Zhang Chengling returned to the room, and couldn't sleep over and over again. The shadow of a tree with new buds on the window hit the window. When the wind blew, the "rustle" moved more and more. "Wife-in-law", this place became "Zhangya dance claws, monsters and monsters."

He first reluctantly sat there shaking his head and shaking his head to back the tactics-this habit has been scorned by the two people and I don't know how many times, senior Wen said, you have to memorize this thing without saying a word, how can it be integrated ? His master is more straightforward, but he simply said that if he understands the practice, it will be natural. He has never seen anyone in his life who can learn a broken formula more than the four books and five classics. It can be seen that Zhang Chengling is stupid, almost stupid. Be creative.

Then Zhang Chengling suddenly remembered that Master and Senior Wen had gone out. This huge restaurant seemed to be alone, so he trembled. When he felt something was going to happen, he uneasily pulled the bed curtain down, and The quilt was pulled over his head, as if it was safe to do so--and he didn't know what he thought.

He waited and waited, listening carefully to the movement in the master ’s room next to his ears—of course, he completely ignored the fact that even if Zhou Zishu came back, he could not hear it with his ability—like a disturbed rabbit, I've been waiting for most of the night, and I didn't hear any movement. Finally, I still couldn't resist the acacia disease on the upper and lower eyelids, and fell asleep.

Until the next morning, woke up by the movement of other tenants, Zhang Chengling climbed up and ran to his master's room. Then he was disappointed to find that the pillows were cold. Did not return. Restaurant Xiao Er came up to say hello to him, but Zhang Chengling couldn't, and went downstairs to have breakfast by himself.

He couldn't lift his spirits stupidly, feeling that he was a bit wasteful. For a guy of 15 or 16 years old, his pants were getting shorter every day, but he always seemed to be standing still. Uncle Li saved his life, then met Master, then Master sent him to Taihu, followed Uncle Zhao to Dongting, and found Master ...

It seems that no matter where he goes or what he does, he is not free and autonomous, but just follows others ignorantly.

Zhang Chengling absent-mindedly wrapped buns, and for the first time pondered the question of where to go from here.

Just then, there was a small riot at the door, Zhang Chengling took the bun, looked back, and stopped with the others in the shop.

I saw a dozen women coming in at the door of the restaurant. These women were all black, like a group of crows, and flew in together. I can't see how they look-because everyone has a mask on their faces, like the crudely made smiley doll masks sold to children on the streets during the holidays, but these pale dolls are hanging on the corners of their mouths. In addition to the smile, there were bloodstains, eyes wide open, and he looked like a ghost.

The first person glanced at the dull little two one, and said coldly: "By the head of a person, one person puts on a bowl of plain noodles, and one more look, then you dug your eyes!"

Her voice was rough and hoarse, with indescribable malice, and sounded like an old lady. When she glanced away, the people who looked secretly immediately lowered their heads—these girls did not look like good people for a long time. No one wants to get in trouble when walking.

The headed old lady in black sat down and beckoned, beckoning, "Take care of that little bitter person, and set off immediately after eating."

The women in black under her hands did not make nonsense, and sat down satisfactorily. Zhang Chengling saw it clearly. There was also a young woman with a shawl exuding a trembling hair. They were held by them and pushed over. He looked intently, only startled, and thought to himself, "Isn't this Miss Qian Jingao who is the heroic hero? How was she caught by these black people?"

The wolf-ridden woman was Gao Xiaoli. She did not see Zhang Chengling, her mouth was broken, and she was so hot that she worked hard. Immediately, she felt a pain in her waist, and felt half-numb, and a woman pressing her shoulder retracted the long needle that had just pierced her waist, and said coldly in her ear: "You feel, Am I just going to make you a dead man who can't even stand up? Or should I make a few strokes on your shiny little face? "

Gao Xiaoli didn't dare to move. Her eyes were red, and she was frightened and angry. The woman stepped on her knee fiercely, and almost told her to go to the ground and scolded: "Then you will be honest!"

Zhang Chengling hurriedly lowered his head, pretending that he hadn't seen anything, avoiding the eyes of the woman in black, and seeing that she had sat down, then carefully raised her head and looked at Gao Xiaoli carefully.

He has always had a good impression of Gao Xiaoli. He felt that this was a soft and beautiful sister who spoke softly and softly. When she saw that her face was still bruised, it was obvious that she had been beaten. Groups of women in black are not good.

He then looked at the door again, thinking anxiously, Master, why haven't they come back yet?

This group of people in black is obviously on the move, unlike Zhang Chengling who chewed slowly and filled his stomach, and immediately put down the money to leave, but Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing have not yet returned. meaning.

Zhang Chengling couldn't sit still.

Strange to say, as long as Zhang Chengling is in front of Zhou Zishu, it seems to be a special waste. The word "waste" is often hung by his first impatient master that day. Moreover, he himself has The master relied on it, as if there were mother-in-law's children. A trivial matter called "Master Help", all his powerful Master scolded him to rescue him.

At this time, Zhou Zishu was absent. Instead, he was calm and daring, and secretly called Xiao Er, so he told him so carefully and chased up carefully.

On the other side, Zhou Zishu, who had not returned overnight, had an adventure with them.

As Wen Kexing listened to the sound of the bed and people becoming more and more unscrupulous, he couldn't help but have some doubts. The place of fireworks is generally in the heart. These good things are in the boudoir of the pick-up girl. Silly, it's so empty under the bedboard that she didn't know that she lived in a large nest?

He pulled Zhou Zishu's hand and wrote on his palm, "Who's room?"

Zhou Zi paused and said, "Big scorpion."

Wen Kexing was even more puzzled. Could it be that the head of the poisonous scorpion had let the sister Yao pick up customers in his own bedroom? He thought in horror, would it be impossible for the scorpion to be so poor that he could not support him by killing and setting fire?

Then he stroked on Zhou Zishu's palm again: "Mother Scorpion?"

Zhou Zishu shook his head, and Wen Kexing was even more puzzled. He listened intently for a while, and found that there were actually three people in the room, but the man and the woman were in a fierce battle, and they almost obscured the voice of the other person. Now, although the extra person breathed lightly, but still could hear a little rush, Wen Kexing became even more frightened, and the scorpion head's hobby was really weird.

So he wrote, "Isn't he OK?"

Zhou Zishu paused for a long time, then nodded cautiously.

His face reflected the moonlight that had just risen, and his official business affairs face looked as if Lord Zhou was dealing with national affairs, not listening to the roots of the wall. Wen Kexing looked at him, and felt that the world was awe-inspiring. Second, no one can be first.

After a long while, the sound inside slowly subsided. Zhou Zishu felt that it was almost the same, and waited patiently for them to leave. Who knew that for a moment, the bedboard started to creak again. It seemed to be more lively-Zhou Zishu's brows frowned, and he said that the two were not over, that would have to be skinny and thick, thick and heartless, in order to have a personal viewing next to him Work hard!

Wen Kexing was almost amused by his tangled expression, listening to the sound of the room in the ear, and the intermittent singing of the front yard, looking at the people in front of him, his eyes lingered around Zhou Zishu's waist and legs in particular-- The two of them were quite interested, and they had nothing else to do, so they stared at the place where they did not look at it.

After he was so impressed, he raised a hand and placed it on Zhou Zishu's side waist. Zhou Zishu's brows frowned even more, and he tilted his head to glance at him. Wen Kexing raised a forefinger in his mouth with a smile. Side, looks very innocent.

Zhou Zishu felt that he was a little over-sensitive by his tossing. He thought about himself as a big man, and touched it. If he wasn't taking advantage, he ignored him.

Wen Kexing got cheap and continued to sell well, slowly moving the palm down, and he became more satisfied. I felt that this child looks really smooth, but it is slightly thinner, but thinning also has the benefit of thinning, if you take off your clothes , This small waist can be grasped, but it feels even more.

Zhou Zishu reluctantly returned his hand to slap on his respectful hip, cooperating with the scream of the woman in the house, twisting his two fingers, blowing his breath gently, and squinting Wen Kexing One glance and chuckled.

Wen Kexing's wink sank immediately, holding him tightly, and kissing Zhou Zishu before his smile disappeared. None of them dared to make any move, they could only compete with each other very limitedly. The first time was that Zhou Zishu didn't respond. The second time was that he was hurt and was sad. This time it was the first time that he met his opponent.

These two people, one who lingers in the flowers, makes countless flowers, and takes the world as his duty, one gets out of the capital of the 30-year-old Wangyue River and is accustomed to pushing cups and changing scenes. They are all old-fashioned, they are lips The entanglement must be either the east wind overwhelming the west wind, or the west wind overwhelming the east wind.

I do n’t know how long it has been, I was almost suffocated in my chest in one breath, and even the two wonderful voices in the house were quiet, so Wen Kexing released Zhou, who was also unstable and still struggling to relax. Holding his hand, he leaned very close.

He suddenly stopped smiling, just watching Zhou Zishu quietly. At that moment, there seemed to be a thousand words and a thousand words to say, but after all they fell silent. The people in the room sighed, and the singing from the front yard became clear. The female voice sang softly, "Recall Mei Xiazhou, Zhemei sent Jiangbei ..."

Wen Kexing wrote in the palm of Zhou Zi's palms: "I only hope that my heart is like my heart, and that I will not miss his love."

Zhou Zishu looked at him for a long time, palms closed gently, and gently pushed Wen Kexing's fingers into the palm, but only touched, and then separated again, he lowered his eyes and once again avoided Wen Kexing's eyes He sighed indifferently.

At this moment, a male voice in the room whispered contentedly: "OK, you go." Then a door rang, and Zhou Zishu took the opportunity to stand up like a bird, silently landed on the roof, and gently lifted the tile out Gap, looking into it.

Wen Kexing looked at his fingers, as if the temperature in the palm of his hand was still there, but the night breeze was too cold, and it fluttered lightly, and then disappeared. At that moment he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, he could only laugh at himself and smiled bitterly.

Zhang Chengling returned to the room, and couldn't sleep over and over again. The shadow of a tree with new buds on the window hit the window. When the wind blew, the "rustle" moved more and more. "Wife-in-law", this place became "Zhangya dance claws, monsters and monsters."

He first reluctantly sat there shaking his head and shaking his head to back the tactics-this habit has been scorned by the two people and I don't know how many times, senior Wen said, you have to memorize this thing without saying a word, how can it be integrated ? His master is more straightforward, but he simply said that if he understands the practice, it will be natural. He has never seen anyone in his life who can learn a broken formula more than the four books and five classics. It can be seen that Zhang Chengling is stupid, almost stupid. Be creative.

Then Zhang Chengling suddenly remembered that Master and Senior Wen had gone out. This huge restaurant seemed to be alone, so he trembled. When he felt something was going to happen, he uneasily pulled the bed curtain down, and The quilt was pulled over his head, as if it was safe to do so--and he didn't know what he thought.

He waited and waited, listening carefully to the movement in the master ’s room next to his ears—of course, he completely ignored the fact that even if Zhou Zishu came back, he could not hear it with his ability—like a disturbed rabbit, I've been waiting for most of the night, and I didn't hear any movement. Finally, I still couldn't resist the acacia disease on the upper and lower eyelids, and fell asleep.

Until the next morning, woke up by the movement of other tenants, Zhang Chengling climbed up and ran to his master's room. Then he was disappointed to find that the pillows were cold. Did not return. Restaurant Xiao Er came up to say hello to him, but Zhang Chengling couldn't, and went downstairs to have breakfast by himself.

He couldn't lift his spirits stupidly, feeling that he was a bit wasteful. For a guy of 15 or 16 years old, his pants were getting shorter every day, but he always seemed to be standing still. Uncle Li saved his life, then met Master, then Master sent him to Taihu, followed Uncle Zhao to Dongting, and found Master ...

It seems that no matter where he goes or what he does, he is not free and autonomous, but just follows others ignorantly.

Zhang Chengling absent-mindedly wrapped buns, and for the first time pondered the question of where to go from here.

Just then, there was a small riot at the door, Zhang Chengling took the bun, looked back, and stopped with the others in the shop.

I saw a dozen women coming in at the door of the restaurant. These women were all black, like a group of crows, and flew in together. I can't see how they look-because everyone has a mask on their faces, like the crudely made smiley doll masks sold to children on the streets during the holidays, but these pale dolls are hanging on the corners of their mouths. In addition to the smile, there were bloodstains, eyes wide open, and he looked like a ghost.

The first person glanced at the dull little two one, and said coldly: "By the head of a person, one person puts on a bowl of plain noodles, and one more look, then you dug your eyes!"

Her voice was rough and hoarse, with indescribable malice, and sounded like an old lady. When she glanced away, the people who looked secretly immediately lowered their heads—these girls did not look like good people for a long time. No one wants to get in trouble when walking.

The headed old lady in black sat down and beckoned, beckoning, "Take care of that little bitter person, and set off immediately after eating."

The women in black under her hands did not make nonsense, and sat down satisfactorily. Zhang Chengling saw it clearly. There was also a young woman with a shawl exuding a trembling hair. They were held by them and pushed over. He looked intently, only startled, and thought to himself, "Isn't this Miss Qian Jingao who is the heroic hero? How was she caught by these black people?"

The wolf-ridden woman was Gao Xiaoli. She did not see Zhang Chengling, her mouth was broken, and she was so hot that she worked hard. Immediately, she felt a pain in her waist, and felt half-numb, and a woman pressing her shoulder retracted the long needle that had just pierced her waist, and said coldly in her ear: "You feel, Am I just going to make you a dead man who can't even stand up? Or should I make a few strokes on your shiny little face? "

Gao Xiaoli didn't dare to move. Her eyes were red, and she was frightened and angry. The woman stepped on her knee fiercely, and almost told her to go to the ground and scolded: "Then you will be honest!"

Zhang Chengling hurriedly lowered his head, pretending that he hadn't seen anything, avoiding the eyes of the woman in black, and seeing that she had sat down, then carefully raised her head and looked at Gao Xiaoli carefully.

He has always had a good impression of Gao Xiaoli. He felt that this was a soft and beautiful sister who spoke softly and softly. When she saw that her face was still bruised, it was obvious that she had been beaten. Groups of women in black are not good.

He then looked at the door again, thinking anxiously, Master, why haven't they come back yet?

This group of people in black is obviously on the move, unlike Zhang Chengling who chewed slowly and filled his stomach, and immediately put down the money to leave, but Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing have not yet returned. meaning.

Zhang Chengling couldn't sit still.

Strange to say, as long as Zhang Chengling is in front of Zhou Zishu, it seems to be a special waste. The word "waste" is often hung by his first impatient master that day. Moreover, he himself has The master relied on it, as if there were mother-in-law's children. A trivial matter called "Master Help", all his powerful Master scolded him to rescue him.

At this time, Zhou Zishu was absent. Instead, he was calm and daring, and secretly called Xiao Er, so he told him so carefully and chased up carefully.

On the other side, Zhou Zishu, who had not returned overnight, had an adventure with them.

As Wen Kexing listened to the sound of the bed and people becoming more and more unscrupulous, he couldn't help but have some doubts. The place of fireworks is generally in the heart. These good things are in the boudoir of the pick-up girl. Silly, it's so empty under the bedboard that she didn't know that she lived in a large nest?

He pulled Zhou Zishu's hand and wrote on his palm, "Who's room?"

Zhou Zi paused and said, "Big scorpion."

Wen Kexing was even more puzzled. Could it be that the head of the poisonous scorpion had let the sister Yao pick up customers in his own bedroom? He thought in horror, would it be impossible for the scorpion to be so poor that he could not support him by killing and setting fire?

Then he stroked on Zhou Zishu's palm again: "Mother Scorpion?"

Zhou Zishu shook his head, and Wen Kexing was even more puzzled. He listened intently for a while, and found that there were actually three people in the room, but the man and the woman were in a fierce battle, and they almost obscured the voice of the other person. Now, although the extra person breathed lightly, but still could hear a little rush, Wen Kexing became even more frightened, and the scorpion head's hobby was really weird.

So he wrote, "Isn't he OK?"

Zhou Zishu paused for a long time, then nodded cautiously.

His face reflected the moonlight that had just risen, and his official business affairs face looked as if Lord Zhou was dealing with national affairs, not listening to the roots of the wall. Wen Kexing looked at him, and felt that the world was awe-inspiring. Second, no one can be first.

After a long while, the sound inside slowly subsided. Zhou Zishu felt that it was almost the same, and waited patiently for them to leave. Who knew that for a moment, the bedboard started to creak again. It seemed to be more lively-Zhou Zishu's brows frowned, and he said that the two were not over, that would have to be skinny and thick, thick and heartless, in order to have a personal viewing next to him Work hard!

Wen Kexing was almost amused by his tangled expression, listening to the sound of the room in the ear, and the intermittent singing of the front yard, looking at the people in front of him, his eyes lingered around Zhou Zishu's waist and legs in particular-- The two of them were quite interested, and they had nothing else to do, so they stared at the place where they did not look at it.

After he was so impressed, he raised a hand and placed it on Zhou Zishu's side waist. Zhou Zishu's brows frowned even more, and he tilted his head to glance at him. Wen Kexing raised a forefinger in his mouth with a smile. Side, looks very innocent.

Zhou Zishu felt that he was a little over-sensitive by his tossing. He thought about himself as a big man, and touched it. If he wasn't taking advantage, he ignored him.

Wen Kexing got cheap and continued to sell well, slowly moving the palm down, and he became more satisfied. I felt that this child looks really smooth, but it is slightly thinner, but thinning also has the benefit of thinning, if you take off your clothes , This small waist can be grasped, but it feels even more.

Zhou Zishu reluctantly returned his hand to slap on his respectful hip, cooperating with the scream of the woman in the house, twisting his two fingers, blowing his breath gently, and squinting Wen Kexing One glance and chuckled.

Wen Kexing's wink sank immediately, holding him tightly, and kissing Zhou Zishu before his smile disappeared. None of them dared to make any move, they could only compete with each other very limitedly. The first time was that Zhou Zishu didn't respond. The second time was that he was hurt and was sad. This time it was the first time that he met his opponent.

These two people, one who lingers in the flowers, makes countless flowers, and takes the world as his duty, one gets out of the capital of the 30-year-old Wangyue River and is accustomed to pushing cups and changing scenes. They are all old-fashioned, they are lips The entanglement must be either the east wind overwhelming the west wind, or the west wind overwhelming the east wind.

I do n’t know how long it has been, I was almost suffocated in my chest in one breath, and even the two wonderful voices in the house were quiet, so Wen Kexing released Zhou, who was also unstable and still struggling to relax. Holding his hand, he leaned very close.

He suddenly stopped smiling, just watching Zhou Zishu quietly. At that moment, there seemed to be a thousand words and a thousand words to say, but after all they fell silent. The people in the room sighed, and the singing from the front yard became clear. The female voice sang softly, "Recall Mei Xiazhou, Zhemei sent Jiangbei ..."

Wen Kexing wrote in the palm of Zhou Zi's palms: "I only hope that my heart is like my heart, and that I will not miss his love."

Zhou Zishu looked at him for a long time, palms closed gently, and gently pushed Wen Kexing's fingers into the palm, but only touched, and then separated again, he lowered his eyes and once again avoided Wen Kexing's eyes He sighed indifferently.

At this moment, a male voice in the room whispered contentedly: "OK, you go." Then a door rang, and Zhou Zishu took the opportunity to stand up like a bird, silently landed on the roof, and gently lifted the tile out Gap, looking into it.

Wen Kexing looked at his fingers, as if the temperature in the palm of his hand was still there, but the night breeze was too cold, and it fluttered lightly, and then disappeared. At that moment he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, he could only laugh at himself and smiled bitterly.