official in the wild

Shen Yin and Ju Tongye went up to the third floor with the courteous waiter. The business of this store was very good, the lobby was buzzing with people, and the guest rooms were overcrowded.

Passing by an open guest room, two people, one big and one small, are looking at the room. The tall man is dressed as a scholar, and the not tall one is a book boy about eight or nine years old. He is carrying a pole on his shoulders, and one is covered with a linen cloth at each end. The tightly packed bamboo basket seemed to weigh a thousand catties in the bamboo basket, and the two ends of the pole fell heavily.

At such a young age, with heavy shoulders, Ju Tongye couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

Shutong is also a sensitive child. Looking back, his cheeks are like peaches, his eyebrows are delicate and picturesque. The right side is deeply embedded, and it is a good-looking child.

The scholar also noticed the gaze of the big and the small, and turned to look over.

Before Ju Tongye could see clearly, Shen Yin yanked at his belt and dragged him into the next room like a prisoner.

After entering the room, Shen Yin blasted Xiao Er out without saying a word.

Xiao Er grabbed the door frame and spared no effort to serve the guest officer: "What do you two young masters need for food and hot water—"

"No need!" Shen Yin roared, finally closed the door, bolted it, and checked again to make sure everything was safe, "Noisy."

Shen Yin hopped over, stretching out his hand to take off Tongye's clothes: "My dear, I haven't slept well for some days."

Ju Tongye was still thinking about the flower-like book boy he saw just now, and suddenly he came back to his senses, understanding what was the strange feeling at that moment: "That book boy, Xiao Douding, has such a heavy pole, how can he lift it! "

Shen Yin glared with round eyes, turned the person over and pressed him on the table, full of tyranny, just wanted to rub the person clean and swallow him whole, like a cannibal evil spirit, forgetting all his gentle methods: "At this time, you still have the courage to think of others. ! Still a little doll!"

Ju Tongye didn't have the self-consciousness to be a fish on the chopping board, and justified himself: "No, think about it carefully."

"Comparing your man with a doll, Tongye, are you dissatisfied with my thing?" Shen Yin said angrily, raised his hand and slapped the towering buttocks a few times, the flesh sounded like a bell, no Knowing that, I thought someone was showing off their cooking skills in the room and took a cucumber salad to eat.

Caught off guard by the slap, Ju Tongye ouched twice, struggling to jump away.Ever since he met Shen Yin in the same field, he has been beaten all his life. He was well-behaved when he was young.Even the honey-colored flesh couldn't conceal the faint blush, so he couldn't hold back his deep thoughts.

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From the next door came the sound of the pipa like flowing water, the singing was light, and the human voice was in tune with the pipa.He was originally the only son of a wealthy family, his surname was He and his name was Xiongfei. From the name, it can be seen that his father and mother had put their hopes on him alone, but it was a pity that God's will backfired.

He Xiongfei spends his time loafing around and making friends with many local hooligans, hooligans and dog friends, prostitution, whoring, wine and gambling, squandering money like running water, the master and wife of the He family hate iron and steel, and when they see him enter a brothel, they give him a merciless beating .Every time He Xiongfei was beaten until his flesh bloomed, he couldn't control his crotch. There were seven or eight concubines and housemaids at home, and all the flowers were blooming, but he didn't want to look at them.He Xiongfei just like this wandering world, sneaked out of the house one day, called two prostitutes to go out to open a room, set up wine and food, prepared to play for three days and nights, and it was not in vain that he would be bruised when he returned home.

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On the other side lived the pair of scholars and boys, but it was quiet.

The book boy put down his shoulder pole and fastened the door, checked carefully, then squatted beside a bamboo basket and lifted the covering sackcloth, revealing a head as black as ink.

Squatting in the bamboo basket was a thin, fair-skinned young man, probably not too young, with round eyes, pink face, and peach cheeks, which had reduced a lot of signs of aging.The boy still had rice crackers in his mouth, and he tore off half of the unbitten end and handed it to the bookboy, while chewing, he asked, "Dongdong, where are we?"

"Woooo—" The book boy named "Dongdong" seemed to be reincarnated from starvation, and stuffed half a rice cake into his mouth, tears of happiness flowed from the corners of his eyes, his cheeks were round and round, and his mouth was vague.He finally swallowed it down, and licked his lips in a still unsatisfied way: "It's Taizhou."

The bamboo basket was full of oil paper bags wrapped in various snacks. Seeing Dongdong like that, the boy couldn't help but pulled the two buns on top of his head, jumped out skillfully with his arms propped up on the side of the basket, and stuffed all the food inside into the basket. Dongdong coaxed: "Eat slowly, thank you for your hard work."

The scholar was lying on the bed in his clothes, with his arms folded around his chest, holding a long cloth bag.Hearing the sound of the boy running over, he put the cloth bag on the inside of the bed without opening his eyes, and let the boy rush over with his chest open.

The boy lay down on his stomach, swayed left and right, and finally assumed a comfortable posture. The scholar felt that the boy would not move, so he locked him in his arms, lowered his head, and took a deep breath between the black hair.The smell on the boy's body was very pleasant, which fascinated him.

Dongdong is like a sesame oiled mouse in front of the Buddha seat, squatting on the ground is even a small round ball, gnawing and chewing, greedy.

The thin clouds floated away, and a beam of bright golden sunlight projected onto the world of mortals. The double-opening windows were closed tightly, and the sunlight penetrated through every hole. It penetrated into the room through a gap in the middle, and just hit the boy's calf on the bed.

The boy let out a scream and fell limply.

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Shen Yin next door heard a crisp scream and paused: "It seems that the other side is also like us."

Dripping fragrant sweat filled the forehead, the words could not be completed, and the voice was difficult to tune.

Ju Tongye finally said weakly: "You think that everyone is as good as you."

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"Lonicera!" the scholar said angrily.

Dongdong, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly raised his head, saw the sunlight through the crack of the window, quickly picked up the sackcloth covering the bamboo basket and rushed over, stuffed it into the gap, stepped back tremblingly, and checked the whole thing to make sure nothing was missed. Only then did he turn pale from fright, and his red cheeks faded away.

The scholar half-kneeled on the bed, his brows were full of tender heartache, seeing the young man gritted his teeth, the white teeth were already stained with blood on his tongue, fearing that he would bite his tongue, he tenderly pried it open and stuffed it into his two fingers.

The young man was barely conscious of the pain, his mind was chaotic and unconscious, and he bit subconsciously, his sharp teeth biting the skin between his fingers.The blood gurgled out along the opening of the finger, and the blood entered the mouth, throat, and stomach. The boy regained consciousness. Seeing that his mouth was still biting, and the white teeth had been embedded in the flesh, he showed a guilty look, loosened his teeth embarrassingly, and looked slender and thin. The body went straight to hide in the bed.

Dongdong felt that he had made a big mistake, so he cried tremblingly: "Master...I...."

The scholar's facial features were deep and his nose was straight, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly against the light behind him. He waved at Dongdong with one hand, and put the other hand in the hollow of the boy's knee and couldn't help pulling him into his arms.

Dongdong knew that she was disgusted, so she obediently walked to the corner, squatted down and cried, tears streaming down her cheeks, it was really miserable.

The scholar gently lifted the boy's trousers, and slowly rolled them up to his knees, revealing a thin white calf, which was supposed to have creamy skin, but there was a deep wound where the white bones could be glimpsed.

The young man gently kicked the scholar with this injured leg, struggling pretendingly, the wound has no pain, the blood between his teeth still smells sweet, and every corner of his body is full of the smell of this man, his brows and eyes are startled, and his red lips are slightly parted , Angrily said: "Don't look at it, it's ugly."

The scholar suddenly smiled, bent his tall and towering body, lowered his head and kissed the edge of the wound one after another, as if tasting a thousand-year-old wine, the mellow fragrance between his lips and teeth, outlining the shape of the wound bit by bit, the tip of his nose is full of delicate skin Fragrant, he both kissed and licked, granulation sprouted on the place he kissed, and the fresh flesh was as smooth as brocade.

The young man was giggling non-stop, his voice was like a silver bell, he grabbed the quilt and stuffed it in his mouth to bite, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

It turns out that this young man is a little ghost with little power, and even a ray of sunlight can make his flesh and blood drenched.And the scholar is a big ghost with strong ghost power, the sun can no longer hurt him, blood and saliva can heal the little ghost.

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Every room is a small world, full of red dust, various living beings, ups and downs, and many tastes, each with its own taste.Some people work hard while others bear it. Some people laugh while others cry.

In a guest room opposite, the doors and windows are locked, and two stoves are lit, and the whole room is full of heat. The charcoal fire is mixed with the complex smell of medicine, like a heavy curtain, which makes people breathless.

Lying on the bed was a thin, bloodless woman, drowsy, half awake, half asleep, with bluestone drop earrings on her ears, her eye sockets were sunken, as if there were no eyeballs under her eyelids, and there were some crow's tail wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, which appeared to be crowded due to illness. It's a little pitiful.The sick appearance can't conceal the nobility and grace in his bones, and the poetic spirit between his tired brows and eyes is self-satisfied.

There was a maid named Diancui by the window, who served the young lady as a child, and later she became a dowry when the young lady came out of the cabinet.Dian Cui was dressed plainly, but she wore a flower branch, Luanfeng, and Jade Hairpin in her hair. She knelt on the ground, holding a cattail fan and gently fanning the stove.

After a while, the medicine was finally boiled, and Dian Cuiqian sat on the bedside, calling softly: "Madam...Madam..."

Although the wife woke up, she was so exhausted that she didn't want to move even ten fingers. She knew that medicine was a life-saving thing, and she had to persevere for the sake of her husband and son.

Dian Cui helped Madam up, put two pillows on her back, picked up the clothes and put them on Madam's shoulders, then brought the medicine bowl, scooped up a spoon full, blew lightly, and carefully fed it to her mouth.

The wife took care of the husband and taught the son to take care of the two elders and manage the housework. Every time she woke up, there were various things in the mansion, and it was only now that she fell ill and finally subsided.After drinking a few spoonfuls of medicine, Madam thanked Dian Cui for her meticulous care over the past few days, and said, "Dian Cui, once I can't survive, the master and Zheng'er will entrust you."

Dian Cui was startled, the medicinal juice splashed on her skirt, forced out a tear, and pretended to wipe it off: "Ma'am, don't talk nonsense, Ma'am will definitely get better."

This lady is the main house of the Hua family, and the husband and wife of Master Hua are more affectionate than gold, so when I mentioned to my wife that Diancui will be restored after her death, the husband-in-law would not follow no matter what.

Mrs. Hua was even more grateful to Diancui: "Don't worry, when the master comes, I'll mention it to him again. If he doesn't agree, I won't be able to close my eyes even if he dies."

Mrs. Hua felt that she lacked energy and had no time to serve her husband, so she persuaded him to take in this loyal maid, so she would have a diligent and clever helper on weekdays.

Diancui cried with a sad face, but she didn't refuse, she only cried for his wife's pity.

Madam felt more and more that Diancui was doing her best, and she secretly reminded herself that she must persuade the master. She felt that her body was getting worse and worse, and she knew that time was running out. Her soul is gone.