soul shifting

The winter in the south of the Yangtze River is not as bleak as it is in the north. The cold-resistant trees and flowers on the streets of Lanxi are still green; there is a thin layer of snow on the road, and the red paper flowers of firecrackers are scattered on it, revealing the taste of the New Year.

"You, did you find it there?" Wu Yi put his hands on his knees and panted heavily.

Qiu Ziyan wiped off the sweat from his forehead: "No, just wait for them."

Wu Yi clenched his fists.

Shen An, Jue Ming, Han Xiuyu, and Xia Ming came back one after another, but they all found nothing. They were the only small group of people in the temple fair full of joy and enthusiasm, immersed in depression and tension, and had nothing to do with the surrounding atmosphere. out of place.

"Let's go, go back first." Shen An patted Wu Yi's shoulder twice: "Bring the glutinous rice balls and come out to look for them."

"Yes, there are glutinous rice balls!" Wu Yi said in his heart, his gloomy eyes lit up, and he ran to Qiufu quickly, Shen An and the others could hardly catch up.

The greenhouse of Qiu’s house is like spring all the year round, and there are many bright flowers inside, and Tangyuan lingers in it to collect nectar; the curtain of the greenhouse is lifted a small crack, and Shen An pokes his head in: "Tangyuan, come here."

"Buzz."

The glutinous rice balls lie on a rose flower and are unwilling to leave.

"Tangyuan," Shen An called it in a more stern voice: "Be obedient."

Tang Yuan lowered her head as if sighing, and flew onto Shen An's shoulder. Wu Yi handed Wu Wen's clothes to sniff it: "Please Tang Yuan, find Xiao Wen quickly."

The tentacles of the glutinous rice balls swayed, lying on Shen An's shoulders without moving.

"Hurry up, Tangyuan," Shen An patted it on the buttocks: "Let's go, you lazy bastard!"

"Lazy" spread his wings and flew to Han Xiuyu's hand, still not intending to work.

Shen An was a little angry: "Hey! What's going on with you today?"

"Tentacles," Han Xiuyu frowned, "Uncle Shen, there seems to be something wrong with its tentacles."

The tentacles of the glutinous rice balls, which were supposed to be pure black, were slightly red, and they were no longer smooth to the touch, feeling a little jerky.Shen An pinched its tentacles, and the glutinous rice balls shrank in pain.

"Is this... injured?" Shen An leaned close to its tentacles and smelled it, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder.

"You two," he stared sharply at Qiu Ziyan and Jueming, causing them to flinch, "Did you forget to put the glutinous rice balls in the house when you fired the cannon?"

Sensitive-smelling hornets have very sensitive antennae and are easily injured by pungent odors, requiring long-term care to recover.

"I, I'll tell all the servants to go out and look for someone." Qiu Ziyan whispered.

The servants of the Qiu family searched the entire Lanxi City centered on the temple fair, and Wu Yi sat on the threshold of the gate in despair all afternoon and waited; when the last servant returned without success, he completely collapsed: " Xiaowen..." He tremblingly read his sister's name, tears welling up in his eyes: "Where are you..."

"...Wu Yi, don't be sad," Qiu Ziyan put his arms around his shoulders cautiously: "Xiaowen may have been picked up and brought home, tomorrow I will ask my servants to ask from door to door."

Wu Yi choked up a few times, and said coldly in a hoarse voice: "Who picked her up? A human trafficker?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that!" Qiu Ziyan's eyes widened in astonishment.

Wu Yi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stared fiercely at Qiu Ziyan, and suddenly punched Qiu Ziyan: "Bastard!" He cursed, and pointed at Caesar: "And you! Why! Why did you have to fire the cannon! If it weren't for you Fire the cannon, why can't the glutinous rice balls be used now!"

Qiu Ziyan was punched and sat on the ground with his head bowed, unable to speak; Wu Yi's eyes were bloodshot, he turned around and yelled at Xia Ming: "And you! Why did you rub Xiaowen's hand oil? If her hand is cracked, it will be cracked! Don't mind your own business, how could her hand be so slippery that she can't catch it! And you!" He glared at Shen An again: "Why didn't you hold her tight! Why! Why why..."

Wu Yi's roar stopped abruptly, and Han Xiuyu kicked him away: "Don't be hysterical!"

This kick was very violent, kicking Wu Yi out of the door, and slammed into the base of the stone lion.

"Xiao Yu!" Shen An was startled.

"What's wrong? Am I wrong!" Han Xiuyu was also angry: "It's not everyone's fault that Wu Wen lost, why should he vent his anger on everyone!"

Wu Yi spat out the blood in his mouth, and sneered: "Han Xiuyu, are you very happy now?"

Han Xiuyu frowned and stared at him: "What do you mean by that?"

"Nobody competes with you anymore. Your dear Uncle Shen won't be distracted from loving Xiaowen any more, and only loves you alone." Wu Yi said with a strange tone.He called "Uncle Shen" so sweetly that Shen An couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

Wu Yi spat fiercely on the ground: "Do you think that others don't know what you have for Master Shen? Even an 11-year-old girl can make you jealous all day long, and you still think everyone is blind and can't see your dirty Ideas! Now you are happy! No one is competing with you!"

"...shut up!" Han Xiuyu shouted hoarsely.

Wu Yi finally sneered, turned and ran away: "Don't bother you about my sister."

"Xiao Wen, don't be afraid," he thought, "Brother is here to find you."

There was too much information about the sudden change, Shen An was stunned and at a loss. "Dirty?" He thought, "Wu Yi is saying that Xiao Yu has dirty thoughts about me?" Although the word dirty can be used to describe many things, as an old driver who has read countless films, the first thing Shen An thinks of is of course Still that thing.

"Xiao Yu," Shen An heard his voice as if it came from far away, his mind was as numb and numb as a pot of gruel, but as long as he was still a little sober and rational, he would never let himself say the next sentence exit.

"Do you like me?"

Jue Ming's eyes widened, Xia Ming's face suddenly turned red, and Qiu Ziyan choked on his own saliva.In the quiet courtyard, everyone's eyes fell on Han Xiuyu; Han Xiuyu was shocked, turned around and lowered his head and rushed back to his room.

Shen An: "..."

Isn't the response "yes"?

The boys I treat as apprentices and godsons like me hahahahaha...

Shen An didn't know how to feel, but felt that the porridge in his mind had been stirred up.

The Temple Fair Street at night looks like a winding fire dragon, where the fire and prosperity of the whole city gather here, while other places are peaceful and dark.Wu Yi exhaled, and squatted in frustration at the door of a small inn, rubbing his lower back that was so painful from being kicked by Han Xiuyu.There was a little noise in the inn, I don’t know if it was a mouse or a person walking on tiptoe; people are going to temple fairs at this time, people who would sneak around in the room without lighting... Could it be a human trafficker?

Wu Yi held his breath, pushed the door lightly, and felt that the bolt was inserted inside; he was about to see if the window could be opened, but the door suddenly opened, and a big hand stretched out from inside to grab his collar, He was dragged into the room and fell to the ground hard.

"Hiss..." Wu Yi flinched in pain from being thrown on his back.

"Good luck, I delivered it myself." He heard a man's happy voice, and then his nose was covered with a veil with a strange fragrance, and he quickly lost consciousness.

"Put it away," the man said.Another young man dressed as a waiter in the inn nodded, opened the cellar in the kitchen, and dragged Wu Yi down by the collar.

The steps to the cellar were not long, but the space inside was quite large, with several lighted candlesticks on the wall, and rows of large wooden boxes piled up in the corners.Xiao Er opened the lock of the outermost wooden box, and there was only a little girl inside. The sudden light hurt her eyes, she covered her face and retreated into the corner; Lock the box.The girl opened her eyes, Wu Yi's face was illuminated by the tiny beams of light penetrating through the gaps in the planks.

"……elder brother!"

With a bang, the wooden boards of the cellar were closed again; the wooden boards were engraved with small protrusions and depressions, sealing all the sounds underground...

It snowed that night, the moon was exceptionally round, Shen An lay on the bed tossing and turning.

Even without the insomnia that has improved for half a year but still tormented him from time to time, Shen An would not be able to sleep today; he had to worry about Wu Wen and Wu Yi, and he had to think about what happened in the afternoon.

Shen An had never thought about what to do if a man liked him before, but now that he really encountered this kind of thing, after the initial confusion, he was surprised to find that he didn't hate it.

"Could it be that I'm crooked?" Shen An scratched his nose, and then quickly denied this idea: "Impossible, I always masturbate to girls when I watch movies." But he imagined it in his mind The scene of her and Xiao Yu's lips intersecting each other is really not annoying.

Shen An got off the bed with bare feet, and quietly opened the door a crack; the light was still on in Han Xiuyu's room opposite, and the shadows of the windows printed two rows of neat squares on the snow.

"Xiao Yu must be very anxious now, worried that I think he is disgusting or something," Shen An took a breath, his heart suddenly softened with pain.

The taste of unrequited love is too bitter, how long has he been bearing it silently?

"Don't care if he's straight or crooked," Shen Anxin said, "Since I don't hate it..."

The night wind patted on the window paper, making a soft rustling sound; there were three crisp knocks on the door, and Han Xiuyu lay on the table and sat up straight suddenly.

"Xiao Yu," Shen An said, "You didn't sleep, did you?"

Han Xiuyu stood up at a loss, feeling the urge to hide himself under the quilt.

"Open the door, I have something to tell you."

What to say?Call me disgusting or let me go?

"I, I'll go back to Xianyunmen tomorrow..." Han Xiuyu said in a tense voice, Shen An outside slammed the door to interrupt him: "Hurry up and open the door! It's cold outside!"

Han Xiuyu opened the door, and saw that a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on Shen An's shoulders. "Yes, I'm sorry, Uncle Shen! I didn't know it was snowing!" He hastily clenched Shen An's cold hands and pulled him into the room, but immediately let go as if his hands were hot.

"Don't let go, it's cold." Shen An closed the door and took his hand: "Xiao Yu, I want to tell you, don't call me Uncle Shen in the future, and Wu Yi called that sound too sweet today, it made me cry." Disgusting."

"... Oh." Han Xiuyu lowered his head.

"You can call it something else, like...'dear' or something..."

The boy raised his head and looked at the smiling young man in disbelief.