Taoist Quick Wear

It is difficult for ordinary people to look elegant in a white suit, but he dressed it appropriately. The body is tall and straight, slender and well-proportioned, with long and powerful legs, showing a strong and smooth outline as he moves. Of course, that kind of white is not very bright and is a very warm color. He wears it with the feeling of a jade tree facing the wind and looks very kind.

He smiled at Si Qingheng in the driver's seat. He was gentle and handsome, but his eyes were a little narrow and long. No matter who he was looking at, he had an unexplained aura.

"Brother."

He opened the car door and greeted Si Qingheng first.

"You're here too." He was surprised to see Si Qingyan here.

What's going on?

Si Qinglan cast a confused look at Si Qingheng.

"The third child has become sensible. Don't quarrel with him all the time." Si Qingheng said with a smile in his voice, very pleased.

"Oh..." Si Qinglan looked Si Qingyan up and down, and was about to say something witty, but in the end his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he said two words:

"lost weight."

The servants were led to Si Shuai's mansion. The three of them were in the car while Si Qingheng drove in another direction.

"I've been busy running the school lately, and it's a decent job. He can't do it alone. You're here to help." Si Qingheng's purpose was very clear.

"Okay, I'll take care of it." Si Qinglan agreed.

Seeing that he was so easy to talk to, Si Qingyan also refreshed her inner impression.

Wonderful! Wrap it up on him!

"Where are we going to eat tonight?" Si Qinglan has been hungry for a long time.

"Ruiyuan Building." Although Si Qingheng had no money, he could still afford a meal or two.

Ruiyuan Tower is a time-honored brand in Wancheng, with a history of hundreds of years. The plaque was given by a certain emperor in the past, and it has a resounding name. Actors and actors are often invited to sing and entertain the guests, but today it is very quiet.

There was a small independent private room on the second floor. It was rare for the three of them to sit together at the same table and they picked some trivial matters to talk about. Of course, Si Qinglan was the one doing the talking most of the time. Neither Si Qingheng nor Si Qingyan were talkative people. They only needed to pick up the conversation occasionally, and Si Qinglan would continue talking.

"Although the south is very good, the north is too barren, and someone needs to take the lead in revitalizing commerce... Wancheng is blessed with shipping and a port. For a long time, the Wen family has been living alone. Recently, the Wen family is moving south, and it will be just in time for me to come back. Can fill in the blanks.”

Si Qinglan wanted to say something more, but didn't say it.

The Wen family is well-informed and is preparing to run away now. Wancheng will definitely not be a peaceful place in the future. However, the Si family's foundation is here, and even if a war breaks out, they cannot leave easily.

Now that he has made up his mind to come back, he will not seek temporary comfort.

"It's great to have you back." Si Qingheng patted Si Qinglan's shoulder, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Won't I come back to watch you drink from the northwest wind?" Si Qinglan has received countless letters from Si Qingheng. In addition to asking if he is okay, he also hints at when he will come back when he is free, and occasionally mentions Wan Wan. The city is in chaos.

The hint is too obvious to ignore even if you want to.

"You can't drink from the northwest wind. There are too many people who drink from the northwest wind. I'm afraid I won't be able to drink from it."

Although Si Qingheng was a little worried because he was thinking about the issue of military pay, Si Qinglan was here, and seeing him again after a long absence made his mood naturally lighter.

"Everyone says that you are wily and scheming, and your wisdom is almost like a demon. Brother, you can just absorb the essence of the sun and the moon to practice. You don't need to drink the wind." Si Qinglan laughed out loud as he spoke, and received a chopstick on his head.

"Third brother, I don't like to talk anymore. In the past, you always had to refute me with long speeches. Now that you don't talk about me, it feels like something is missing."

"Then what do you want to hear?" Si Qingyan rarely criticized people. Occasionally when he met a naughty student, he would point out the problem in a few words without saying much.

"Listen to your compliments." Si Qinglan smiled expectantly.

Si Qingyan suddenly fell silent.

I don’t know why I think of Si Qinglan crying at the moon...

Si Qingheng was the first to laugh.

Si Qinglan originally wanted to complain, so he poured a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

Forget it, it would be nice not to be scolded by the third brother, and I still want to hear his praise and whims.

"You're fine." Si Qingyan suddenly spoke, startling Si Qinglan. After he stared at Si Qingyan for a long time, he realized that there was nothing more to say.

Is this all the praise?

"Who is more beautiful, me or the young marshal of the Chengbei Division?" Si Qinglan looked at Si Qingyan and asked seriously.

"Young Master Si is beautiful." Si Qingyan supported the sandalwood beads on her wrist and replied without hesitation.

"Eat well, don't lead your brother to bad things."

It turned out that Si Qingheng could handle it with only one younger brother, but the combined effects of the two were beyond his ability.

"Okay, okay...Brother, I haven't met my sister-in-law yet. How is she?" Si Qinglan asked curiously.

Si Qingyan couldn't help but glance at the top of Si Qingheng's head.

The keen Si Qinglan caught this information instantly, exchanged a look with Si Qingyan, and showed a hidden smile at the same time.

"Eat your food and shut up." Si Qingheng kicked the stool under Si Qinglan's butt. Infected by the happy smiles of his two brothers, he gradually revealed a weird smile. Si Qingheng wanted to hold back the smile on his face, but he couldn't.

What the fuck, why?

If it's green, it's green. Why the hell do you want to laugh so much?

"How can I eat if I shut up?" Si Qinglan muttered in a low voice, but Si Qingheng heard it and hurriedly lowered his head to protect the chair.

The three of them were almost ninety years old in total. They drank a few bottles of wine and played finger-guessing games. If they lost, they would say "I am a pig". At first, they were a little reserved, but later they completely let go. Even Si Qingheng was pressed on the head and told several times.

Of course, Si Qinglan lost the most. Later, he had no psychological barriers at all. He could easily say, "I am a pig, I am a Scottish piglet, and so on..."

Si Qinglan drank too much. Although he was not drunk, he wanted to go to the toilet. He refused the company of his brothers and went to the toilet alone.

After coming out, he washed his hands and walked through a long corridor, but he didn't expect to see an acquaintance.

She was wearing a dark red cheongsam with a high slit and a slanted collar. Rose branches grew from her shoulders to her waist. On her white arms, she wore a pair of jade bracelets with excellent water color. When she walked, her slender legs were faintly revealed. Her figure was graceful, and it would not be good to add or subtract a point.

She seemed to be waiting for someone, and she was holding a cigarette for someone else. There was some disgust and impatience on her face.

She even threw the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out and kicked it into the bushes.

She never smoked, saying that it would make her teeth yellow and ugly, and she would complain that the smoke would yellow her fingers after holding it for a while.

She was also so picky when she lived in school before.

But with her temper, no one was willing to say a harsh word. She was not a crybaby, and she didn't need to shed tears. As long as she showed some depression and unhappiness, people would be willing to fall into the dust and be driven by her.

"A Bao."

Si Qinglan only saw a silhouette, but still determined that it was her.

"You called me the wrong name, I'm not A Bao."

She didn't turn her head, and her tone was very impatient.

"Then... Miss Su, I have something to tell you." Si Qinglan took a few steps closer and kept a stable distance from her that would not cause misunderstanding.

"What?" The old man Su Baoling married was surnamed Hu, and some people called her Mrs. Hu, but Si Qinglan always stubbornly called her Miss Su.

Because Miss Su was a free Miss Su, not someone's wife.

"You are a pig." Si Qinglan was stared at by her, and his mind was hot, and he blurted out.

Su Baoling's face changed, and she was about to confront him. But he quickly realized his mistake and stammered to explain:

"No... I am a pig... I mean..."

"When are you free, I will treat you to a meal?"

"If you treat me, I will never be free." Su Baoling touched Si Qinglan's flushed face, met up with a young officer at the end, and left freely.

Si Qinglan had no time to complain about her stupid words, and the only thought in her mind was that her hands were too cold and she needed to put on a coat.

Soon she looked up and said something to the officer, and he took off his clothes and put them on her shoulders. She kissed him on the cheek as a reward, and the two left sweetly.

Si Qinglan stood there alone, and she didn't feel how sad she was.

Anyway, she was used to it.

Hateful and cute.

I really don't know what to do with her.

The last moment, he thought that he would never pay attention to this woman, never look at her, and never think about her in his heart, but as long as she smiled, he would happily wag his tail and rush towards her.

It's true that dogs can't change...

Not quite appropriate.

After Si Qinglan went back, he was a little absent-minded. The more he suppressed himself, the more he thought about it.

Is she good to her?

What is her character like? What is her family background like? Will she be sad?

"Did you see Su Hongkou?" Si Qingheng asked.

"How do you know?" Si Qinglan was shocked.

"You stared at the bowl of stinky tofu, showing an expression of hatred for evil, and then a silly smile. I was scared for it."

"Ahem..." Si Qinglan awkwardly took two mouthfuls of rice, which tasted like chewing wax, and didn't force it.

"Why are you so useless? Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai both turned into butterflies, and you and her are also destined to be Liang and Zhu, but there is still no result." Si Qingheng shook his head, a little disappointed. But he himself didn't know how to get along with girls, so he looked at Si Qingyan,

"I heard that many beautiful girls like you, you should also tell your second brother the trick, let him learn."

"Maybe talk less?" Si Qingyan didn't know why.

Often when he opened the teaching plan, there were letters written by students, some of which expressed admiration, some asked for help with academic problems, and some expressed admiration because Si Qingyan solved the problem. There were men and women who signed the letters, and there were all kinds of poems and songs.

A newspaper in Wancheng wanted to run a column to put the beautiful sentences in these letters, but was rejected by Si Qingyan. Now his teaching plan can't hold it, how can he have time to deal with letters.

"But I don't talk much." Si Qinglan decided to keep the previous things in his stomach.

I still have to explain it to Su Baoling next time I see her.

I was too nervous and made a slip of the tongue, so I didn't want to disgust her.

"Do you have a girlfriend? Is she pretty?"

Si Qinglan began to care about his brother's life events, and used this to change the subject.

"No." Si Qingyan had already made up her mind to be alone for the rest of her life.

"Don't be discouraged, you will find it." Si Qinglan suddenly felt comforted.

Si Qingyan glanced at him, her eyes a little cold.

Si Qingheng could understand Si Qingyan's mentality very well. The two exchanged glances and both felt very sympathetic towards Si Qinglan.

Si Qingheng always felt that love was greasy and entangled, annoying and a waste of time, and sometimes it would do harm, just like a quagmire.

Si Qinglan fell deeply into it.

But what is poison to me is honey to others.

Do whatever you want, anyway, you are still young now.

When the three of them returned, the moon was already high in the sky. This time, they did not return to Si Shuai's mansion, but returned to their hometown in the alley.

Uncle Xiang was very happy, busy and chattering a lot. The weather turned cold, and he aged particularly quickly, and his spirit was not as good as before.

Time is irreversible, people will always grow old, there is no other way.

The next day, Si Qinglan was awakened by the sound of chickens, and with sleepy eyes, he found Si Qingheng standing in the yard feeding chickens.

His white shirt was rolled up, revealing his tight and powerful forearms. His bony fingers reached into the barn, grabbed a handful of rice, and evenly spread it on the stone slabs in the yard.

Maybe it was because the evil spirit on him was too heavy, or because the chickens did not recognize him and did not dare to approach.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo..."

Si Qingheng began to call the chickens.

After Si Qinglan was stunned, he laughed out of breath.

Feeding chickens so early in the morning!

The family had never raised chickens before, and I didn't expect that the eldest brother had such leisure.

"This is what the third brother asked me to raise." Si Qingheng explained.

These chickens have grown up a lot recently, and they are not as cute as they were when they were young. And they are all roosters, which can't lay eggs. Uncle Xiang said yesterday that he would ask someone to castrate them, leaving only one rooster to crow, and raise two hens to lay eggs.

"Why would the third brother raise chickens in the yard?"

Si Qinglan was very surprised. After discussing with Si Qingheng, he found that some time ago, they both thought that the other party would send money to the third brother, but in the end, no one did.