【Xingmo】My boyfriend is from the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 8 08

How is it? Is it delicious?

In the bamboo hut, the two sat opposite each other.Mo Cangli threw the salted bone to him, and said, "It smells like medicine, you secretly put something in again."

No, no!Xinghuajun pretended not to know anything.Ah, I see, this porridge is stewed in a medicine pot, it smells a little medicine, which is normal.

you are lying.

Whoa, when did I lie.

When you lie, your eyebrows always go up slightly.

Ah ok ok, it's not because your body has been empty since you came out of that cold place in Yu Country!I'm caring about you, but you don't appreciate it, ouch, it's really Mr. Dong Guo and the wolf.Hey, are you listening to me or not?Wipe your broken mirror again.

What a chatterbox.

Mo Cangli stared at the porridge in the bowl for a long time, but still wrinkled his nose and drank it.

Not far away, the ruthless funeral moon jumped into the mud pond to catch frogs. Aunt Jiao came back, and Mr. Xinghua put down what she was doing and helped her carry things.

He didn't have to worry about the kitchen, so he sat outside the yard and watched the ruthless funeral moon knock the frogs he caught on the stone unconscious, and throw them into the bamboo basket.

It's the 30th one, big brother.

The fool with his brain smashed said this to him.

Not urgent.Mo Cangli said.Catch 5 more.

The bamboo house couldn't hide his voice, and Mr. Xinghua's wife asked him if he had settled down this time when he came back this time?After all, he is not too young.Don't always be like your master.

I haven't found the answer that I am satisfied with medically.Xinghuajun replied.

Don't lie to Aunt Jiao, it's because of the young man in the room.

...Aunt Jiao, I'm sorry.I want to be with him.We have a question that cannot be answered. I want to accompany him to find it. If he finds it, then I will also find the answer.And, I said I would heal him.

Silly boy, it's a heart disease, how can you cure it.If he likes you at all, he won't want you to bother and grieve for him like this.

Aunt Jiao...you don't know him well.No matter what happens, I have no regrets and I want to be by his side.

In the quiet night, the dry hills in the distance remain motionless.

He gritted his teeth, unable to breathe out of the pain.He grabbed Xinghuajun's hair on the nape of his neck, as if taking revenge.

What's the matter... What do you think we are called?Mr. Xinghua pushed it into the depth deliberately, and rubbed it delicately. He couldn't bear this all the time, and the hair at the back was pulled a little harder.After a long time, I heard him answer two unpleasant words:

……friend.

Nonsense, do you have such a friend?

Yes, aren't you just with me?apricot blossom...

He rubbed his head into the hollow of his shoulder, and Mr. Xinghua hugged him, suddenly felt that the part of the jacket on the shoulder was completely soaked.It's cold against my skin.

That's right...he could only comfort him.

He kissed his lips helplessly, scraping away those distressing tears with his fingers.

That's it, whether it's ridiculous or stupid, that's it.

The drunk Xinghuajun fell asleep until noon, and his head still hurts badly.Opening the curtains, the weather in Zhongyuan City today is extremely bad, with dark clouds and light rain.And Mo Cangli didn't know where he went.

Last night, he said those words with the strength of alcohol, without considering the consequences at all.

People won't run away, right?Mr. Xinghua rubbed his temples, and hurried to see if he had taken away all his important items.

He rummaged through it for a while, and there was everything in the worn-out little suitcase.Xinghuajun was relieved now.

Last night was a little too fast, Mr. Xinghua held his chin and couldn't help but think back.He shouldn't have gotten to the point without a few words, he was an ancient man, so it's natural to be reserved.

There are still plenty of ingredients in the refrigerator, but he didn't pay attention when the olive oil ran out.I don't know if Mo Cangli will come back to eat.

Mr. Xinghua put on his coat and went out to buy oil with an umbrella.

He quickly grabbed a bottle of olive oil, and when he checked out, he suddenly remembered that the beer was gone, so he went to the freezer in the rest area to bring two more bottles.When he raised his eyes, he saw Mo Cangli sitting by the window, with a stack of documents in his hand that he didn't know what they were about.

He walked over, without looking at him, and asked, "Aren't you going home yet? What are you looking at?"

"It's raining, I wanted to wait for the rain to calm down." Mo Cangli grabbed his chest.A wound that obviously does not exist, but feels a dull pain.

"Take a look, this is the information of unmarried young men and women of the right age within 10 kilometers from your home."

"...Why are there so many? Don't tell me you go out early every morning just to investigate this?" Mr. Xinghua took the information out of his hand.

The new paper was very sharp, and the palm was immediately scratched with several scratches.

"Are you my mother? Still worrying about such things for me?"

"You're angry."

"Of course I'm angry! It's fine if you don't mean that to me, why are you helping me with this matter?" Mr. Xinghua's voice was a little higher, causing passers-by to look sideways.He himself felt bad, but the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.Crumple up the materials of those blind dates one by one and throw them into the trash can.He rushed out of the convenience store in a hurry.

Mo Cangli looked at the umbrella and the scar in his hand, and walked out of the convenience store to cover him from the rain.

The two of them didn't say anything at first, and deliberately kept a distance of half a meter and walked all the way home. Mr. Xinghua pushed the umbrella towards him unhappily.He said in a muffled voice, "You're all wet."

"Almond blossom."

"Don't call me by such a weird name."

"You asked me how similar you are to my 'ex-boyfriend'. In fact, it's not just similar, you, except for the slight differences brought about by the circumstances of the times, are exactly the same people." Mo Cangli looked at him, Continued: "Even the relationship between people should be exactly the same."

"Ru Lin is your junior sister, You Mingjun is your master, and Aunt Jiao is your teacher's wife. Am I right?"

Mr. Xinghua slowly turned his head in surprise, "Hey, have you peeked at my phone?"

"If that's the case, I won't let you experience exactly the same thing as him. I said that if we meet again in the next life, I only hope that you will never meet Mo Cangli again."

His tone was like the last farewell, Mr. Xinghua slowly loosened his clenched hands, thinking that he said such things to his ex-boyfriend because of how much he hated him. "I..." He pointed to himself, frowning in disbelief. "Do you think 'he' is me? That 'Xinghua' is me from the Ming Dynasty? Then..." he poked his chest, "The 'I' from the Ming Dynasty is a scumbag???"

"A scumbag?" Mo Cangli quickly realized what a scumbag meant, "It's because you are so kind. Some people will only kill him."

"If you want to say that, I don't understand. If there is something that requires two people to be together, get along if they get along, and separate if they don't get along. Can they still exist? Let me tell you, big brother, This is a society ruled by law." There was so much information that Mr. Xinghua didn't understand it for a while.He took Mo Cangli's hand and tilted the umbrella to cover both of them, remembering what Emperor Wen told him, he had to do it quickly.

"By the way, I have a friend who asked you to help appraise the treasure, and he asked me to bring it back."

Back home, Mr. Xinghua opened a small wooden box, and what was lying in the box was something he was all too familiar with.Mo Cangli picked up the broken branch of the blood-colored glazed tree and looked at it, the sandalwood smell in it was still strong.

"He wants you to see what this is."

"Who is your friend...?"

"Oh, I don't understand if I tell you, it's just a man named Shen Gu Wenhuang, who is a godly person all day long."

Mo Cangli paused for a moment, "Now you are friends again?"

Mr. Xinghua thought about it seriously, and felt that he could barely be regarded as a bad friend. "You know him too? Hmm... Or, that 'I' from Ming Dynasty also knew him?"

"That you hate him because he lied to you about some precious medicines."

"Look, the scourge has been around for thousands of years, and there are him everywhere."