Chapter 517 Sheng Qinan x Zhou Ci sleep on the same pillow

Grandma Yao finished cooking and left.

Zhou Ci was cruel and took out all the wine hidden in the house.

Open the wine cork and the aroma will overflow.

"There is an aunt in the village who is famous for her wine-making skills. Please try it."

I bought it during the cold winter last year. The cold wind was biting and a pot of wine warmed my body a lot.

“Good wine.”

"This wine is strong, drink less," she warned.

Sheng Qinan scoffed and didn't take it seriously.

Perhaps the moonlight outside was too pleasant, or perhaps everything around them was particularly soft under the dim light. It was rare that the two of them did not compete with each other and exclude each other.

"Did you criticize me in front of Mrs. Yao?" Sheng Qinan sat down and filled a bowl of soup. He didn't forget to ask.

After all, when Granny Yao left, there was something wrong with the way she looked at him. It was very strange.

"Don't accuse people unjustly." Naturally she refused.

Sheng Qinan didn't bother to ask further questions.

He ate some food.

"Not to mention, her cooking skills are pretty good. It's just that her sales are a bit different."

Just eat some, what to choose?

"There are many unscrupulous shops in Guangling. There is a stall selling wontons on Heyu Street. The taste is barely good, but I have a really bad stomachache in the back."

No wonder no one ate at that stall.

Local people will definitely not go here, and the store earns money from outsiders.

Wontons are quick to cook and don't take much time to cook, so they have become the first choice among outsiders.

Even if I feel unwell after leaving, I will only admit that I am unlucky and will not hold myself accountable.

But Sheng Qinan has never been one to suffer.

Zhou Ci made a listening gesture.

"I have a lot of pills given by Imperial Physician Yong on me. I took one at random and felt a lot better. I quickly went back to find him to settle the score."

Zhou Ci poured him a bowl of wine: "What next?"

"No one was hit."

"Why, Master Shengda can actually fail?"

Sheng Qinan changed his anger and became rather proud. His whole body and even his hair were filled with joy. He spoke in a drawl.

"As for me, I was blocked by a group of people."

"They are all scrambling to get me to tell their fortunes."

"I can't even push it."

They all call him a living god!

As soon as the stall owner saw something was wrong, he ran away on the spot. It was considered that he had escaped.

Sheng Qinan held the wine and tapped it with his chopsticks, making a crisp and fragrant 'ding' sound: "Come on, cousin, have one!"

Zhou Ci drank a bowl with him.

She knew that Sheng's mother knew how to make wine, but she didn't know that Sheng Qinan, like her aunt Sheng Wan, was a glutton for drinking but had little capacity for alcohol.

Sheng Qinan poured the wine: "You are actually quite good now. You teach and educate people. I respect you."

Zhou Ci didn't shirk it, but at this moment, he only tasted a few bites.

"I traveled a long way to come here, you are so disrespectful."

Zhou Ci: "I'm not good at drinking."

"You are not giving me face."

Zhou Ci belched a wine belch delicately and said bravely: "I respect you."

——

Night invaded, and the sky outside was as thick as ink.

Sheng Qinan put a hand on his forehead in dizziness. He looked at Zhou Ci, whose shadow was reflected opposite him. His lips moved, and he finally said what he had been pressing in his heart for a long time.

"Happy birthday."

Zhou Ci's hand holding the wine bowl shook, and some of the wine spread out.

birthday?

The strange day should be Zhou Ci's birthday.

No wonder, Mrs. Yao didn't cook any rice, but cooked noodles as her staple food, and she also said a kind word for Sheng Qinan.

Unknowing emotions came to her. Maybe the person opposite was too gentle, so she didn't resist too much.

Zhou Ci didn't say anything, just put down the wine in his hand and ate the noodles in small sips.

Sheng Qinan saw that she had almost eaten and her mind was much clearer: "Do you still want to drink?"

"drink."

The willow branches are above the moon. The feeling of wine is on my head.

The wooden chair was not strong, and it would make a creaking sound if it moved even slightly. Sheng Qinan's face was red, and he lay drunkenly on the chair.

"I was bitten by a snake when I was young."

The treatment was late, but fortunately it was not enough to kill him.

"Is there a scar?" Zhou Ci stood up unsteadily, her mind no longer clear. She was holding the wooden stake with one hand, and her legs were unable to control themselves and were very weak.

Sheng Qinan thought hard, but his mind went blank. He could no longer distinguish between memories and reality, but the pain was unforgettable.

This is only possible because the servants around you are not supervising you well.

Sheng's mother took him to Fanshan Temple. At that time, Mr. Sheng was still there, but his health was very poor. Sheng's mother went to the Buddha statue to copy scriptures just to pray for blessings.

Sheng Qinan was at an age where he was very playful and soon became unable to sit still. Sheng's mother asked her servants to take him out.

Maybe there was no mistress around, so the servants were slacking off and just talking about the usual things in the nearest bamboo forest.

Something happened.

But Fanshan Temple is located in the outskirts, it is remote, and there are no doctors in the temple. At that time, Sheng Qinan's lips were already purple.

Sheng's mother was so frightened that she cried on the spot, but the journey back to Lin'an was too far, and the doctors at the nearest medical clinics were unable to do anything.

Finally, the abbot, who had just returned from his travels, learned of this and chased after him with a bottle of antidote pills.

This is because.

After that, Sheng Qinan was busy cutting off his hair and becoming a monk every day, which was the result.

At that time, Sheng's mother was very angry about this, and after Sheng Qinan had nothing to do, he gave the servants who were kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy a beating and sold them all.

——Abbott, please show Brother Qi again and see why he hasn't woken up yet.

——How did this child suffer such a crime? Damn it, he was bitten in that place. If it were more biased, what would he do in this life? How could I be worthy of the ancestors of the Sheng family?

Sheng Qinan felt as if a bite of meat had been taken away, and he tremblingly reached out to cover his lower body.

He looked at Zhou Ci at a loss: "Can you show me?"

Zhou Ci didn't want to watch, she just wanted to vomit. Her stomach was rolling like fire. She was tired and just wanted to rest, and her eyelids became heavy.

She staggered towards the back room.

Sheng Qinan said to himself in horror: "There are scars, there are scars."

He jumped up from the chair, his movements became more violent, and he felt dizzy.

Bang bang bang, just remember to smash Zhou Ci's door.

"Don't make any noise." She was lying on the bed, speechless.

"Bang bang bang."

"Do not you upset."

After all, it was an old house. Soon, the door was smashed open. The lights were not lit inside, and the bright moonlight came in. Sheng Qinan groped all the way and was bitten on the knee several times before he came to the bed.

He said weakly: "It hurts so much."

Zhou Ci got up half asleep, as if coaxing another student: "I'm a little sleepy, I'll blow it on you tomorrow morning. It won't hurt anymore."

After Sheng Qinan struggled for a while, he was also reasonable and decided to save it for tomorrow morning.

"Then go over and make room for me. I'm sleepy too."

Zhou Ci moved in generously.

Sheng Qinan lay down and asked very pretentiously: "Where is the pillow?"

What a hassle.
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