"Thin beef cuts, a pot of hot wine-come on!"

"A cage of meat buns! A cage of sweet cakes! Another bowl of clear beef noodle soup!"

"Brother, trouble getting a bowl of plum soup cake ..."

All kinds of sounds staggered, and in the cold winter morning, the cold wind blew, and white mist sprayed out during the conversation, which blurred each person's appearance.

In the corner of the street, a five or six-year-old boy curled up. He was wearing a shabby, thin shirt, a pair of dirty shoes, and stepped on the snow, not warming at all.

The trousers had been out of shape for a long time, half of the calf was exposed, and it was frozen red. The little boy didn't care, and looked around with open eyes.

His face was dirty, and only one pair of eyes was as clear as the perfect Mo Yu.

A middle-aged man bought three big steamed buns and a bowl of soup noodles. When he could not eat at the end, he left half of the steamed buns and a bite of soup.

The little boy stared as if he had found Bao. When the middle-aged man left, he rushed out of the corner quickly, picking up half a **** with one hand, and pour the bowl into the other with his other hand. .

His behavior was quickly disgusted by others, and before the cold soup slumped, a slap fell down severely, overturning the entire bowl.

The soup spilled on him, and the small piece of wet shirt was blown by the cold wind, and was tightly pressed against his body, cold.

"Where's the dirty stuff! Get away!"

The muscular strong man scolded him with a grin and grinned, and the malice and rejection in it almost turned into a substance, which stuck to the boy like a knife.

The boy squeezed the remaining half of his **** in silence, turned his fist into his little hand, and turned silently.

The brawny man blinked and saw the **** in his hand again, angrily. "Dirty thing, what do you have in your hand ?! A big **** with one copper, you dare not get it for nothing?"

There was obviously only a small piece left.

The boy ran and pulled his leg. When the brave man saw that he was about to run, he immediately strode over and pulled his back collar. He's had troubles lately, and he has long wanted to find a bully person to get out of it!

The boy was emaciated, and his body was frozen so inflexibly that he fell to the ground in two steps and was caught up by the strong man in one step without getting up.

When the dark and ferocious hand was about to be drawn to his back collar, a fair hand stretched out gracefully, pinching the strong man's wrist.

The slender fingers easily pinched the strong man's stiff wrists, and looked weak, but the strong man felt that his wrists were pinched by iron tongs and could not move.

As the most powerful stab in this street, the brave man has not been offended so boldly.

He turned disgusted, turned his head in anger, wondering which daring and ignorant child dared to pluck hair on the tiger's head. As a result, when he turned his head, he only saw an expensive-looking boy in white, looked at it with a smile, and flung his hand lightly.

Zhuang Han suddenly felt that his whole hand was numb and he couldn't lift it. His face changed, knowing that he had encountered a ruthless character, gnashing his teeth and holding up the scene, screaming: "Who are you ?! Get the name!"

The boy in white glanced at him lazily, and his smile was undiminished, and he returned to him with a good temper: "The rivers and lakes are nameless, not worth mentioning."

The strong man still wanted to speak, but the next instant he felt numb all over, and he was standing still for a while, and fell to the ground with a plop, his tongue seemed to swell, and his mouth could only make a gurgling sound.

In fact, there were three or two people eating around, but no one helped him. This strong man is famous for spilling on this street, and no one wants to mess with him.

The boy in white ignored him, turned around and reached the little boy in a few steps, and reached out to him: "Can you still stand up?"

The little boy looked down at his dirty hands and said nothing.

The young boy in white laughed, and I did n’t know how he made it. When his wrists shook, he turned into a big badger, and the gray and white fluffy collar looked soft and fluffy.

He stretched out his hand, and wrapped the little boy in a big hoe.

A fluff around his neck covered most of the boy's face, and the little boy heard a whisper whispered, "Ah, it's a fairy repair."

Xianxiu.

what is that?

He chewed the strange word blankly, but his body suddenly rose into the air, he was struggling subconsciously, but his back was patted lightly, and a soft and gentle voice sounded in his ear: "Don't move. "

The boy in white was holding him with one hand, and the little boy with long-term malnutrition fluttered softly. He held him across the big **** and felt his bones clenched.

The little boy was stiffened, and his lips were clenched tightly without a word.

This pose brought him very close to the young man. When he raised his eyes, the young man's exquisite side face and jade-like earlobe were raised. His complexion was fair and delicate. At first glance, he was used to pampering.

The stomach suddenly groaned, and after a long absence of food, the stomach began to protest. He held his breath for a moment, ashamed to wait to dig a hole immediately.

The boy in white also heard this voice, a little bit pity, hugged him quickly into a breakfast shop, found a seat that could not blow the wind, and sat down neatly to eat.

It takes time for the food to be delivered, and the boy in white does not know where to turn out a white patter. He asked the store to discuss a bowl of hot water, soak the pour in the water, and gently wipe his face for him. .

After wiping his face and wiping his hands, the young man finally tapped his fingers and applied a little trick. Ordinary people cannot bear too much spiritual power, so he can only use the spiritual power to condense a soft white cloud like a soft white ball, and let the boy hug his hands.

The food was quickly brought up, rice thick meaty congee, small meat buns just out of the basket, white steamed buns, and a plate of vegetable fried pork.

Very common food, he wanders here every day and can see countless times.

The hot air drifted in front of him, and he asked softly, "What's your name?"

...

"Knowing strings? Knowing strings!" The roommate's hearty voice suddenly sounded, sounding very excited. "Your voice-over won the prize! He asked you to give a name! How do you say your real name?"

"Ah?" The awakened Shen Zhixian fan opened his eyes stupidly. He hadn't fully awake yet, and didn't even react to what the roommate was saying, "What name?"

Roommates hate iron and steel: "The dubbing you submitted before won the first prize. The organizer will announce the winning information. Will you put on your real name or a small vest?"

Shen Zhixian yawned and finally remembered what happened.

He tilted his head and buried his head into the quilt tiredly. He turned on the Bluetooth headset that played all night and slid from his neck. The last sentence of the loop single was just finished before the power was turned off.

"... Three wishes are like Liang Shangyan, meeting each other every year."

Leisurely and gentle.

He sullenly said in the duvet: "Put on a vest. See you every year, every year, see you when you meet—reply for me, I will sleep for a while ..."

...

All kinds of messy things, messy memories.

At the end of the dream is an endless black and heavy sea. He is drunk in it, unable to move, and hard to breathe.

When Shen Zhixian woke up, she couldn't tell where she was at the moment, her eyes were scattered, and everything was dim.

When breathing, there was still pain in the chest cavity, and the whole body was sore and painful, as if it had been dismantled and reorganized. He gasped slightly, enduring the pain, slowly returning to his eyes, his eyes gathered on the figure in front of him.

It is the four elders.

"Uncle Four ..." Shen Zhixuan felt his throat hurt when he spoke, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like two pieces of sandpaper were sanding each other.

A rust rushed into his throat, his face paled, and for a moment he could not help coughing. The cough affected the chest, and the heart hurt again, as if hollowed out by a person.

The four elders were so distressed that they helped him sit up hard, patted him on the back, and turned to the person standing beside him without turning his head: "Go and get the elixir."

A cup of warm water was quickly brought to the eyes, and the elders took it, feeding it carefully.

Ling Danshui went down the throat, and the abundant aura infiltrated the heart veins that had been battered with mottled scars. Shen Zhixian took a long breath and finally felt that he was alive.

It did n’t matter if he saw him. The elders were relieved and could n’t help but chant: “Why did you suddenly get sick again? When Yan Jin came to me with a white face, she would scare me to death ... I said It ’s just a matter of pushing it. What do you have to do to try the mountain yourself? ”

When Shen Zhixian heard Yan Jin's name, she raised her eyes slightly, and saw Yan Jin's sculpted pestle behind the four elders, her eyes turned red, her face tired, as if she hadn't closed her eyes for ten and a half months.

His clothes were crumpled and he hadn't changed them, the collar was still bad, his body was dirty, only a pair of dark eyes stared tightly here, and when Shen Zhixian turned his eyes, his eyes were slightly Light up.

It was a rare wolverine.

Between electro-optic flint, Shen Zhixian turned his mind to mind.

He slowly retracted his gaze, didn't mean to talk to Yan Jin, and pretended not to see Yan Jin's dim eyes for a moment, slowly sighing, smiled at the elders with a soothing smile, and said in a dumb voice: "It's all right Recently, I have been more lazy and slacker, and then lazier, Song Zongzhu is afraid to be angry. "

The four elders said unhappy: "He was angry and he could go. He didn't have to be angry once a year. How angry would help his health." He turned his words back, and Shen Shenxuan was not allowed to change the subject. "What is this time?" What's the matter? Good heart attack? "

The four elders glanced at Yan Jin and joked, "This boy made you angry?"

The four elders have interacted with Wufeng frequently in the past few years and often see the interaction between Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin. Seeing that the relationship between them is very good, he also talked with the three elders and said that Shen Zhixian had at least one good apprentice to rely on.

He knew that Shen Zhixian's guardian was tightly guarded. It was necessary to switch to the usual. Such a joke of Yan Jin would definitely provoke Shen Zhixian righteously to refute it. Who knew that Shen Zhixian was silent for a while before he said dumbly: " No. "

The four elders immediately acutely noticed that something was wrong and wanted to ask again, but Shen Zhixian rubbed his eyebrows and made a tired look: "It's my problem that doesn't concern A Jin. The troubled four uncles ran this for me again Was ... "

He made it clear that he didn't want to say more. The four elders turned to look at Yan Jin, but this calm child was also dull.

The four elders frowned, knowing that something must have happened between the two. However, he was not an elder who had always asked questions about his nosy business. He hesitated for a moment, but he took the pulse for Shen Zhixuan and made sure that he was not in any way. He pressed the worry in his heart and said, "Have more rest and take the medicine on time."

Shen Zhixian nodded gratefully and thanked him again. The four elders patted the back of his hand, "What are you doing so politely, and if you feel uncomfortable, immediately send someone to see your uncle?"

After telling Shen Zhixuan, he turned his head and instructed Yan Jin: "Your Master takes the hardest medicine, you have to stare, don't tell him to fall down."

Yan Jinxuan nodded. Without the usual calmness, he would step out of the door when he saw the four elders. After a moment of hesitation, he followed in a few steps and whispered, "The four elders, respect him ..."

The four elders' hands were resting on the door panel and they were about to be pushed out. When Wen Wen turned his head and looked at him, he saw that his face was worried and not counterfeiting. Then he said, "Your Master is now a porcelain doll. You must not be hurt. "

Yan Jinnae should be standing there and letting out a while, until the four elders pushed the door and left, and the door was blown by the wind, when he slammed back, he suddenly refreshed, and rushed back to the bed in three or two steps. .