The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

Chapter 51 [2015] Vixen

"Gala..." Xiao Xun panted and pulled the shutter door. This work was not easy for the woman's body.Halfway through the pull, she supported her knees and gasped for breath. Gathering up enough strength, she pulled the handle and her body weight to pull it down in one go. The rolling shutter door closed with a bang, and she was also sweating lightly.

Putting on rain boots and an umbrella to prevent snow, she walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The nights are long in winter, and the sky is only bright at nine o'clock. The street lamps are still on, and the light is dim.The foot of the street lamp was buried several inches by the snow, and there was still a crooked snowman standing next to the snowdrift.

Xiao Xun walked along the streetlights, she planned to go to Yang Qing's house to see the situation, the sudden leave call this morning disturbed her, you know Yang Qing almost never ask for leave.Is something wrong?She clutched her scarf, thinking sadly.

Passing the corner of the morning market, a bit of coldness fell from the sky just hit the tip of her nose, she touched the tip of her nose and raised her head in doubt.

"It's really bad luck for the turtle!" Sanjie Yao touched the fresh bird droppings on her nose, and with her hips on her hips, she yelled at the two sparrows on the telephone pole in front of the house.

It's really fucking unlucky, those who are still covered with bird droppings in winter, sooner or later you will be roasted and eaten.Third Sister Yao bent down and squeezed the snow ball, and smashed it on the sparrow with all her strength.The accurate head tilted a little, the momentum was enough, the sparrow was frightened and flew away with its wings fluttering.

Third Sister Yao pinched a handful of snow bird droppings, and then hurried to the morning market to buy breakfast for the family.

Xiao Xun looked up and saw that the ice edge under the eaves had melted, just dripping on the tip of her nose, she put down her hand, and continued to take steps.At this moment, a very familiar voice suddenly came from the noisy morning market at the corner, and she turned her head to look at the source of the sound in astonishment.

At the moment when she was in a daze, a figure who was much faster than her, twisted the waist of the bucket, and pushed her away with a loud voice to meet her.

"Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang! You also come out to buy breakfast!"

Hearing the voice of an acquaintance, Yang Qing subconsciously distanced himself from Cen Weiyu and let him stand behind him.

Yang Qing waved to the oncoming Third Sister Yao: "Sister Yao." Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch another figure of an acquaintance in the morning market farther away. He looked forward, but the figure disappeared. Think, dazzled.

Third Sister Yao enthusiastically said to Yang Qing: "What I told you just now, can you really move it by yourself? They are all from the village. Don't be polite to sister, I will let..."

Yang Qing is shorter than Cen Weiyu and can't completely block him, plus Cen Weiyu's temperament, it's hard for people not to notice.Third Sister Yao naturally noticed it too. Her voice became smaller and smaller. Finally, she looked at Yang Qing and the person behind him, and winked at Yang Qing in surprise: "You know Xiao Li?"

Xiao Li?Yang Qing's heart thumped, and everything was connected in a flash, and suddenly appeared "Xiao Li" who wanted to rent a dilapidated house on the first floor in the remote Taoli Town and even an even more remote town.

Fuck Xiao Li, who else could do such a stupid thing except Cen Weiyu!The investigation was quite clear, even where he lived and who the landlord was!He turned his head suddenly, and Cen Weiyu didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and just turned sideways to answer the phone, avoiding his man-eating gaze.

Yang Qing turned around, looked at the landlord who didn't know whether he was an accomplice or really knew nothing, took out the greatest cultivation in his previous life and this life, and said calmly: "I know, we are friends."

Third Sister Yao was delighted when she heard this. It was a friend who said it earlier. When that Mr. Cen came to rent an apartment, he reminded him not to let another tenant know that his surname was Cen. People are enemies.

However, since they are friends, why make it mysterious, the trend of young people!Do not know do not know.

But, no matter what, the money is there. Thinking of Mr. Cen’s extra three times the rent, Third Sister Yao was so beautiful, she said with this happiness: "Today, I will invite you first, and I will pay you another day." For Xiao Li, no, Mr. Cen will hold a splendid reception banquet."

Yang Qing narrowed her eyes, "Mr. Cen?"

"Ah, this..." Third Sister Yao falteringly explained while giving Cen Weiyu a look, how can you say that, aren't you friends?

Cen Weiyu couldn't pretend anymore, he hung up the phone that hadn't been answered, gave Third Sister Yao a quick look, and pressed Yang Qing's shoulder, "I can explain this matter."

Third Sister Yao was about to apply oil on the soles of her feet, but Yang Qing didn't take Cen Weiyu's hand away, and without looking at him as if he didn't hear him, she just said to Third Sister Yao, "Sister Yao, let me forget about the renting house that I talked about earlier. There are too many things to move, and my grandma needs rest due to her illness, so I don’t feel at ease when outsiders come.”

What, change your mind!Sister Yao blushed so anxiously that her neck was thick, and when she was about to distinguish, Cen Weiyu suddenly said: "Sister, you go first, this is a private matter between me and him."

Third Sister Yao knew that she had done something dishonest, so she opened her mouth, but finally left without saying a word.

The surroundings were noisy, but Yang Qing could only hear his own deafening heartbeat, he was swept away by anger, and came again, Cen Weiyu always acted like this, never asking him if he was willing, and forcibly broke into his life.

Yang Qing clenched his fists and walked quickly outside the morning market, Cen Weiyu chased after him.His voice was very low, "Get out of the way, I will beat you if you get closer."

Cen Weiyu refused to let go, stepped up and overtook Yang Qing, "Let's beat him up."

Yang Qing fell on his back angrily, "I won't let you live even if I beat you up!" He put down these words and bumped away the blocking stone with his shoulder.

The blocking stone clasped his wrist the moment he turned around, and frowned pitifully, "Your Highness, I'm cold."

A cold wind blows from the sky in response to the occasion, rolling up numerous snowflakes.Cen Weiyu's simple clothes were even thinner, and fine snowflakes hung on the tips of his hair and eyelashes.

The temperature from his wrist was like a piece of cold iron, and his heart was also frozen.Yang Qing shrank her neck, scolded herself for being worthless, and said with a firm voice: "Go get dressed when it's cold."

Cen Weiyu held him tightly, and whispered: "No clothes, I didn't bring anything, aren't we friends? You have the heart to let your friend freeze to death?"

Everything is calculated, friend, shit friend!Yang Qing's hands were shaking.

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Half an hour later, Yang Qing was rummaging through the closet with a stinky face, while Cen Weiyu sat obediently on the edge of the bed with his knees together, looking at Yang Qing eagerly.His windbreaker was not waterproof. After walking around outside, it was soaked in snow and cold, so he had already taken it off.He was wearing a turtleneck sweater, and his slightly wet forehead hair was neatly attached to his upper eyelashes. The hair was too dark, making his cold porcelain outline somewhat blurred.

When Yang Qing found a slightly larger sweater and turned around, what he saw was this scene. His heart skipped a beat, and his ears seemed to be drunk.Yang Qing turned his eyes sideways and threw the whole set of sweaters to him, cursing angrily, vixen.

The sweater put his hood on Cen Weiyu, but he didn't hide and let the sweater cover his head.Yang Qing sat on the chair by the window, crossed his legs, looked at him sideways, and said with a sneer, "I haven't seen you in half a year, the professor's face has turned red."

Cen Weiyu didn't speak, he sniffed deeply the smell on the sweater, the residue of cheap washing powder, the sun exposure, which belonged to Yang Qing and belonged to His Highness.He dawdled for a while, hooking the sweater with one hand and pulling his sweater with the other.

He moved so fast that Yang Qing had no time to stop him. In the next moment, a piece of porcelain white waistline of a lie was shining in the dark room. Yang Qing was dazzled, and he missed the opportunity to stop again. The collared sweater fell to the ground, and a pair of slender, white hands held his sweater.The sweater was too starched, and the outline was very stiff, being held by Cen Weiyu in his hands, it was like holding a person.

Yang Qing's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his mouth secreted saliva very quickly. His eyes followed the beautiful mermaid line, the evenly distributed abdominal muscles, and then went up smoothly...

With a rub, the chair spun on the ground with one foot, and the person on it had disappeared, only the shaking curtains proved the existence of the person.

The corner of Cen Weiyu's mouth hooked slightly, and he smiled silently.

Yang Qing leaned against the door and panted, Cen Weiyu's smoothly distributed muscle groups appeared in his mind all the time, he stroked his forehead and cursed: "Fox!"

Yang Qing was shorter than Cen Weiyu, and his shoulders were much wider. After Cen Weiyu changed his clothes, his wrists and ankles were exposed to the air, and his shoulders were also tense.

Fortunately, it is a sweater, the shape is very loose, and it is not in the way when you move.Cen Weiyu tidied up Yang Qing's messy clothes and put them back in the closet, and then helped him fold the quilt that he had pushed aside in the morning.After doing all this, he found cigarette butts scattered at the foot of the bed. He picked up the cigarette butts and walked to the trash can to see that there were cigarette butts piled up inside.

Cen Weiyu pushed open the door with a sullen face.

Yang Qing was tossing around with the stove on the first floor, because Cen Weiyu interrupted the breakfast he planned to buy and forgot to buy it, he didn't care if he ate it or not, the main reason was Zhang Yuanying...

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he took the white radish on the chopping board with a kitchen knife to vent his anger, imagining the white radish as Cen Weiyu, chopped off his leg with one knife, and chopped off his arm with another knife to feed the dog.He was full of murderous spirit, under the shadow of the sword, the white radish was cut into pieces by five horses.

Suddenly, someone turned on the fluorescent lamp above the head, and the bubbling heat from the stove in the kitchen was clearly visible. Yang Qing kept chopping the radishes, and said angrily, "Hurry up and leave after changing, we won't keep the distinguished guests for dinner."

Cen Weiyu walked into the kitchen, he was tall, once he came in, the cramped kitchen was hard to use.Yang Qing had no choice but to stop the hand that was torturing the radish, thrust the kitchen knife into the chopping board with a thud, and stared at Cen Weiyu with cold eyes with folded arms.

Cen Weiyu wrapped the lid of the ceramic pot with a damp cloth and lifted it up, looked at the boiled white rice, and said, "There is too much water."

"I'm cooking porridge." Yang Qing rolled his eyes.

"It's too much," Cen Weiyu scooped up half a bowl of water out of a porcelain bowl, "I'll do it."

Yang Qing touched the kitchen knife, and said: "Remember to add white radish." After speaking, he walked sideways.

Only fools don't use it if there is a labor force that is catching up.

He washed his hands, turned around and went up to the second floor into the master bedroom.

Zhang Yuanying was already awake, the lights were not turned on in the room, and the curtains were drawn tightly, the dim light was not enough for people to see.

Yang Qing's eyesight is not good, he tried his best to open his eyes wide, the upper and lower eyelids are divided to the maximum, even so he can only capture the thin and thin shadow on the head of the bed that is clear and dry, about to be blurred by the darkness, assimilated by the Nordic darkness.

Panic was like a tsunami, and his greedy tongue dragged him into the abyss. Yang Qing snapped the button of the incandescent light on the wall.

There was light, and the shadow on the bed was like a photophobic mole. When the light came on, it curled up and screamed with its head in its arms.

Yang Qing walked forward with heavy steps, he wanted Zhang Yuanying to see his face clearly, "Grandma, look at me," he grabbed Zhang Yuanying's hand and touched his face, but this move resulted in even more fierce resistance .

Zhang Yuanying's face was pale, and she looked at Yang Qing as if she was looking at a stranger she had never met before. She shook her head desperately to resist, trying to break free from Yang Qing's grip, muttering heart-wrenching words, "Who are you... who are you?" ?”

Yang Qing's hands were loosened, his heart was also empty, his blood flowed against his command, he felt top-heavy.

Suddenly, he was embraced from behind, Yang Qing grabbed the sleeve of the incoming man like a drowning man grabbing driftwood, he looked at Cen Weiyu with panic and helplessness.

Cen Weiyu lowered her head and pecked his forehead comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, Your Highness, I'm here."

Yang Qing felt that his nose was sore and his eyes hurt. Whenever he saw Cen Weiyu, his eyes would hurt. He couldn't tell whether it was the residual injury from his previous life, or it was because he wanted to cry.

Cen Weiyu let go of Yang Qing and signaled him to retreat, while he picked up the blanket that rolled on the ground and wrapped the trembling Zhang Yuanying from top to bottom, and said in a warm voice, "Grandma, are you hungry? I cooked your favorite porridge with shredded radish and pork today." .”

Yang Qing tiptoed to the corner and turned off the incandescent lamp.

After about 10 minutes, Zhang Yuanying became much less calm. Cen Weiyu opened a gap in the blanket, allowing Zhang Yuanying to look at her face in the dark, "Grandma, do you remember me? I'm Xiao Cen."

Zhang Yuanying looked carefully, shook his head and said, "I don't remember."

Cen Weiyu was not in a hurry, "Then grandma is going to eat first, today is carrot porridge with shredded pork."

Zhang Yuanying shook her head again, "I don't like to eat that, I like spicy food, my grandson, my grandson loves carrot porridge with shredded pork!"

Zhang Yuanying took the initiative to lift the blanket, staggered out of bed, and muttered: "My little grandson is leaving school, I have to pick him up quickly."

"Grandma," Yang Qing leaned forward cautiously, bent down to meet Zhang Yuanying's cloudy eyes, "I'm your grandson's classmate, what's your grandson's name, I'll call him for you."

Zhang Yuanying stopped putting on her shoes, and she turned around anxiously, "What is my little grandson's name? What is his name? His surname is the old poplar tree at the head of the village. He will grow as tall as the old poplar tree. His first name is the old poplar tree." It is the wheat field of the vernal equinox, he..."

"Is it Yang Qing?" Yang Qing held her hand and looked at her.

"Yes, yes, it's Xiaoqing," Zhang Yuanying held Yang Qing back, and said happily, "You are really my grandson's classmate, is he doing well in school?" She was talking, her eyes suddenly stopped on Yang Qing's face, Thin and warm fingers scratched the bridge of Yang Qing's nose, she smiled from the bottom of her heart, "Xiaoqing."

Yang Qing's eyes were filled with mist, "Hey, I'm here."