Brother, this showman

Chapter 116

When Ye Wenqing walked to the wonton stand, Song Jihua had already finished a bowl of wontons.

He turned his head and looked at Feng Lianchen in Ye Wenqing's arms, with a troubled expression on his face, he gritted his teeth secretly, raised a finger at the boss in front of the stove again, and said, "Boss, add another bowl."

"Okay! Wait a moment." The boss nodded cheerfully, adding firewood to the stove vigorously.

Ye Wenqing hooked the bench on one side with his feet and put Feng Lianchen down, then looked at Song Jihua holding the bowl and drinking the soup with a few green onions floating there, sipping sip after sip, babbling loudly.

Ye Wenqing couldn't stand his poor look, grabbed the bowl in his hand, put it aside with a slap, and said, "If you keep licking, the boss's bowl won't need to be cleaned."

"Isn't this delicious?" Song Jihua chuckled, and pursed the corners of his mouth with unsatisfied desire, "I ordered two bowls for you."

"Hey, by the way, who is this?" Song Jihua's eyes fell on Feng Lianchen, and he looked narrowly at Ye Wenqing, with an unclear light shining in his eyes.

"My man." Ye Wenqing patted Feng Lianchen's shoulder pretending to be mysterious, "How is it? Isn't it very tender?"

"Pfft!" Song Jihua was so frightened that all the tea he had just drank came out of his mouth, his face flushed red from choking, he pointed at Ye Wenqing, and then at Feng Lianchen, "Your son is not bad."

Ye Wenqing just smiled and said nothing, when the boss handed over the wontons.

Ye Wenqing took a bowl and handed it to Feng Lianchen, then pushed the bowl to Song Jihua, and said, "I'm not used to eating wontons, you can eat this bowl by yourself."

"What?" Song Jihua's eyes widened in astonishment, "Aren't you used to it?"

"There's less meat and more skin. What's there to eat?" Ye Wenqing blinked, "Don't you like it? Then eat another bowl so you don't have to lick it."

Song Jihua stiffly picked up the spoon and scooped it a few times, stared at the hot wonton in the bowl with a frowning expression, and then looked at the boss behind him, hesitating to speak.

"Don't think about it too much, you can't withdraw if you get out of the pot." Ye Wenqing saw his thoughts and was quite contemptuous, "It's been a year since I haven't seen you, why are you getting more and more picky?"

"Brother Wen Qing." Song Jihua took a bitter bite of the wonton, and there was a little joy in the intertwined food and melancholy, forcibly squeezing a delicate face so that there was no sense of beauty at all.

"Don't call me when you're eating." Ye Wenqing turned his eyes away in disgust, "It's too ugly."

Song Jihua: "..."

I feel sorry for money.

Feng Lianchen scooped up a wonton, listened to the two of them talking silently, and waited for the heat on the wonton to dissipate a little before handing it to Ye Wenqing's mouth: "Big brother."

"No need, you eat by yourself." Ye Wenqing tilted his head back.

"Huh? Brother Wenqing, your neck..." Following Ye Wenqing's movements, the traces on the neck clearly appeared. Song Jihua paused his hands, and stared curiously at the pink spot on Ye Wenqing's neck, his gaze suddenly changed. Get deep.

After a long while, Song Jihua said with emotion: "Brother Wenqing, I never thought you'd have such a colorful life."

"I thought you would give Lianchen..."

"Widow?" Ye Wenqing followed Song Jihua's words and said, his thick black eyebrows raised slightly, and from the corner of the eye he glanced at Feng Lianchen beside him, and sneered, "It's a good idea."

Song Jihua chuckled awkwardly for a while, scratched his head, buried himself in eating the wonton in front of him, and said no more.

"Big brother." Feng Lianchen scooped up another wonton and brought it to Ye Wenqing's mouth, his eyes fell on his pale lips, and the tip of his tongue moved gently on his lips, with a hint of indescribable charm.

"Eat one, it's delicious."

It's terrifying!

Ye Wenqing's scalp was numb, and he opened his mouth to bite the wonton. The thin, soft skin was shattered when touched by the tip of the teeth, and the rich meaty aroma was mixed with the fragrance of corn between the teeth.

Ye Wenqing didn't feel that he had time to understand it, so he swallowed it immediately, and finally another wonton was brought to his mouth.

Ye Wenqing didn't want to eat it, but Feng Lianchen swallowed one big brother one at a time, coupled with his imaginative movements and demeanor, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and swallow one after another, filling his empty stomach to the full.

"No need." Ye Wenqing looked away, "I'm full."

Feng Lianchen didn't continue to feed him, and lowered his head to eat the already cooled wonton.

"Brother Wenqing." Song Jihua, who finished another bowl, stared blankly at the way the two got along, with a complicated look on his face, as if he had been slashed by a thunderbolt, and muttered to himself, "Could it be that you really spent money to raise him?" A small one? It's too small. Your money belongs to Lianchen, so you're not afraid..."

Song Jihua realized later that what she said was inappropriate, and immediately covered her mouth and stood up, stammering: "I, I, I will pay the bill!"

"His head." Feng Lianchen swallowed the wonton in his mouth, looked at Song Jihua's figure, and clicked his tongue, "Take the wind."

"Almost." Ye Wenqing touched his chin, glanced at the four or five wontons left in the bowl, touched the wall of the bowl with his hand, and said, "Forget it, it's already cold, don't eat it. "

"It's okay, put it in your mouth and then swallow it, it will be hot." Feng Lianchen said indifferently, scooped one up and put it into his mouth again, his eyes bent into a crescent shape.

Ye Wenqing laughed helplessly, glanced at the stack of papers that Song Jihua put aside, and inadvertently saw the date of inscription on it—March [-]th, Gengchen Year.

Ye Wenqing thought that the writer of the letter had misremembered the time, so he casually flipped through the bottom, and found that without exception, all the times were in the year of Gengchen.

But now it is clearly the year of Jimao, but the time marks of these letters are all next year.

To put it more mysteriously, these are all letters from next year.

It is not surprising if one person remembers wrongly, but it is strange if a group of people remember wrongly.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Ye Wenqing's mind, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly remembered the special tombstones he saw in Duruobao last year, and the year engraved on them also happened to be the year of Gengchen.

Is there really such a coincidence?

Ye Wenqing narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the content on the paper, thinking secretly.

"Brother Wenqing." Song Jihua came back after paying the bill, saw Ye Wenqing staring at the stack of papers he brought, and complained sadly, "There was a thicker stack, so I asked my younger brother to do it, but these also take care of it." I'm so tired."

"Have you found all the people above?" Ye Wenqing pointed to the signer on the paper, met Song Jihua's gaze, and observed his expression calmly.

"I found it." Song Jihua nodded, and said truthfully, "It's just that some people live far away, so it's hard to find."

"What are you doing to help them?" Ye Wenqing's eyes flashed a dark color, he rested his chin on one hand, and looked at Song Jihua curiously.

Song Jihua looked a little dodgy, and scratched his head embarrassingly: "Some treat people, some treat chickens and ducks, and some deliver sows."

"...You Xiao Guanzong still care about this?"

"As long as it is a living thing, it has been slightly involved."

"I admire you."

Song Jihua picked up the sword on the table, sighed, put the stack of papers into his arms, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said worriedly: "I'm afraid I have to delay my trip for another day today."

"Then let's stay at the inn for one night." Ye Wenqing said at the right time, "You have invited us to eat wontons, so I will treat you to stay for one night. It's rare to relax, and you can just go to Penglai Wenwen, it's fun Good place."

"Penglai article?" Song Jihua looked at Ye Wenqing suspiciously, "What kind of place is that?"

Song Jihua stared at Ye Wenqing for a while, suddenly, his cheeks became hot, and his eyes dodged: "No, no, no need."

"Didn't you go there before? I also went yesterday, and it felt really good." Ye Wenqing glanced at Song Jihua, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I was ignorant before, so I can't go now." Song Jihua straightened her waist, her face was flushed, even more beautiful than the rays of light stolen from the clouds.

"Isn't it just listening to a storyteller? As for that." Ye Wenqing looked away and sneered, "I didn't ask you to do bad things."

The expression on Song Jihua's face froze in an instant, the blush faded away like long legs, and the rest of his face was bewildered.

Ye Wenqing bent down and picked up Feng Lianchen, raised his feet and walked forward a few steps, looked at Song Jihua who was still standing there, and joked, "Did you not lick the scallion clean just now?"

Song Jihua came back to his senses, smiled apologetically, secretly tightened his hand holding the sword, and strode forward.

Since Ye Wenqing went out, Zhen Xiangsi, who had been sitting on the stone at the entrance of the inn waiting for him to come back, was like a watchman's stone, with his head constantly wandering, whenever anyone passed by, he would look up.

Xiaoer came out several times to persuade Zhen Xiangsi to wait inside, but Zhen Xiangsi refused to agree, his face was scalding hot from the sun, beads of sweat kept rolling down his cheeks, and the sour smell on his body was also suffocated. thorough.

As soon as Ye Wenqing appeared on the street corner, Zhen Xiangsi immediately went up to meet him like his own father's son, dancing with joy, and shouted: "Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, you are finally back, I miss you so much. Before you came back and rang the bell in the house, I kept squatting outside and dared not go in for fear of disturbing your elegant mood."

"What?!" Ye Wenqing staggered when he heard this, and almost fell to the ground with Feng Lianchen in his arms, "You've been squatting outside?"

"Yes, yes." Zhen Xiangsi nodded again and again, and said with a smile, "The shaking is very nice, but the time is a bit long, and it quarreled with others."

"Shut up! Say one more word, believe it or not, and throw you away?" Ye Wenqing's face was as black as pot ashes.

Feng Lianchen, who was lying on Ye Wenqing's shoulder, could clearly see the pink on his fair ears, which was more intoxicating than the rouge applied by the girl.

Zhen Xiangsi flinched for a while, lowered his head timidly, his gaze was attracted by Song Jihua on the side again, his eyes widened, his lips moved, as if seeing a ghost.

The air froze for a moment and was terribly stuffy.

"Actually, I don't look that scary. It's just that I'm a bit more ordinary than Brother Wenqing, so I won't scare you like this." Song Jihua took the lead to break the weird atmosphere, frowning and said bitterly, "You don't have to be like this .”

"Yes." Ye Wenqing helped, and cast a warning glance at Zhen Xiangsi, "Put away your appearance, don't make me such a mess, or I won't care about you."

"Yes yes yes." Zhen Xiangsi replied repeatedly.