The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 196

Who would have thought that this person would go straight to Shen Qingchuan, leaning on Shen Qingchuan's knees in a half-lying position, looking very envious.

"You kid, where are you leaning against?" Si'er came over, saw the young man leaning against Shen Qingchuan's knee, couldn't help but walk over, to shoo him away.

Shen Qingchuan, who was sitting on the teacher's chair, shook his hands and said, "Forget it, he regards me as his elder brother."

Si'er stomped anxiously and said, "Master, his hair is still wet and he is still dripping, you can't stand the cold, and he coughed so badly before, what if he gets sick again?"

Shen Qingchuan said with a smile, "How could it be so easy to get sick? There are several heaters in the room, which make people feel hot, so they won't catch cold."

Seeing that Shen Qingchuan could not be persuaded, Si'er turned around and went out to clean up the medicinal materials in the yard.

Shen Qingchuan wiped Shang Xiaolou's hair carefully with a towel. He had never seen such black and shiny hair, so he didn't dare to wipe it too hard, and gently pressed it to remove the moisture.

The flickering firelight from the stove not far away fell on his snow-white and clear face, which was warm and touching, and attracted nostalgia. Shen Qingchuan heard the fire burning vigorously in the stove and the crackling of firewood, and said slowly , "Got to give you a name..."

Shen Qingchuan thought about it, feeling a little distressed, and said, "What should I do... Xiaolou had an east wind last night, why don't I call you Xiaolou."

Shang Xiaolou raised his head, his dark eyes reflected the firelight, as if there were flames jumping, turbulent and bright.

The Buddha said that the three major sufferings in life are nothing more than: resentment and hatred, separation from love, and not being able to ask for it. He has experienced all of these.

And the three blessings in life are: false alarm, lost and found, and reunion after a long absence.

Shang Xiaolou seemed to want to look into the depths of Shen Qingchuan's eyes, but he didn't know whether it was deep or shallow, so he only said one word, "Okay."

A word is worth a thousand gold, he is no longer that small building in the theater, nor is he the small building that killed countless enemies on the battlefield, but the small building that has lost the past and only has Shen Qingchuan in his eyes.

Shang Xiaolou put his face in the palm of Shen Qingchuan's palm, and only when his skin touched could he truly feel that Shen Qingchuan was still alive and that his brother really existed. Even so, he still couldn't control the fear in his heart.

When you cherish a treasure too much, from the moment you meet him, you worry about gains and losses, and when you think of losing it, a huge panic strikes, heartbreaking, even if you have never owned this treasure, you just casually see him .

"Okay, brother." Shang Xiaolou said, like a little beast that has its claws and fangs removed, its surlyness has been eliminated, and it has become harmless.

The fireplace in the hall is bright, shining on the two people clinging to each other, and the shadow falling on the wall is also warmed, making it a little more warm.

One person is like a beautiful jade, and the Qiong tree is swaying.

One person seems to have been trained to get rid of brutality, restraining the sharp thorns all over his body.

There was snow in the evening, the sky gradually darkened, and the clouds were soaked with ink, pressing heavily on the edge of the sky.

Leng Qiudu's shoes creaked in the snow, he was carrying a roasted pigeon wrapped in oiled paper, Shen Qingchuan was greedy for this one, roasted roasted pigeon with crispy skin that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

It's just that Leng Qiudu didn't allow Shen Qingchuan to eat these foods in the past, so as not to cause a more severe cough, but it doesn't matter to take a bite once in a while.

"Doctor Leng, you are back." said the servant who was sweeping the snow with a broom.

"Have you eaten, Master?" Leng Qiudu asked, even if he knew the answer, he still wanted to ask.

"No, the young master is waiting for you to come back and then have dinner, just waiting for you to come back?" The servant answered truthfully without thinking too much.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Leng Qiudu's mouth, probably because of the hustle and bustle of the severe winter, but a light was lit in the house, and he knew that there was a person waiting for him to return, small and ordinary, but it made him extremely nostalgic for the beauty, and there was a lot of love in his heart. There was a warm current.

The days that were so peaceful that there were no waves, he really wanted to last forever.

It's a pity that fate always gives you a blow to the head when you relax your guard, smashing your dreams, making you cautious about every happiness in the future, and slipping away in fear.

Leng Qiudu stepped into the room, the dining place was next to the living room, the bright lights penetrated the hanging bead curtains, revealing two figures, the bead curtains were shaken, making it hard to see clearly.

Leng Qiudu took off the scarf, handed it to Si'er, and asked, "Are there any guests at home?"

"Hey, the young master will come with a beggar." Si'er thought for a while and felt that this sentence was wrong, and then said, "His face doesn't look like a beggar, it looks like... like young master Gui, he has lost his memory, Lai Go to Master Qingchuan."

Si'er patted off the snow particles stuck to the scarf, put it on the shelf next to the stove to dry the snow water, and continued, "Doctor Leng, you don't know, he jumped up, hugged Master Qingchuan and refused to let go, we still I thought he was crazy..."

Hearing these words, Leng Qiudu paused his hands straightening his clothes, warmed up beside the stove, and walked quickly to the inner room next to him.

Leng Qiudu opened the bead curtain, just about to ask, "Qingchuan, are there any guests at home?"

After seeing clearly who the "guest" was inside, Leng Qiudu instantly cooled down, but his face was expressionless, not much different from his usual.

Shang Xiaolou looked at Leng Qiudu's cold eyes without any stage fright, on the contrary, he had the feeling that it was true, that he knew everything.

Shen Qingchuan was very sensitive to Leng Qiudu's emotions, maybe he was his own brother. He thought that Leng Qiudu was upset that he brought a stranger back, so he quickly explained, telling the ins and outs of what happened today, and said, "He has lost his memory. As soon as we meet, call me brother...I will take him to the photo studio tomorrow to take pictures and post a missing relative notice, so let him stay here for a few days."

Shen Qingchuan thought of the cold weather, his newly recognized younger brother had no place to live, even if he went to the poorhouse, he would still be hungry, after all there were too many refugees in the cold winter, even if there was food, it was not enough.

Leng Qiudu didn't make a sound, Shen Qingchuan took it as his promise, because he knew that Leng Qiudu would never refuse any of his requests, except for taking care of him.

Only then did Shen Qingchuan suddenly remember that he hadn't drunk the bowl of soup that he had hung out all afternoon, and it probably turned into ice scum now.

Shen Qingchuan said with a bitter face, "No."

Just in time, Si'er brought up the hot roasted pigeon and said with a smile, "Then you are out of luck, young master, you can't eat this roasted pigeon."

Shen Qingchuan smelled the greedy smell, although his eyes were greedy, but he only smiled and said, "It seems that we can only wait for the next time."

If Leng Qiudu wasn't at home, he could still have a bite. Now that Leng Qiudu is on the side, he couldn't eat it, but he also knew that Leng Qiudu was doing it for his own good, so he didn't complain in his heart.

"Brother, eat this." Shang Xiaolou picked up a chopstick dish for Shen Qingchuan, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, sweeping away the gloom, full of Mu Ru's love.

Shen Qingchuan froze for a moment, before he could say thank you, another pair of chopsticks picked up the piece of mutton.

He only heard a voice as cold as ice water, and said coldly, "He has a weak stomach and cannot eat mutton, so he can only drink soup."

Leng Qiudu scooped up a bowl of clear mutton soup. The mutton was stewed with a few flavors of traditional Chinese medicine. It was very effective for nourishing. He put the full mutton soup on Shen Qingchuan's table.

What he said was the truth, Shen Qingchuan can't eat mutton that is too tough, no matter how long it is stewed, Leng Qiudu spent a lot of thought on using this soup, and it fits Shen Qingchuan's physical condition, only for him to drink Soup.

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