After the rebirth, the Taoist companion became the deadly enemy

Suhang is no longer pestering you, have you changed people?

Qing Ziyang piled all the food in his arms on the table, took a deep breath, and then had the courage to turn around.

Turning around, the two red clouds on Su Hang's cheeks came into his eyes again.He suppressed a smile, moved closer, gently stroked the face of the person in front of him with his fingertips, turned it around, and looked at it carefully.

The laughter was not revealed, but the tails of the eyes were upturned to form an obvious arc, like a crescent moon, which was difficult for people to ignore.

No matter how dull Su Hang was, he also found that his carefully prepared makeup was not appropriate.Neither was able to successfully attract the other party, but was treated as a joke instead.

He couldn't accept this, but he just looked at Qing Ziyang's forced smile and asked in a daze, "Isn't it good-looking?"

The burning rouge, combined with Suhang's almost dull expression at this time, makes him look like a fool.

Qing Ziyang really couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud in front of the other party.

He laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back, even tears overflowed, and Qing Ziyang's exaggerated laughter could be heard for miles around.

Suhang pursed his lips, feeling a little embarrassed for some reason, and the hand that was originally on his knee also clenched into a fist.

Suddenly, he began to rub the rouge on his face vigorously with his sleeve, and the white shirt was soon stained red.

Who doesn't know that Suhang has always been obsessed with cleanliness, not to mention cleaning his clothes every day, even if there is a little dust, his beautiful eyebrows will wrinkle.But at this moment, because of someone else's words, he wiped the rouge with his sleeve, only to make his cheeks flushed, and he couldn't tell whether it was the underlying color of the rouge.

Qing Ziyang's laughter stopped abruptly, and he quickly stopped Su Hang from wiping his face like self-harm.The fabric of the outer shirt is not rough, but compared to the young man's face, of course it is not delicate enough.

"I'll get you some water, don't wipe it with your sleeve, your face will turn red."

Qing Ziyang thought that his tone was gentle, and he was really coaxing people like children.But Suhang didn't appreciate it, he just shook off the boy's hand, got down from the edge of the bed, and slapped his face with water.

During the whole process, Qing Ziyang didn't give Qing Ziyang a glimmer of vision, as if he was the only one in the whole inner room.

Qing Ziyang walked around with people, but he couldn't help at all. Even if he wanted to speak, Suhang completely ignored him.

At first he didn't understand the reason, but later he vaguely noticed something. After Su Hang changed his clothes and sat on the sandalwood table, he carefully looked at the other party's face, and said tentatively: "I said the wrong thing, actually ...It's pretty pretty."

Su Hang didn't pay attention to his unconscionable flattery, he didn't even look at the food covered on the table, he directly opened the white cake brought back by the senior brother, and started to bite into small bites.

The food that can be bought with a few copper coins must not taste very good, not to mention that it has become hard and cold after too long time.

It was only then that Qing Ziyang realized that his little master already had something to eat and didn't need the things he brought back at all.

Seeing Suhang chewing the white cake with a blank expression, but ignoring the things he brought back, for some reason, Qing Ziyang felt a little uncomfortable.

But you can't lose your temper against Suhang, so you just tentatively asked: "Who brought this to you, and how does it taste?"

Suhang glanced at him lightly, didn't speak, and after a long while, he suddenly said lightly: "Elder brother."

"Oh, that's fine." No matter what, he finally got a response, and Qing Ziyang put his heart back in his stomach.

He sat upright for a while, only the slight sound of Su Hang gnawing white cakes was left in the inner room, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, the food spread all over the table seemed to be mocking Qing Ziyang's self-indulgence.

In the end, he was the first to be unable to hold back: "Then...you share with me, and I'll eat with you?"

Suhang was still depressed, so the natural response was to hold the white cake in his arms, and said abruptly, "No."

Qing Ziyang's outstretched hand was slapped, and he withdrew it awkwardly, and the back of his hand turned red instantly.Seeing this, Suhang moved his lips, but he still didn't speak in the end.

Qing Ziyang lowered his eyes, as if he didn't notice the sadness in the other party's eyes. After a long while, he smiled, took the food he brought back into his arms, and stood up: "If this is the case, then these are all from me. Yes."

So Su Hang could only helplessly, watching the man move to the door with a lot of food that should belong to him, and his steps stopped stiffly.Then, as if thinking of him suddenly, he added: "I'll go back and pack my things first. I think you're recovering well, so I won't be with you tonight."

After a pause, he continued: "Take a good rest."

Suhang's eyes widened, and he was so angry that he just watched people slip away like this.Only the unpacked white cake and the lonely self were left, and the original plan was not even implemented in time.

In Suhang's expectation, Qing Ziyang should be confused by his makeup first, and develop a good impression of him.Seeing the white cakes sent by others, no matter what, I will eat a little vinegar.

But in the end, not only did he fail to achieve anything, he was also treated as a joke, and he didn't even leave food, and people ran away.

The blood pressure was rising rapidly, Su Hang closed his eyes and remained silent, but in the end he only took a bite of the white cake angrily, the taste in his mouth was bland, making his situation even more bleak.

After a while, he suddenly woke up from his depression, recalling what Qing Ziyang said just now, the other party said that he was going back to pack his things.

Counting the days, it will be the end of the month in a few days, and it is the only time for the disciples studying at Chuanyunmen to visit relatives within half a year. If there is no accident, Qing Ziyang will definitely return to Yiwen Daoqing's house.

The holiday lasted for half a month, and for such a long time, it was impossible for Su Hang to bear not being able to meet Qing Ziyang.

He had to find a way to go home with the others.

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Qing Ziyang felt a little hungry when he returned to the courtyard. He took out a cake and ate it. For some reason, he thought of Suhang who was biting into a white cake.

He left in such a hurry, of course, not only because he was in a hurry to come back to clean up, but because he was worried that if he stayed any longer, he would say more annoying words.

I don't know why, but he just looked at the white cake as an eyesore, but Suhang ate it with relish, so he couldn't pick out any thorns.

Thinking this way, Qing Ziyang took another bite of the scallion pancake, as if he regarded it as some kind of enemy that needed to be shredded into pieces.

"Are you willing to come back?" Just as he was thinking about it, a faint male voice sounded out of nowhere in front of him, and Qing Ziyang was startled.

The cake crumbs got stuck in the trachea, and he had to gulp down two mouthfuls of water and cough several times before he could swallow it: "Wen Zong, are you itchy?"

Wen Zong raised his eyebrows, took a seat, and poured someone a glass of water: "When did you become so vigilant that you didn't notice me?"

Qing Ziyang suddenly felt speechless, not for anything else, the matter of Suzhou and Hangzhou occupied most of his thoughts, but he really didn't notice that Wen Zong was in the house.

But the other party was not prepared to let him go so easily, he sighed for a while, and felt like crying.

"Forget it, I only hear the newcomers laughing, but I don't see the old ones crying. I know you love him very much, as long as you come back to see me, I will be satisfied."

I don't know if the word "love" touched Qing Ziyang's nerves. He slammed the table and scolded in a rough voice: "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you looking for a fight?"

"Why is there such a big reaction?" Wen Zong was taken aback and muttered something in a low voice before returning to normal.

But he was really curious, seeing that Qing Ziyang brought back so much food, he reached out to grab it without thinking.

"Clap" sound.

It is exactly the same as what Suhang did just now.

"Stingy, I brought food for you." Wen Zong retracted his hand embarrassingly, and rubbed the back of his red hand.

Seeing that Qing Ziyang ignored him, he continued: "Why didn't you stay in that room today? Could it be that he was kicked out?"

Qing Ziyang glanced at him, searched for another food, fed it into his mouth, and then responded unhurriedly.

"No, I went by myself."

Seeing the man looking devastated, Wen Zong hesitated to speak: "He is an injured patient, and he is seriously injured to a certain extent thanks to you, can't you hold back your temper?"

Qing Ziyang couldn't listen to these words, God knows that these few days he really made offerings to Suhang as his ancestor, giving whatever he wanted.

But the other party didn't give him a good face, he would rather eat the tasteless white cake than touch his things, but he was very aloof.

Obviously, he didn't have such an expression in the Suhang house, but facing Wenzong, he lost the desire to explain, and only followed people's guesses, and snorted coldly: "Cut, who can get used to him."

Hearing this, it was inconvenient for Wen Zong to say more, but after a while, Qing Ziyang couldn't help himself, and asked him: "Suhang...is he very familiar with his elder brother?"

Isn't it Qinggao?

Didn't he pester him to sleep together the day before yesterday and help him copy books?

In a blink of an eye, he wanted other people's things too, and the way he was biting down was much more cute than when he was facing him before.

Maybe, Suhang's rouge was painted just to meet the big brother.

"Eldest senior brother?" Wen Zong chewed these three words for a moment, struggling to find the figure of this person from his memory, "It seems that his name is Luan Su? Why did you go back to the Cloud Piercing Gate... why did you ask him?"

Wen Zong later realized something from his friend's tone, and then connected the pictures in the school in the morning, and his eyes suddenly became a little playful: "What? Suhang is not pestering you, and you changed?"

After all, in the morning school, the movement of these two people is difficult to ignore, and the intimacy of the two people hugging each other is so inextricable that no one else can get in.

Judging from Qing Ziyang's tone, they probably left because of Luan Su's conflict.

But this time when the words fell, Qing Ziyang didn't respond again. He pretended to be chic when he left, but he didn't even dare to turn his head back, for fear that Suhang would still have the same expressionless expression when facing him.

Suhang's injury is almost healed, and of course his intelligence will recover accordingly. This person's acting skills are not very good, and Qing Ziyang noticed the abnormality just now.

He reckoned that the other party might be worried about being laughed at by him, so he took advantage of the situation and pretended to be a silly child.

That memory was probably recovered when he wiped off the rouge. If nothing else, Qing Ziyang saw the complaint in Suhang's eyes at that time.

A child of three or five years old would definitely not be able to show such an expression, not to mention, Qing Ziyang was familiar with all the changes in Suhang's expression when dealing with this old enemy.

Suddenly, he frowned, not understanding why his thoughts flew so far.

"Forget it, let's not talk about him." Qing Ziyang swallowed the food, cleaned his hands and found out his baggage, and asked while packing, "Will you go back to Yiwen Road with me in a few days?"

The night is deep, maybe someone has fallen asleep and met Zhou Gong, those who are more diligent and hardworking are practicing day and night.

The moonlight spreads on the ground, printing the most perfect reflection on the stone road, and occasionally there is the sound of wind, which makes the bamboo leaves rustle.

Someone knocked on the courtyard door.