Chapter 154

After the meal, song Fengwan was still a bit dull. Occasionally, he saw Qiao Xiyan and felt guilty

"Why don't you eat?"

"I'm eating." Song Fengwan bowed his head and pulled the rice.

She felt that she was doing something bad, but she could still sit as if nothing had happened. It was as if she was sneaking by herself.

Just after dinner, Duan Linbai's people arrived. They just sent some children's daily necessities, even books and stationery. Under the arrangement of his uncle, they put them properly. Then they took Huaisheng to the bedroom to have a look.

He used to live in a poor and shabby room, which can't be compared with here. Uncle Nian taught him to use all kinds of things and gave him a bath by the way.

Qiao Xiyan naturally went back to his room and continued to polish his jade, but song Fengwan wandered in the room five steps at a time, feeling uneasy.

**

About a little more, her mobile phone vibrated twice

Why haven't you come yet

What's the matter with this man? It's starting to rush again.

Or I'll go to your room

Song Fengwan was so frightened that he ran out with his mobile phone.

Do a thief like four peep, just timidly knocked on the door of Fu Chen.

Back to the old place, the old place of hell, when did he and himself start to have the old place?

At first glance, the ordinary people thought that they had done something shameful.

"The door is unlocked." Fu Shen's voice came from the door.

Song Fengwan hurriedly pushed the door in and turned to lock it.

"Why are you locking the door?" Fu Shen chuckled and glanced at her dress.

Living in the mountains last night, everyone was sleeping in their clothes. She had changed her pajamas. The crescent moon was white, and she was pulling a pair of open toed slippers. The feeling that Fu Shen suddenly rubbed against her last night

It's smooth and tender.

"I..." song Fengwan was asked by him and was speechless.

"It's not being shady." Fu Shen light Shen, patted his body side position, "come and sit."

Fu Shen wore a thin grey sweater, simple and smooth, and sat beside the bed.

Sitting in bed?

Song Fengwan hesitated at his feet.

"What are you doing? Come here, I'll rub the wound on your hand again. " Fu Chen took out the medicine box on the side behind him, which was blocked by his body before. Song Fengwan didn't see it.

"Medicine?" She coughed twice.

"What else do you think you're going to do?" Fu Chen looked at her with a narrow face.

Song Fengwan shakes his head and sits next to him cleverly, separated by a so-called safe distance.

Make it clear when you apply the medicine. It's like the underground organization dealing with the secret code.

As soon as she sat down, Fu Shen suddenly moved forward an inch and reached through her neck. It seemed that he had just washed his hands and his fingertips were cold. She was so surprised that she stopped breathing and subconsciously hid behind

"Don't move." The tone is full of inexplicable deterrence.

Song Fengwan clenched the sheet with his fingers and watched Fu Chen get closer and closer until the whole person stuck it

His hair was pulled away, and his fingers gently pulled down the collar of his pajamas an inch, revealing a small section of delicate clavicle. His breath splashed down, like hot oil, causing sparks in her heart.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in a low voice, as if to her ear.

"No pain." Song Fengwan tilted his head and turned his back to Fu Chen.

"Apply a little ointment." Fu was busy, and soon she felt that his fingertips covered the wound and slowly pushed the ointment away.

There was a chill in his fingertips, mixed with cold ointment.

It's cool to the bone.

"Hu -" Fu Chen suddenly breathed hot air at her neck.

Song Fengwan was stiff and his heart stopped.

"Blow it and dry it quickly, so that it won't get on the clothes and smell."

Fu Chen always talks with his own reason.

Then he began to blow hot air into her neck.

Song Fengwan's body shrinks, and the heat seems to fall on her ears, which makes her itch. A strange feeling makes her pores clamor and blood flow counter current.

The ears became congested and red quickly, and the color spread to the whole neck at the speed visible to the naked eye

The color is beautiful.

"Late late -" Fu Chen suddenly called her.

"Well?" Song Fengwan's voice choked and bit his lips.

Her skin is very white, dyed a touch of red, more beautiful, his fingers stroked her neck.

One day, I have to take a bite to see if I can get some water.

"Huaisheng said before..."

Song Fengwan just wants to cry. What should come will come.

"Third Master, the situation was not like this at that time. Cheng LAN forced me not to like you all the time. She forced me to say that."

"She forced you? Don't you like me? " Fu Shen's eyes were deep.

"Well."

"You can say you don't like it. It's over. Why do you have to say that?"

Fu Chen's direct question made song Fengwan speechless.

It seems that's the same thing.

But

Let her promise not to like this person in front of her all her life, her heart trembles and she can't say it.

She didn't know how to describe that feeling, but she didn't want to.

"If you say that, Cheng LAN won't pester you. She has been forcing you. You are usually very clever. Why don't you fulfill her wish and get away? Why don't you say this kind of stimulation to her?"

Song Fengwan clenched his lips and didn't know how to answer.

Fu Shen suddenly reached for her face and pushed her head to her side with a little force

The distance between the two people, instant closer, close between, interest entanglement, ambiguous disorder.

"You are usually so smart, but you can't turn the corner at the critical time. If I didn't arrive in time this time, you would suffer a bit of crime."

I'm afraid I like him a little.

Fu Shen was very happy when he thought of this possibility.

His fingers glided from her side face to her hair and rubbed gently.

It's a feeling of being together.

Ambiguous to heart shaking.

"Third Master..."

"That's how I upset you?" Fu Shen frowned, "or do you not like it?"

"I didn't."

"Usually there are many people, you just call the third master. Now..." he touched her neck with his fingertips and rubbed it to make her heart beat fast.

"Now there are only two of us, can't you call me third brother?"

His face is clear and meaningful, and his voice is provocative. Few people can bear to be so ambiguous.

"Why are you so keen on a title?" Song Fengwan spoke with breath, for fear that the breath would fall on his face.

"I feel comfortable to hear you call me that."

Song Fengwan felt that he should not have fulfilled his wish, but he still opened his mouth and muttered

"Third brother."

"Well." Fu Chen lowered his head and laughed. His fingers pulled away from her hair. He had already taken away his body. He opened the medicine bottle containing iodophor, took a cotton swab and dipped it in a little. "Give me your hand."

Song Fengwan was a little annoyed.

Why is he leading me by the nose every time?

Why should he feel comfortable?

She handed her hand over, and Fu Shen held it and lowered his head to help her deal with the wound

She thinks about Cheng Lan's hysterical appearance and yells that Fu Chen likes her. Does he really like her?

"If there is an outsider, you can call me the third master or the third uncle. It's up to you. In private, you can call me the third brother."

Fu Chen wanted to do it in his heart. The little girl was shy, so he waited.

To her

He has a lifetime of patience and time to spend with her.

"In private?"

"Just the two of us." Fu Shen lowered his head and breathed in her palm.

"That's what you asked of me? Can I pay off the debt? " As soon as song Fengwan's head turns, she owes Fu Chen a lot of promises. She has to pay them back.

Fu Chen looked at her askew. At this time, he still wanted to pay off the debt.

"Yes."

"Well, that's settled." Song Fengwan suddenly felt that his cerebellar melon seeds were very smart and had a talent for business.

"It's a secret for both of us." Fu Chen was very close to her, hoarse.

The voice was low, like a devil, seducing her.

Song Fengwan nodded stiffly.

When she came back, she found something wrong.

Why does she have a secret with Fu Shen?

It's like stealing. What did you do? Her heart was beating wildly and her face was ashamed.

**

Soon after song Fengwan left, someone knocked on Fu Chen's door.

"Third uncle." Huaisheng is still cautious.

Fu Chen got up and opened the door. He had just taken a bath. It was always windy. His skin was not as delicate as that of an ordinary child. He was a little black. There were frostbite on one side of his face. He was standing at the door with something in his hand. It seemed that he had something to say.

"Come in." Fu Shen sideways to let him in.

Huaisheng hands the bag to him, "this is the master let me give you, he said is a gift."

"Well, come and sit down." Fu Chen pulled him to sit by the bed.

"Third uncle, as a monk, the little monk can't lie to you."

"What?"

"Third uncle, you are exposed."

Fu Shen frowned, "exposed?"

"Today, aunt Zhugan told her sister that you like her, but she didn't seem to believe it."

Where does Fu Shen know that Cheng LAN dares to turn him over.

This waistcoat has fallen off, and he was still here to tease her, pretending to be a wolf with a big tail?

This woman is really windless and can make waves.

"Third uncle, am I right?"

"Well, the third uncle is chasing her. You have to help the third uncle. After it's done, you'll accumulate merits and virtues, and it's easy to practice."

"I know." Huaisheng nodded seriously. It seems that he has to work harder in the future.

Master once said that monks should help all living beings to survive.

This is the third uncle's marriage robbery. I want to help him through it.

Thinking of this layer, he suddenly felt that he was wonderful.

**

Fu Shen sent Huaisheng back to his room, thinking that song Fengwan didn't believe this story. He couldn't tell what it was like. After a nap, he went to the small study to copy Buddhist scriptures.

On the other side, something even more maddening happened.

Qiao Xiyan is carving on a piece of jade. It's a delicate work. He can't tolerate any mistakes. As soon as the carving knife falls, he hears the sound of wooden fish coming from the next room

His fingers trembled, the knife slipped, and a slight scratch appeared on the jade.

His pupils contracted suddenly.

And then

The sound of a wooden fish with even knots was knocked over.

Huaisheng and Qiao Xiyan's rooms are close to each other and belong to the same guest room. They are far away from Fu Chen's and song Fengwan's rooms. The sound can only disturb him.

Josiyan took a deep breath, grasped the knife, and knocked on Huaisheng's door.

Huaisheng opened the door and looked at him holding a sharp knife with a naive face.

"Uncle Joe, what can I do for you?"

"What are you doing?"

"Afternoon class." He has a good look and doesn't look like a liar.

"Afternoon class?"

"I have lessons in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening. Uncle Joe may go to our temple to study Buddhism when he is free."

Josiyan's face was cold.

"Our temple is on Dongtou mountain. It's very famous."

Josiyan clenched his knife. "You go on."

"Isn't Uncle Joe married? You can go to our temple for marriage... "

Josiyan isn't talking to him. Do you know what marriage is?

When he came back to his house, he lost his interest in carving. He just felt sorry for the jade and thought about how to save it.

Huaisheng didn't really want to do his homework. All the children were fond of playing, and so was he.

It's just that I've broken the rules these days.

Lying, eating meat.

It's hard to swallow the flesh of a living creature, and it's hard to get rid of injustice

"Buddha, I didn't mean to break the precepts. Please forgive me for my sins, my sins, my sins..."

He just chanted scriptures and tried to eliminate evil karma.

In the twinkling of an eye, uncle Nian gave him snacks, in addition to candy, and a bag of beef jerky, he hesitated, or reached for the bag of beef jerky.

**

At about four o'clock in the evening, josiyan knocked on the door of the little study.

Fu Shen copied scriptures at his desk with a serious and respectful look.

"What's the matter?" He raised his eyelids and looked at josiyan. He took the initiative to find himself?

It's strange. Even if we live under the same roof, we meet and say hello. Qiao Xiyan's face is cold and his heart is cold. Few people talk to each other.

"If you are free in the evening, I'll treat you to dinner. I'm going to take you back to Yuncheng tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

With the nib of his pen, he slipped an ink stain on the paper.