Those Years When I Was an Animal

Di Zhuo Feng gazed at him for a while, then suddenly lifted him from the bed and lay down leisurely.

Yu Qingyu was lying on the ground with tears in the corner of his eyes, "big brother, what hatred and resentment? Don't you have something to say? "

Di Zhuo Feng closed his eyes and didn't leave a charity look to Yu Qingyu.

Yu Qingyu's heart was as sad as a dog. He regretted that his hand was cheap that day for the second thousand times.

He got up and went to the door, and behind him came a familiar suction, the smell of yesterday, or the recipe of yesterday.

Yu Qingyu said:

Yu Qingyu spent the night on the ground again. The more he thought about it, the more angry he was. If he had not known that he was also a man, he would have been crying for his father, but The thought that his father knew he was a handlebar would break his leg.

In the morning of the next day, as expected, the neuropathy was gone, and all the servants were still asleep.

Yu Qingyu was so angry that he trembled. What do you think of them!

For him to fool?

Yu Qingyu had moved here a few days ago, and his things had not been cleaned up. It would have been much easier to move at this time. Could he not afford to be provoked or hide?

So he ordered the people to pack up their valuables and send them to the courtyard where he bought them yesterday.

It is estimated that the neuropathy will not appear in the daytime. When he comes at night, ha He gave him a big gift.

Yu Qingyu lies on the bed of his new room, thinking about the end of that neuropathy at night, can't help laughing.

No, he'll have to dress up

Xiangyi came in with the teapot. "Young master, are you thirsty? I have already made tea."

Yu Qingyu took a few drinks and said, "appropriate, take out my big red dress, which is not embroidered."

"Don't you say that you always dress up in men's clothes this winter?"

"What do you know? If I always wear men's clothes, what should I do if I go back to my father's school to see the clues? Go

Yu Qingyu took a look in front of the mirror for a moment. "Appropriate, is my headdress too light? Bring me a purple jade hairpin."

"No, change to pearls." Yu Qingyu put in the hairpin and pulled it out.

is willing to make complaints about the young man. He said he wanted to be a real man the other day. Now he begins to pick the style of the hairpin.

After dressing up, Yu Qingyu happily turned around in front of the mirror, covered his mouth and laughed, "am I the best person in the world?"

"Young master, of course, is the best." This word also has a bit of affection, soft and soft, as if the eyes also twinkle with stars.

Yu Qingyu turned back and caught the appropriate hand, "Xiangyi good sister, let's go to the theater?"

Xiangyi heart a little affection by this good elder sister suddenly called no, helpless way: "listen to miss."

Yu Qingyu used to live in a courtyard surrounded by officers and soldiers. His silver hair was flying in the wind, and he looked at all the people indifferently, as if he didn't pay attention to them at all.

"Go The officers and soldiers yelled, holding swords, guns and sticks, and the iron chain and rope rushed to the Dizhuo wind.

A moment later, all the people who rushed up were blown back by a strong wind and tumbled on the ground in all directions. The posture of emperor Zhuofeng remained unchanged, and his eyes slightly raised to look at Yu Qingyu, who was lying on the wall.

"Go! Let's go Yu Qingyu fell down in a hurry and ran away.