【Xingmo】My boyfriend is from the Ming Dynasty

The words "Confession is lenient, resistance is strict" on the stone-gray wall have been painted three times, the old white of the first coat and the new white of the third coat are superimposed.This is a stingy yamen, just like Mr. Xinghua, Mo Cangli thought.

The vicious policeman in front of him was Shi Luobi, but when he introduced himself, he only told Mo Cangli that his name was Luo Bi.It seems that no matter what era they are in, the relationship between the two brothers is not harmonious.

"Name?"

"Mo Cangli."

"gender?"

"male."

"Where do you live?"

"I have nowhere to live."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"I'm not in this business. I just happened to walk into the park."

"We've been staring at you for a long time, you know? What are you pretending to do?" Robbie rolled her eyes, "I'm unlucky this time, I only caught you. If you tell me who organized you to do this, what can you do?" Appropriately reduce the sentence, let’s talk.”

"Coincidentally, just like Shi Yanwen happens to be your brother, although you hate him, you can't do anything about the fact that he is your brother, Shi Luobi. Do you have any evidence to prove that I am a male prostitute? If at this point in time The people in that park are male and female, so are the tramps lying on the bench not far away also male and female? You are judging people by their appearance, police officer, do you think those sloppy tramps are ugly because they are ugly? I'm not qualified to do that."

"What nonsense?" Luo Bi slapped the table, it seemed that Mo Cangli had really provoked his anger, but how did this inexplicable stranger know that Shi Yanwen was his brother?

Luo Bi slowly sat back on the chair. In the Bureau, this was not a secret. Everyone knew it, but they dared not mention it in front of him.

Without conclusive evidence, they couldn't convict Mo Cangli, they just recorded the statement as witnesses.But when it came time to find out about the source of his identity, Shi Luobi could not find any records of this person.According to the laws of the Central Plains, such people should be sent to shelters.Shi Luobi couldn't handle this person by singing bad faces, so another Shi Yanwen went over.

Luo Bi anxiously looked at his watch, more than three hours had passed, only to see Shi Yanwen walking out in a trance.

"That man knows Jingzhong's name. He also knows about righteousness. Also, he said that if you want to bring Wuxin back, you will inevitably have to fight Yao Mingyue." Shi Yanwen pointed to the torture room. "But I don't know him, brother..."

"Shi Yanwen, what the hell did you tell him? You even told me about me?" Luo Bi was furious, "I think you have something wrong with your brain, look at him talking like a god, just like a Wenhuang second You don’t remember being cheated of 50 by a fortune teller when you were young?”

"Little brother...ah no Robbie, calm down..."

It is definitely a rumor that cactus can live without water!

Mr. Xinghua watered the cactus around the tree, and the soil in the flower pot was already cracked.It makes people wonder whether the fast green plants can survive.

When Mo Cangli was around, he also forgot to water.

Xinghuajun put down the shower, took out his mobile phone and wanted to call him, but it took him a while to realize that he hadn't taken his mobile phone with him.He just wanted to ask Mo Cangli how he has been recently and where he lives.When driving people out, I always feel a little uneasy in my conscience.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, and an unknown call was displayed on the screen. Mr. Xinghua quickly picked it up, but it was not the person he thought.

"You are Mr. Xinghua? Please come to the Zhongyuan City Public Security Bureau. This man named Mo Cangli said he knew you."

At the gate of Zhongyuan City Public Security Bureau, a large black umbrella was opened, and Mr. Xinghua took the first step, "Why did you get involved in this matter?"

"Sorry, I don't want to bother you either. There is not enough evidence, but they say I don't have an ID card. I need someone to vouch for me. I only know you."

"I should be the one to say sorry... I shouldn't have said that. If you have no place to go, you can stay with me temporarily. I won't charge you."

"It's just a chance meeting, you don't have to be responsible to me."

Xinghuajun walked with him in the rain, and he said that his car broke down, so he could only squeeze the bus back.

"Why did we meet again by chance? Last time you said... well, forget it."

"I was wrong last time. You are very similar to him, but you are different after all."

"Ah? Who do you look like?" Mr. Xinghua touched his heart, "You look like him" What is the situation?No matter how I listen to it, I feel uncomfortable, and I feel like being used as a stand-in for my ex-boyfriend.

"Yes, you are not him, you will not be like him, I know all this, I was abrupt."

Mr. Xinghua didn't understand what he meant.Mo Cangli insisted on breaking up with him in front of the station, so he had no choice but to stuff the phone into Mo Cangli's hand. "You don't want to come back, take your phone, call me anytime. There is still money." He took out a roll of cash, and stuffed the money into his pocket regardless of whether Mo Cangli wanted it or not.

After all, the bus came first, and Mr. Xinghua was squeezed by the crowd.Mo Cangli looked at the huge cube car, like a pastry stuffed with red bean paste, slowly drove away.

He sat on the rest day of the bus and flipped through his ipad.This modern tool is indeed interesting.He bought a general history of the world and learned about the changes in the sea and the Central Plains of the Demon World over the past few hundred years.However, in just 500 years, so many new inventions have emerged in this world, which was unimaginable in the past.Mo Cangli is slowly trying to understand, not only the new common sense, but also those views that modern people take for granted.

For example—the two men and women kissing passionately at the bus stop in front of them as if nothing had happened.

The buses on the platform passed by one after another, but Mo Cangli just stared at the screen in his hand without self-absorption.

"no!"

His hand was pulled up abruptly.Xinghuajun ran back again, he let out a sigh of relief, "I can't rest assured, you should go back with me."

Mo Cangli looked at him, "You don't owe me anything, Mr. Xinghua." If he really calculated what he owed, he would never be able to pay it off in several lifetimes.

"That doesn't work either! I'm happy to let you owe me, I'm happy, okay? Let's go, let's go home!" After speaking, he grabbed his hand and squeezed him into the brt.

There are many people in the carriage, Mo Cangli sticks very close to him.Mr. Xinghua moved aside involuntarily.He was pushed back with an elbow.

Xinghuajun gave him a smug smile, but his fingers were pinched by him and did not let go.

"You really believe me this time?" He heard Mo Cangli whisper.

"Believe what?"

"I'm from the Ming Dynasty."

"I believed it...don't say that in public, it's weird..." Mr. Xinghua scratched the back of his head.

There were still 2 operations to be performed in the evening, so Mr. Xinghua had no choice but to find a noodle shop with him.After finishing his work, he turned on his phone and scrolled through Moments a few times, and saw the picture Wen Huang posted a few hours ago:

Today's harvest is quite fruitful ~ [smile]

The picture below is a red dead tree.

There is nothing strange about the red tree, it can be made in any craft factory.It's just that the tree pattern of this tree is exquisite, so that it looks like a naturally grown tree.

Mr. Xinghua enlarged the picture, but still did not see any artificial traces.

Wen Huang replied in a unified way under the message: Naturally, if you don’t believe me, you can watch it.

Back home, the sound of the TV was played very loudly.Mr. Xinghua looked up at the clock, it was 2 o'clock. "Hey, why aren't you asleep yet?" He snatched the remote control and forcibly turned off the TV.

"I learned a lot of interesting things from above, about you 'modern people'."

Mo Cangli put on a blanket, "In this treasure appraising show, so many people claim the name of experts, but open their eyes and tell lies. It seems that modern people are better at lying than ancient people."

"Hey, people from the Ming Dynasty, do you know it's fake again?"

"It's clear."

"Okay, okay, the smart brain should stop working." Mr. Xinghua threw a thin quilt to him, "These days, it's going to be cold at night, so don't catch a cold."