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

Chapter 155

Yuhua Mansion.

The sky is getting dark, the thunder is rushing, the wind and rain are like darkness, the autumn rain is coming so eagerly, it seems to be pouring beans on the tiles of the building, beating loudly.

The indoor lights were dim, warm and quiet. Shen Qingchuan was resting on the bed, while Guan Boya was dealing with business in the study next door. He fell asleep drowsily with the incense used to soothe the nerves, and faintly heard the sound of flipping books.

I couldn't sleep well, and fell into a dream.

I saw Guan Boya stepping into the living room on the second floor. In the dream, he seemed to be in the Shen mansion. With some vision, he seemed to be floating like a ghost, and then he merged into this dream. Shen Qingchuan saw himself sitting very close to Guan Boya. Recently, although they were reading a book, there was a very harmonious atmosphere. His head rested on Guan Boya's lap, and he was still flipping through this newspaper in his hand.

Shen Qingchuan forgot to read the morning newspaper this morning. All the big and small things in Bohai City were basically registered in this morning newspaper. The day before yesterday, he saw a couple's wedding announcement, and today it became a tragedy. After the woman broke off the relationship with the man in the newspaper, the man was so angry that he stabbed his ex-wife seven times and then hanged himself.

Shen Qingchuan frowned slightly, he seemed to have heard this before, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and was just distressed.

Suddenly a book blocked his sight, Guan Boya was holding a book, his eyes like a black pool seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy mist, he couldn't see the emotions in his eyes clearly, with long hair and shawls, his face was like a pretty girl, Wearing a silk red cheongsam embroidered with Hehuan/Huan patterns, it is too red and too colorful, just like a happy dress.

"We can't think that we can't be separated like them." Guan Boya said to him suddenly, and lightly tapped Shen Qingchuan's eyebrows with his fingers.

Obviously, the two of them were sitting on the same wicker chair, which should be very warm, but it was about late autumn frost and cold, coupled with the continuous autumn rain, it made people feel very cold.

Guan Boya's body temperature has always been cold, the moment the white jade-like fingertips touched his eyebrows, it was like a grain of cold snow falling on the center of his eyebrows, penetrating the chill.

In the past, Guan Boya would sit on the soft leather sofa next door and listen to Guan Boya reading to him. Tonight, his seat was taken by a fat yellow-haired cat.

It's just that there is something wrong with the development in the back. Guan Boya's fingers traced down his neck, and at that moment, he had the illusion that his skin was cut by a sharp dagger.

Shen Qingchuan was a little embarrassed, Guan Boya was a girl after all, so it's inappropriate to tease him carelessly like this, let alone there are cats around.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Shen Qingchuan took a book next to him to read, and said, "Why don't I read to you, this one"

Before Shen Qingchuan finished speaking, Guan Boya reached out and took the book and threw it aside, saying, "Study is boring, why not do something interesting."

Shen Qingchuan got up quickly, and said, "No, no, this ****, even though the sky is covered by dark clouds outside, it is daytime when I fell to the ground, I will still look for me when I come to Qiudu."

Guan Boya bowed his head and bit Shen Qingchuan's lips lightly, as if an ignorant teenager was rushing into Shen Qingchuan's mouth relying on intuition only.

The big yellow cat on the side couldn't help screaming, and seemed to mistakenly think that its owner was hurt, so it rushed up and drew a few bloodstains on the back of Guan Boya's hand with its paws.

Shen Qingchuan hurriedly got up to check Guan Boya's injuries, and went to fetch the vine wood medicine box. The most important thing was that he could find a chance to slip away and slightly dissipate the heat on his face.

After carefully applying the medicine to Guan Boya, Shen Qingchuan walked to another seat and sat down. There happened to be a desk lamp with an emerald shade on the table next to him. He pulled the cord and the light turned on.

Looking up at the young man next to the desk lamp, the light is milky white and warm, shining a light halo on his side face, his hair is as black as sandalwood, his eyebrows are picturesque, I really want to lock him in in the cage.

He can only be seen by himself.

Or break Shen Qingchuan's leg so that he would not run away. What was a little distressed was that Shen Qingchuan was afraid of pain. For a while, Guan Boya couldn't bear it, and then he thought that Shen Qingchuan's crying appearance was also extremely beautiful.

Guan Boya held the book very lightly, lowered her long eyelids to hide the dim light, and slightly raised her tight scarlet thin lips, a little treacherous.

A moth broke in from the window, flapping its wings against the incandescent desk lamp, shaking off its scales, and being burned, it wanted to fly towards the light again and again. The flickering of the light really affected reading.

Shen Qingchuan stood up, wanting to drive away the moths.

Unexpectedly, the slender and pale fingers pinched the moth's wings, Guan Boya said, "I'll take it and release it."

Shen Qingchuan was a little surprised at his boldness, didn't Guan Boya hate these bugs the most?

Shen Qingchuan also hated bugs the most, including beautiful butterflies, not to mention ugly moths, and when he saw Guan Boya taking the initiative to chase away bugs, he nodded.

Guan Boya walked to the window, he held it weakly, the moth's wings fluttered and vibrated in his palm, the wing scales scratched his skin, there was thunder outside the window, and the rain fell from the eaves, smashing his body to pieces, splashing The silver flower grew in a puddle on the ground. He opened his palm slightly, and the moth struggled to escape, but the next moment, it was tightly grasped to death by the suddenly closed hand.

He spread his palms, his brown moth wings wrinkled into a ball, and slowly fell down with the raindrops. Guan Boya stared downstairs, bent his lips and smiled, "Let you go free."

"Ah—" Shen Qingchuan yelled, waking up from his dream.

He gasped for breath, and the clothes on the back of his body were wet a lot. In the end, he dreamed that he turned into a moth, was tightly held in the palm of his hand, and fell to the ground, and the bean-sized rainwater hit him heavily. body.

Shen Qingchuan's body was still shaking, unable to recover from the gloomy dream for a long time, it seemed that there was still some fear left.

How can I have such a weird dream!

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Le Feng Tea House.

The stage is open on three sides, and there are low railings on the stage. The warriors on both sides enter the arena from the curtains on both sides like a file. The suona, cymbals and erhu sounded in unison. All the guests applauded and applauded.

A martial artist leaped onto the low railing, holding a wooden stick taller than a person, and pretending to be a Sun Monkey scouting the way ahead with his piercing eyes, he looked towards the guests under the stage.

There are square tables and long benches in the pool seat on the first floor. Five or six people sit at a table, order a pot of hot tea and a few dishes of snacks, mostly peanuts, sunflower seeds, and fried soybeans. They sit for two or three hours.

There are holding pillars on the left and right sides of the stage, with a couplet written: Sheng Dan Jing Mo can't finish Vanity Fair, and red tooth sandalwood board can't finish the hot and cold world.

Shen Qingchuan sat in the private room on the second floor, took a sip of tea, and introduced the theater culture downstairs to the blond youth one by one.

It is said that it is a private room, but there is a bamboo curtain on the left and right, and there is a large carved window inlaid with ingots on the back wall. A vase under the window holds a red plum. Floating inwardly.

"Look, the gossip-shaped skylight above the teahouse, someone will take white confetti from the dark place of the railing on the fourth floor and secretly sprinkle it down later, as a snow scene." Shen Qingchuan said, he knew this One scene is the injustice of Dou E, and there is a scene of snow falling in June.

It's a pity that it's the end of autumn and it hasn't snowed yet. If it does snow, the fluttering rice grains of light snow will fall down, and the lyrics will be even more sad.

"Peter, look at that man jumping on the shoulder of another samurai with a colorful face." Edward entered the playground like an excited child, dazzled and curious about all the new things.

Shen Qingchuan's face was a little more helpless, but he went with Edward, and he hummed a few words with the people on the stage. The finale was the play of Sai Tianxian, and many actors came here on a special trip today cheer for her.

Shen Qingchuan had heard earlier that she was very popular as a celestial being, and when he read the news in the newspapers, there were many wealthy businessmen spending a lot of money on her, and words touting her beauty appeared frequently. With a pair of beautiful eyes, she appeared with a sword in her hand.

As soon as she appeared on the stage, two or three excited fans couldn't help standing up, taking the lead in cheering and praising her.

Shen Qingchuan and that person looked at each other for a moment, only to see that he was wearing black eyeliner and wearing a hairpin on his hair, and his eyes were hanging like phoenix eyes, which seemed to be a little sentimental. A little more light, cold like sword light.

"Sai Tianxian" is like the move of a dragon startling a bird, dancing the unsharp sword with a few sword lights, just like the sunlight hanging from a mirror, dazzling people's eyes. flood.

Some people applauded loudly, and couldn't help talking to others, saying that Sai Tianxian's appearance today is thousands of times better than in the past.

That glance just now, coupled with the beautiful movements of the woman on stage, made Shen Qingchuan admire, and said, "It really is astonishing, really beautiful."

Edward, who was next to him, felt a little unhappy when he heard this, and he didn't go to investigate carefully. Seeing that Shen Qingchuan's eyes were glued to the person in the audience full of appreciation, he muttered and said, "He still Not as good as you."

Edward didn't want to watch the wonderful solo performance on the stage again, took a sip of wine, the wall of the wine glass touched his lips, but his eyes slanted to look at Shen Qingchuan's body, he only thought that Shen Qingchuan looked good everywhere.

Rizhao cold plums and red plums are not as bright as the color on the lips of young people. The nose is straight and delicate, and there are a pair of loving eyes above.

Just one glance from side to side can make people drunk, and Edward even forgot to drink the wine in his mouth for a while.

Shen Qingchuan only felt that Sai Tianxian on the stage frequently gave their side room glances, and felt strange in his heart, could it be that there was a blond foreigner in his side room, so he took such care of the person on the stage.

Shen Qingchuan withdrew his gaze and looked to the side. It didn't matter what he looked at. Seeing Edward's demented face, as if he was stupid after being drunk, he couldn't help picking up a peanut on the plate and throwing it into his wine glass. Li, asked with a smile, "Why are you looking at me? You're still so fascinated by it."

Shen Qingchuan thought it was Edward who disliked listening to operas, and felt bored if he didn't understand, so he teased him.

Shen Qingchuan was thirsty after watching the play for so long, so he picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip of the wine, the tip of his tongue was slightly numb from the white wine.