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

Chapter 195

The beggar rushed over too suddenly.

Not to mention that Shen Qingchuan was taken aback, even Si'er was also taken aback.

Si'er realized that the two packs of candied kumquats wrapped in oil paper in his hand fell into the snowdrift, swung his arms into fists, and beat the beggar.

Unexpectedly, the strength of this beggar is astonishing, his arms are like iron chains encircling Shen Qingchuan, embracing him tightly, even if Si'er is punching and kicking at the side, he will not let go.

Shen Qingchuan was frightened by the sudden change, coupled with a gust of cold wind mixed with sleet and frost, it poured into his throat, cold air entered his lungs, and he coughed violently again.

"Cough...cough...cough"

The posture of coughing so fiercely that he almost wants to cough up his lungs.

Si'er was terrified that Shen Qingchuan would cough up a mouthful of blood, he was anxious, but the teenage boy used his hands and feet to separate the beggar from Shen Qingchuan, but he could pull hard but found that the beggar's arms were like crab claws.

"Let go of Young Master Qingchuan, let go of my young master!" Si'er beat the beggar and asked for help from the surroundings anxiously, but found that the people around him seemed to be watching a good show, with eyes full of teasing, as if what happened on the street now It's a stage play to rob people's daughters.

"Brother...Brother..." The beggar's voice sounded like he hadn't drank water for more than ten days, and his words were full of stubble.

"Ahem...ahem..." Shen Qingchuan naturally heard it, presumably the beggar mistook him for his lost brother, and wanted to explain, but he couldn't utter a word because of his coughing.

Coughing too hard, Ji Xue shook Tingshu's face with a sickly flush, the sandalwood temples were dark, and his eyes were like misty eyes, his whole sickness was extremely beautiful.

The punks in the corner gathered together, clapped and booed, and said some nasty things.

"Look at that... like a little lady..."

"I blush when I hug you, I'm afraid this person just doesn't deserve hugs..."

"I don't know what it's like to really hug it?"

The wretched bastard was fascinated by Shen Qingchuan's tearful eyes, covered with a thin layer of water mist, so clear and shallow, his bones were crisp at the first glance.

"Damn it." The punk cursed in a low voice, his heart itching to be hooked.

It's a pity, that young master is a man covered by a bearded master, they dare not really rush forward to touch Shen Qingchuan, but it's good to have a mouthful.

"You said he was on the bed..." Before the bastard could finish his sentence, he was kicked by Hengfei and broke a few front teeth. The muddy snow was too painful to pull up.

"You beggar is dying, right?" The other bastards hugged the beggar and surrounded him. It seemed that they would not let it go until they beat him half to death.

"If you dare to mess with us, I will break your leg today." As he spoke, he picked up a discarded wooden stick that was placed on a three-wheeled wooden cart with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Cough cough...cough..."

"Master, are you alright?" Si'er worriedly patted Shen Qingchuan on the back to help him feel better.

Afraid that he was worried, Shen Qingchuan covered his mouth and coughed several times in succession, his chest was heaving and unsteady, he managed to let out a breath, and said, "I'm fine."

Si'er understands that he is fine. Just now, the beggar suddenly kicked into the group of gangsters like a flying eagle, and knew that he was really crazy. Seeing that the beggar no longer pestered Shen Qingchuan, he picked up the two pieces on the snow. Bao Guofu urged, "Master, let's go quickly."

Si'er looked at the viciousness of the beggar, as if he wanted to beat those bastards to death, he struck so hard that he almost hit people's deathbed, seeing that stern posture, it was really frightening I don't know if it is a bandit who is still a soldier, but it is not an ordinary beggar.

This kind of people, and people with abnormal brains, should stay away.

A lunatic is unreasonable. He does things regardless of the consequences. There is no cause and effect. If he is entangled, he can only consider himself unlucky. It is better to hide away.

Seeing that the lunatic beat all ten bastards to lie on the snow, calling for father and mother, he did not let them go, punching them on the head, wishing to put them to death, as if with a huge hatred.

I don't know if the lunatic beggar had six ears. When he heard that they had just moved and turned around, the lunatic swooped in three steps.

It's just that this time, instead of hugging Shen Qingchuan tightly like before, he tightly held the corner of Shen Qingchuan's clothes, and said only two words, "Brother..."

It seemed that he only knew these two words in his life.

"You let go, let go of my young master."

Shen Qingchuan couldn't leave even if he was pulled by the hem of his clothes. Si'er had seen the ruthlessness of a lunatic beating someone, even if he and Master Qingchuan were together, they couldn't beat this lunatic. Crazy Kai grabbed his hand at the corner of his clothes.

Seeing that the beggar didn't touch him, Shen Qingchuan also knew that the reason why the beggar rushed to fight with those bastards just now was because those people said a few insulting words to him.

Probably the beggar mistook him for his lost brother. After Shen Qingchuan knew that the beggar would not hurt him at will, he was not so nervous. Instead, he patiently explained, "I am not your brother, you have misunderstood the person."

The sun shines through the icicles at the corners of the eaves, revealing a slight icy blue light, which falls into Shen Qingchuan's warm eyes and turns into soft lake water. The beggar indulges in that mesmerizing clear lake water.

The beggar suddenly laughed, the laughter was a bit sad, the dark eyes hidden under the unkempt hair contained nameless longing, and a trace of cautiousness hidden in them, he kept silent, and grabbed Shen Qingchuan's clothes tightly. Corner, stand where you are, don't stop.

Shen Qingchuan had no choice but to say take him back, and the beggar was willing to move.

He followed Shen Qingchuan step by step like a puppy who was afraid of being abandoned, but he still refused to let go of the hand that was holding Shen Qingchuan's clothes tightly, even if Shen Qingchuan patiently explained that he would not run away.

The beggar still worriedly grabbed the hem of his clothes, so hard that his joints were slightly white, fearing that Shen Qingchuan would have all kinds of supernatural powers, and they would disappear if he didn't pay attention. A life-saving straw.

Si'er had some objections in his heart, and murmured in a low voice, "Master, why did you pick him up and send him to the police station?"

The beggar stared over gloomyly, and Si'er's heart skipped a beat from that blurred look, as if that look just now was not for a living person, but like a bloody ghost crawling out of hell, extremely terrifying.

Si'er immediately hid on the other side of Shen Qingchuan, pointed at him, and stammered in fright, "You you you, what kind of eyes did you have just now?"

Shen Qingchuan turned his face and saw that the beggar was still taciturn, bowing his head and unable to speak, and saw that Si'er looked like a frightened fried cat, he couldn't help smiling.

Arriving at a rather elegant house, there is a wide stone road paved from the gate, and a few plum trees are planted on both sides of the yard, and the cold fragrance is refreshing, quite elegant.

There are also several medicine racks in the yard, stacks of medicinal materials, placed in dry cold air to dry in the shade, the faint medicinal fragrance mixed with plum fragrance is a bit strange, but it is not unpleasant.

Entering the living room, Shen Qingchuan asked Si'er to bring a cup of hot tea to the beggar, as if a servant had boiled hot water. Leng Qiudu is a clean person, if he saw Shen Qingchuan bring a dirty beggar back , It will definitely make your face cold.

At first the beggar was still unwilling to take a bath, and he couldn't bear to take his eyes off Shen Qingchuan for a moment.

In the end, it was Shen Qingchuan who led him to the bathroom and said that he didn't like dirty people, so the beggar was willing to give up.

Shen Qingchuan sat in the living room and waited. The servant brought a pot of soup, and brought up the freshly cooked black and shiny soup. Even after two years of eating, Shen Qingchuan still couldn't bear the smell of the medicine, so he ordered the servant to put it aside first. Wait for the decoction to cool slightly before drinking.

"Young master, remember to drink it, if it gets cold, the medicine won't be effective." The servant saw that Shen Qingchuan's face was a little paler than before he went out this morning, and his sickness could not be concealed, so he said worriedly.

"If you miss the time to drink, if Doctor Leng finds out, he will definitely be angry." The servant added and said.

Most of the servants in this house are Leng Qiudu's former patients, they are used to calling Leng Qiudu Doctor Leng, and they also have a hidden respect.

"Understood." Shen Qingchuan said with a smile.

"Master, he's finished taking a bath." The servant led the beggar in, so it shouldn't be called a beggar.

Even if he was dressed in light brown linen clothes, he couldn't be an ordinary person.

That delicate and slightly gloomy face is really outstanding. Although it is more delicate than a woman's, there is a bit of evil spirit between his brows, his dark eyes are like wild untamed little animals, and his scarlet thin lips, even if he has a head With long hair, others can't regard him as an actor, he is more like a young master raised by an old nobleman.

"Did I meet you somewhere?" This was Shen Qingchuan's first sentence.

"I can't remember it for a while." Shen Qingchuan frowned and said in thought.

"But I always have a kind feeling when I see you. Before you find your family, you should live here first."

If the mountains are far away and the clouds are flowing, the breeze is singing the snow, Shen Qingchuan is sitting on a carved chair in the living room, it is someone's untouchable obsession and delusion.

"My name is Leng Qingchuan, you can call me Big Brother Qingchuan." Shen Qingchuan's eyes are clear, even if his face is sickly, he is like a mass of warm sunlight.

"Brother." The beggar still spat out these two words, staring at every inch of Shen Qingchuan, from hair strands to eyebrows.

Seeing him blankly, Shen Qingchuan didn't argue with him, and continued to ask, "Do you still remember your name?"

The beggar paused, then shook his head slightly.

"Where's your family?" Shen Qingchuan asked, and the beggar continued to shake his head.

Shen Qingchuan pinched his chin, thought for a while, and said, "Then this is troublesome."

Seeing the beggar looking over seriously, Shen Qingchuan smiled again, "Don't worry, I am also a memory amnesiac, and you and I are also in the same boat. Before you found your family, you lived here first."

Seeing that his long hair was still dripping with water, Shen Qingchuan called a servant to get a clean towel, and said, "Why don't you wipe it, it's easy to get sick in such a cold day."

The servant handed over the towel, and said calmly, "He didn't wipe it off after taking a shower, and rushed to see the young master in a hurry."

Shen Qingchuan took the towel and called out to the beggar, "Come here, I'll wipe it for you."

The author has something to say: the second update, the next update is at 9:[-] pm, I want to boast~