Night Talk Hundred Stories

Because earlier Hei Yao said that it would be more convenient for the two of them to live in the same room, Uncle Jin did not arrange another guest room with him, so Hei Yao and Qinghe still slept in the same room, and Uncle Jin ordered the maid to get a quilt Added for the two of them, and then resigned.

Even though the window was closed, the sound of the rain still pierced into my ears, the patter of rain outside the window, Qinghe leaned against the bedside and listened for a while, and gradually felt tired, Hei Yao sat at the table, watching his childish head nodding She was so cute, and said softly, "Since you are sleepy, why don't you go to sleep?"

Qinghe stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and said in distress, "Hei Yao, why do those who write poetry like to hear the sound of rain? I just want to sleep after hearing it."

The young man's clear and clear voice was full of tiredness, and he looked soft and cute. Hei Yao put down the cup in his hand, walked over to untie his coat, and said with a slight smile, "Then we'll go to sleep. You don't need to write poems." .”

Qinghe tried hard to open his eyes and said, "That rain..."

Hei Yao said: "Don't worry about it, we'll see it tomorrow."

As he said that, when his fingers touched the delicate skin on the young man's neck, Hei Yao felt as if his heartbeat had missed a beat, and he couldn't help but smile wryly, it's not like he didn't have such intimate contact in the past, why is he so lost in concentration now...

Qing He still didn't notice his distraction, and just rubbed his palm on his own, and then lay down in satisfaction, and Hei Yao also undressed and lay beside him, until the boy got into his arms habitually, then he calmed down. Hold him in this position, let him sleep more soundly.

The curtain beside the bed obscured a little of the peripheral light in the room, and the figures of the two outlined an extremely gentle and lingering gesture in the dark night.

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The continuous drizzle washed all the scenery in the courtyard, and the warm red candles under the eaves became more and more hazy when viewed through the rain curtain.

A girl in a sky-blue long dress walked slowly through the apricot grove in the courtyard with a paper umbrella, holding a food box painted with red lacquer and gold in her hand, with a faint smile on her lips, she looked down at the food box from time to time, Carefully guarded by the side, not a single drop of rain was contaminated.

Walking around a small lotus pond, the girl looked at the wooden door in front of her, and the smile on her face became more and more obvious. She knocked on the door lightly, and then opened the wooden door by herself. At this time, a young man in a robe came out of the room. His face was sickly pale, but he smiled when he saw the girl, "Su Yi, you're here."

The girl glared at the young man reproachfully, and said, "Yuzhi, why did you come out, it's raining outside, so it's somewhat cold."

That young man was Shen Yuzhi, the young master of the Shen family. He covered his mouth with his hands and coughed a few times, his pale face flushed slightly because of this, and he said softly: "I thought you would be coming soon, so I couldn't sit still."

Su Yi's cheeks flushed pink, she said "You..." and stopped talking.

While talking, the two had already entered the house, Su Yi put the food box on the table, lifted the lid and said: "This is a new soup I learned recently, do you have a taste of it?"

There was a white porcelain bowl in the food box, but inside was a bowl of medicinal food, with the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine. Shen Yuzhi picked it up and drank it, saying: "It tastes very good, thank you for your hard work."

Su Yi shook her head, and picked up the bowl back into the food box, "It's the hardest work for you to drink these bitter things every day."

Shen Yuzhi saw that there was a little worry in her eyebrows, and she felt reluctant, so she changed the subject and said, "By the way, I have a copy of Wang Youjun's words today, come and see if it's good or not."

Su Yi laughed when he heard that, with a bit of color in his expression: "It's just right, I also had a pair of "Lanting Collection Preface" a few days ago, let's see which one is better today."

Shen Yuzhi smiled slightly, with doting eyes on her face, took her hand and walked to the desk, saying, "Alright, let's see which one is better."

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The rain gradually subsided in the middle of the night, and when everyone got up the next day, the rain had already stopped, leaving only a few raindrops hanging on the branches and treetops.

Qinghe opened the window to look after washing, there was an unknown flower tree planted outside the window, but there was a branch just in front of the window, Qinghe lowered his eyebrows and saw a crystal clear drop of water hanging on the branch , It made his heart itch to see it, and he couldn't help reaching out to poke the drop of dew, leaving his fingertips a little cold.

Qinghe stared at the water vapor on his fingertips with fascination, he didn't even notice Hei Yao when he entered the room, seeing that his mind was all on the water drop, Hei Yao calmly raised the teacup in his hand to him, saying: "This tea tastes different from what we've tasted before. Come and try it."

Sure enough, Qinghe stopped looking at the drops of water, took a sip from the cup, and felt that it was different from the teas he drank in the past. It suits his appetite, he took a sip and took another sip, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and said, "It's delicious."

Hei Yao stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, "Just as long as you like it."

After a while, a little maidservant came to invite the two of them to have breakfast in the front yard, and Qinghe asked, "How is Mr. Shen today?"

The little maid nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, young master, the young master is in good spirits today."

After saying that, he led the two of them to the front yard. Shen Yuzhi was talking with Zuo Heng, and he seemed to be in good spirits.

Seeing the two of them coming, Shen Yuzhi stood up and cupped his hands at the two of them, saying: "Young masters, meet him at the sinking."

Hei Yao also cupped his hands: "I'm Hei Yao, brother Qinghe, thank you Mr. Shen for your hospitality."

Qinghe bowed slightly to the side, looked up, and saw that although Shen Yuzhi was upright, his body was quite damp, and the yang energy between his eyebrows was also faintly damaged. In Qinghe's eyes, it was as if he had just been fished out of the water. He woke up normally, and couldn't help but move slightly, his right hand hidden in his sleeve made a handprint quietly, and a warm current flowed through Shen Yuzhi's whole body.

Shen Yuzhi didn't know what he was doing, but suddenly felt that the wet and heavy cold on his body had dissipated a lot, and even his hands and feet that had been cold since he woke up were a little warmer. Let people sit down, and greet the servants to deliver the food.

After the meal was over, Zuo Heng bluntly said that Hei Yao and Hei Yao were celestial masters, who could relieve Shen Yuzhi of his illness, but unexpectedly, Shen Yuzhi's expression changed slightly, and he politely refused, refusing to let them do it.

Zuo Heng was in a hurry: "Brother, you have been ill for more than a year, why are you still avoiding medical treatment?"

Shen Yuzhi shook his head, but his expression was still firm: "I know this illness in my heart, and it's not a big deal."

Zuo Heng was still waiting to say something, Shen Yuzhi opened his mouth first and said, "I accept Brother Heng's wish, but I really don't have any serious illness, so I really don't need to read it."

Zuo Heng knew that his elder brother was stubborn, and he couldn't persuade him for a while, so he could only let it go.

Shen Yuzhi patted Zuo Heng's shoulder, then looked at Hei Yao and the two of them with a smile and said, "The two young masters are friends of Brother Heng and mine, please stay with me for a while, and let me have a good time." Landlord's friendship."

Hei Yao looked at Zuo Heng, and said, "Since that's the case, I'm not bothering you."

The author has something to say: ——Little Theater——

Hei Yao: Since we are not allowed to make a move, let's take a good rest.

Qinghe: Good!Let's go shopping~

Hei Yao: You can go for a stroll, but you are not allowed to keep staring at people or things other than me.

Qinghe: Huh?

Hei Yao: Can't you?

Qinghe: Yes.

Hei Yao: Well, be good.

... The author really has something to say: visually, after this chapter is updated, there should be no time to update it until the weekend. The author has no manuscripts~ sorry...