Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms: Chapter 31

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Not only was Yu Fu unhappy that night, Shenwan Tiansi was also unhappy.

He wriggled **** the deck sofa, and the urn sounded in air: "I think your act of tying up the living Buddha is too much. Do you still have a little basic awe of the Buddha?"

Li Hu puts her hands together, her face is compassionate, and she is wearing a low-cut tight mini-skirt like a spotless white lotus: "Amitabha-Donor, look at us here, Zhou Lao Da, the Northern Wei Dynasty destroyed the Buddha, Feng Si rebelled Heavenly Dao, the third child is a zombie repairer, and I am a nine-tailed fox monster; even Yu Fu smokes and drinks six roots, and if he takes the time to fight with a little relative, how do you think we respect you?"

Fu Yu said angrily: "I didn't go on a blind date!"

"..." Shenwan Tenji struggled to call for help: "Ma Ma! Ma Ma, help me——!"

"You Ma Ma and your Baba went home happy." Li Hu said kindly, "By the way, Feng Sizhen is not your mother, but the mother's love was so full that she picked you back and fed you for a few days in Tibetan areas. The big lamas sent you back when they asked for it-the milk powder was purchased from Australia, and I love him for three-stage in US dollars."

Shenwan Tianji said angrily: "Don't plant hard and wide at this time!" He twisted and tried to get out the rope.

It's a pity that a seventeen-year-old living Buddha can't resist the demon power of the nine-tailed fox rope for three thousand years. Shenwan Tiansi can only lie down on the sofa, mourning his true love that was suppressed by the power before it even started. Li Hu turned around and cast a wink at Yu Fu who was sitting on the side and drinking, and said triumphantly: "Well, I'll just say that I'm on your middle-aged uncle's side. Remember to praise me to Mr. Zhou. Ah."

Yu Jingzhong couldn't laugh or cry: "I really didn't go on a blind date and a cannonball..."

"It doesn't matter if you think about it in your heart. Besides, as a 30-year-old mature uncle, it's okay to occasionally shoot a gun." Li Hu sharply said: "Long-term life without x is easy to get prostatitis, you want prostatitis Is it? As a human being, you will die if you just get a disease."

"I don't think there is any direct connection between being clean and self-conscious and getting sick and dying..."

"You're dead, Zhou Hui won't stay in Guoan again. Zhou Hui won't be in Fengsi or Fengsi. If they both leave, the second, third and fifth and I will also leave." Li Hu Said: "In this way, the country is far inferior to the little devils and the little sticks in terms of the power of the war, so for the sake of national security, you should go to make an appointment occasionally. Huh? Right, Yan Xiaoge?"

Yan Lanyu didn't answer, sitting on the side drinking water.

Fu Yu looked at Li Hu in despair and Yan Lanyu again. He seemed to want to say something, but Jiuweihu didn't give him a chance.

"Oh wait, I forgot that you still have a'scavenger'." Li Hu blinked slyly, and said, "Although the scavenger has a more withdrawn temper, he is more reliable than the boss Zhou, who has a fluke from time to time. There are too many spectra. He helped to close the birth event in H city and the last national security turmoil. Boss Zhou also said that if the scavenger can grow up like this, there will be no problem in sweeping Southeast Asia alone."

"I want to explain..."

"Speaking of it, thanks to you rushing to rescue the scavenger from prison before the death sentence, otherwise, how can you find such a loyal subordinate. Hey, in fact, he is good at everything, but his personality is a little too withdrawn. I have never heard him speak to anyone other than you. Back then I thought he was a dumb..."

Yan Lanyu stood up and apologized: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Fu Yu put down his wine glass in a hurry: "I will go with you—"

"Go around the dance floor and go forward through the end of the corridor," Li Hu enthusiastically pointed.

Yan Lanyu nodded, walked around Jingzhong out of the deck, and disappeared into the bustling dance floor in a flash.

Yu Jingzhong sat down very depressed, lit a cigarette and asked Li Hu: "What the **** do you want to do? He is sensitive, and you don't know!" The little one who almost fell off the sofa with a kick while twisting. The Living Buddha kicked back.

"Psychological sensitivity and endurance are two different things..." Li Hu smiled and picked up the bottle of whiskey left by Zhou Hui, and placed it in the glass in front of the deputy. Without waiting for the answer from the other party, he suddenly changed his words: "- —However, today I finally understand Feng Si a little bit."

"Huh?"

Li Hu smiled without saying a word, and put the wine glass in front of the deputy.

She remembered that when she was a little fox, she had a poisonous stinger that year. She lay down under the tree and looked at the dark, poisonous sky above the forest, shivering and making a weak cry. As time passed by, its body temperature became lower and lower, its cry became less and lesser, and its sight gradually blurred due to the gradual loss of life; just as death was approaching, it was suddenly embraced by a pair of warm hands. .

It opened its eyes as hard as possible, and saw a pair of soft, low-hanging eyes in the dimness.

Many years later, the nine-tailed fox, who has cultivated to become the top monster of the animal life Dao, has guessed countless times, how did the high King Phoenix noticed that he was crying and waiting to die under a tree, and what kind of mood he was holding Stopped and took a sordid, dirty little demon fox into his arms.

It doesn't know.

But when it saw Yan Lanyu sitting there drinking water quietly, he suddenly felt a little bit of the feeling of the year.

It should be that kind of indescribable mood.

"Amitabha Buddha, little beauty, the poor demon can only help you get here..." Li Hu looked at Yu Fu raised his head and drank the whiskey, thinking with emotion in his heart.

·

Yan Lanyu washed her face, turned off the faucet, and wiped her face with two tissues.

He opened his eyes and saw a man behind him in the bathroom mirror, wiping his hands while staring at him with bright eyes.

"Sorry," the man saw Yan Lanyu's gaze in the mirror and smiled: "When you came in just now, I thought you put on makeup, at least you put on foundation, so watch you wash your face...well, just Curious."

"It's okay." Yan Lanyu put down the tissue and walked out.

Who expected the man to suddenly turn around to block his footsteps, and smiled: "Um, what is your name? How about I buy you a drink?"

——This man is actually not ugly. He is about thirty years old. He is quite tall, dressed well and can't make out the brand, but he carries a famous expensive watch. Yan Lanyu looked down and noticed his clean nails and spotless leather shoes.

Men of this type generally have a high rate of success in chatting up in bars, both for men and women.

"No, I don't drink."

"Then go have a cup of tea, I know there is a very famous tea house nearby..."

"I came with a friend," Yan Lanyu declined, and walked around the man. However, after two steps, he stopped again and turned around and said: "Sir, there is someone behind you, be careful."

The man was horrified, but he turned around and saw Yan Lanyu pointed behind his back. What he couldn't see was a blood-stained face sticking out silently behind him, his resentful gaze jumped over his shoulder, and he stared coldly at the young Onmyoji.

Yan Lanyu didn't care, turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

·

Yan Xiaomei returned to her seat, and she was shocked immediately.

"He only drank two glasses and that's it..." For some reason, Li Hu's expression was a little subtle, as if trying to hide some unknown guilty conscience: "I was only going to give him a drink, who knows Just now Tiansi fell off the sofa. I beat him a few times. When I turned around, I saw Yu Fu drank the entire bottom of the bottle..."

Yu Fu fell on the sofa, his face flushed, and was unconscious. Yan Lanyu tried to help, but the drunk man was terribly heavy. Yan Lanyu stood on the side with a bit of trouble, ignoring the constantly twisting Shenwan Tiansi ("Don't care about his true love! What is good about the middle-aged uncle! Come and save me, true love!") and asked Li Hu: "Can you help me move him to the car?"

"Call Zhang Shun, I am a delicate girl." Li Hu kicked Zhang Shun. The latter was about to hatch a bird on his boring head. Hearing this, he pulled Yu Jingzhong up, "Huh! "With a hard cry, he half-carried him on his shoulders: "I'm really good at rubbing this guy... Can you drive? How about calling a taxi for you two?"

"It's okay, I will drive." Yan Lanyu said, and waved politely to Li Hu and Shen Wan Tiansi: "Then let's go first, see you later."

"Go home and give him cold water!" Li Hu chased after him uneasy and exhorted: "It's not cold this day! Showering water is good for your health!"

Yan Lanyu waved her hand to indicate that she knew, and together with Zhang Shun carried Yu Jingzhong outside the bar, and stuffed it into Yu Fu's specially modified second-hand Big Ben.

After all, I have experienced life and death together. Zhang Shun was more concerned. Seeing Yan Lanyu got into the car and started to ignite, he still asked a little bit uneasy: "You really know how to drive? Should I send you back? I can take a taxi back again."

"I really know how to do it, do you all treat me as a sweet flower that can't eat the fireworks in the world?" Yan Lanyu smiled, "I know how to do software engineering, I can't think of it."

Zhang Shun was taken aback, saw Yan Lanyu skilfully reversed, turned around, waved from the car window, and drove into the torrent of flashing lights on the bar street at night.

"...just kidding," Zhang Ershao's mouth twitched.

Yan Lanyu stopped in front of the red light, her eyes fell in the side-view mirror inadvertently, and she was stunned.

Outside the back door of the bar, the man who had just approached him in the bathroom was walking out with his arms around a teenager. The young man had dyed his hair, was very dusty, and was exposedly dressed and drunk. He didn't know how much alcohol he had been drunk.

Yan Lanyu hesitated a little.

At this time, the green light was on, and the car behind honked the horn, so he had to step on the accelerator and drive away.

Beijing's traffic at night is not covered, it is blocked all the way, and it took almost an hour to get home. Yan Lanyu parked the car in the apartment building, turned off the engine, and then turned to help Yu Jingzhong in the passenger seat.

However, Yu Fu seemed to wake up in a daze, muttering: "...who?"

"I'm home."

Yu Jingzhong didn't speak for a while, and didn't move. Yan Lanyu stretched out his hand again to help, but only to see Yu Fu suddenly opened his eyes, looking at him irritably, bloodshot eyes faintly.

Yan Lanyu frowned slightly, got out of the car and opened the door of the co-pilot, and asked, "Can I get off by myself?"

Yu Jingzhong tilted his head and looked at him, as if thinking carefully about something. After a long while, he staggered and walked down the car door. He almost staggered when he landed and was caught by Yan Lanyu.

"...huh?"

Yan Lanyu was a little startled.

Yu Jingzhong was an expatriate agent in his early years-he was really the top of the agents, not to mention all the outstanding ones, but also very comprehensive and excellent without shortcomings. In terms of physical fitness, he is much better than the average person. Although it is not obvious when wearing clothes, the muscle fibers are very, very tight and solid, especially in the area of ​​the back and arms, there is almost no fat.

Generally speaking, such people are strong, but they don’t appear too stubborn.

However, at this time, as soon as Yan Lanyu helped him, he could feel that his body temperature was extremely high under the clothes, and his muscles were very tight, even a little stone-like feeling.

...No problem, he thought to himself, did the nine-tailed fox put anything inexplicable in the wine?

"Who are you?" Yu Jingzhong stumbled a few steps before suddenly asking hoarsely.

"Passerby." Yan Lanyu said casually, helping him walk to the elevator, and just pressing the button, he was suddenly pushed hard by Yu Jingzhong: "...Go away!"

This push was caught off guard. Yan Lanyu almost didn't fall to the ground. Fortunately, she leaned against the wall after a few steps. Without recovering, she only saw Yu Jingzhong still panting, shouting: "Go away! You go away !"

The next second the elevator door dinged open, and Yu Fu immediately fell into it.

"..." Yan Lanyu's mouth twitched, pressing her shoulders and slowly walking into the elevator room, only to see that Yu Jingzhong had already staggered to his feet, and was leaning against the elevator wall and rubbing his head. Under the light, the parts of the man's body exposed to his clothes began to turn red, especially the neck and behind the ears. If the weather is a little colder, it is estimated that it will already be steaming by this time, and he looks a bit malevolent.

This is too unusual.

Yu Fu is the kind of man who is firm inside but very fleshy on the outside. Whether you say that he is chivalrous and tender, or that he is useless, in short, he is the kind of person who would deliberately circle around when he saw a dead bird while driving on the road.

His power is not on the surface, it is hidden in the heart. This kind of person should not radiate too much oppression.

The elevator rises slowly, stops at the designated floor, and opens again with a ding sound. Yu Jingzhong staggered out, seeming to look a little blankly left and right, only after a long time barely recognizing that his door was the one on the left, he supported the wall and walked over and began to take the key in his pants pocket.

However, the bottom of the whiskey bottle in Li Hu was so powerful that Yu Jingzhong was so drunk that he couldn't get it out after touching the key for a long time. After several minutes, Yan Lanyu finally couldn't help it, stepped forward and touched the key in his trouser pocket. The moment he was about to take it out, he suddenly stiffened.

He was really short-circuited this time, but reality didn't give him much time to react.

Yu Jingzhong grabbed him, his eyes lost but full of anger, and shouted: "Why are you still here?"

Yan Lanyu's first reaction was: Where can I... go?

But then he was grabbed by Yu Jingzhong's arm, and the forceful force made him instantly feel that his elbow might be pulled and dislocated: "Yu...Yu Jingzhong!"

Yu Jingzhong turned a deaf ear. He held the key in the other hand to the keyhole, and after a long time he went there, he opened the door with a click, and then indiscriminately pushed Yan Lanyu in!

Yan Lanyu fell silently on the carpet.

The carpet was thick and he didn't feel any pain, but in the dark he heard the door closing. Yan Lanyu turned over and sat on the ground, only to see Yu Jingzhong staggering to his knees and grabbing his shoulders.

The next second a breath of alcohol and tobacco sprayed around his neck, followed by a hot and urgent kiss.

Yan Lanyu's expression was a little startled, he didn't know how to react.

Should I obey or resist, or pretend not to know?

"Don't move, don't move..." Yu Jingzhong's voice was hoarse and unconscious, he tore his clothes indiscriminately, and his movements were so rude that even the buttons of his clothes were stretched off. Yan Lanyu felt a trace of regret in the chaos. I wonder if an old man who lives alone will have a sewing box at home. If not, what should I do? New clothes won’t have to be thrown away, right?

Or just put it in a corner and pretend that nothing happened?

He didn't know how he was distracted thinking about this, he was suddenly pressed down when he was in a trance, lying on his back on the carpet, Yu Jingzhong propped up his upper body and looked at him.

The two looked at each other for a long time. There was no light in the living room, and it was dim. Only the light from the street lamp outside the window was reflected from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Farther away, there was the sound of vehicles roaring as they passed by.

"..." Yan Lanyu finally reached out and pressed Yu Jingzhong's neck towards herself.

While breathing, he slowly pressed a kiss on the man's lips.

·

For Yu Jingzhong, the situation after waking up the next morning seemed very complicated.

He opened his eyes on the messy bed, his eyes stinged from the sunlight. He closed his eyes, rubbed his temples and sat up, feeling that the headache caused by the hangover tortured every nerve like a saw.

What happened last night?

Oh, yes, I went to the bar to check out the guy who escaped from Zhou Hui. I was drunk by Li Hu and fell into the bar booth, unconscious...

How did you come back later?

Yu Jingzhong opened his eyes and took a breath. The next second he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He turned his head back, because his neck was so stiff that this simple movement was like a slow-moving frame by frame in a movie.

There is another person on the bed.

——It is Yan Lanyu.

The young man was asleep in the morning light, with his soft black hair scattered on the snow-white pillow, and he knew that the body under the messy bedding was the same as him. Even more shocking is that there are red or purple marks on Yan Lanyu’s neck, chest, and even a section of her back skin. Most of them are blood spots, which are especially obvious on fair to transparent skin, and some have started. Pan green.

Yu Jing sat faithfully for several minutes, nothing in his mind.

After a long while, he finally plucked up the courage to open the quilt, took a look inside, then immediately closed it, and got out of bed.

He trembled and started looking for clothes-scattered clothes stretched from the living room all the way to the door of the bedroom. After looking through it for a long time, he couldn't find the shirt. In a hurry, he found a set of trousers, just naked|naked with a strong upper body, He slipped out of the bedroom like a thief and closed the door to the study at the other end of the corridor.

After confirming that the movement could not be transmitted to the bedroom, he grabbed the phone and dialed Zhou Hui's number.

At the same time, in a duplex apartment in the neighbourhood, Chu He was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows holding a coffee and heard Zhou Hui's cell phone ringing on the dining table.

Zhou Hui was taking a shower in the bathroom, and his high singing voice was mixed with the rushing water—today is the opera Turandot. If he went to the 33rd heaven and held a solo concert, he might incur a peacock swallowing a Buddha, but Chu He's temperament had been smoothed out in his marriage life for thousands of years. He didn’t change his expression in Magic Yin’s ears, picked up the phone to connect, calmly said: "Hello?"

Yu Jingzhong's voice sounds very strange: "Where is Zhou Hui?"

"Bath. What's wrong?"

Ten minutes later, Zhou Hui walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair, and saw Chu He sitting at the breakfast table, while buttering the bread, he was laughing.

Zhou Hui thought he was wrong, so he suddenly stopped and looked at it carefully, wondering: "...what's wrong?"

"Vice Yu called you just now."

"...Huh?"

"Nothing," Chu He smiled and blinked at him, and said: "I just told him that there is no such thing as a time machine in the world."