?The next day, it was rainy and rainy.

As soon as the boat left the mooring entrance, Shi Yu saw a man with an umbrella on his head through the rain curtain and said, "It's not Zhong Zi."

Su Shuo followed and looked over, "Zhong Liuqing knew in his heart that Zhong Zi was not doing anything well this time and offended his master. How could the old man allow him to come out again? This should be brother Zhong Zi."

The man's lake-colored satin robe was pressed into his dark long clothes, and the rain turned into a gauze. Shi Yu could only see the man's piccolo falling on his waist. The umbrella edge covered his face, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

"Brother." Shi Yu moved his shoulders and injured himself, "Zhong Liuqing has so many sons."

"The Zhong family is prosperous. Regardless of the side-line, just talk about Zhong Liuqing's branch, he has eight sons." Su Shuo gestured out an eight and said, "But only Zhong Zi has dealt with us. I don't know what kind of temperament this person is, so it's not as difficult as Zhong Zi."

Shi Yu was pressing Yan Su in his arms, but he didn't answer the words, and it was a little inappropriate.

Mengguan needs these thorns, but there is no hurry, otherwise it would not be spent in Jiangtang for so long. So using Yansu interests that have not yet figured out the way to win over Mengguan is not a smart way. How could Zhong Zi be sure that they will definitely do Yansu business? Who gave him the courage to bring people to his private store?

"Fourth Young Master." The entourage holding an umbrella behind him leaned out and said, "The people are gone. It's raining and the wind is cold. The guy in the medicine shop has prepared hot tea for you."

Zhong Ze's face was exposed under the umbrella, and he said, "No, don't you busy. How are the second brother better today?"

"The doctor is very proud." The follower said: "Except for the second young master himself, other courtyards can only inquire at the door."

"It's reasonable." Zhong Ze smiled slowly, "Second brother needs to rest." The follower responded, holding an umbrella to lead people to the sedan chair. Before getting on the sedan chair, Zhong Ze said to him: "Now I am temporarily managing the business for the second brother. Don't say anything like the 'Fourth Young Master's Shop'. There are countless things in the Zhong family, and they are all my father's things." He looked sideways, "Do you understand?"

The follower was even more respectful and said in awe: "I understand the little one."

Zhong Ze entered the curtain and said through the curtain: "Go to forge a private tour first. The iron spikes in the Mengguan cannot be delayed."

The follower responded, and the person carried the sedan chair and headed for the forging private journey. The rain was wet and the road was slippery, and the sedan chair was not moving fast, but the follower never mentioned the Zhongzi Medicine Shop again.

The academy was cage in the mist, and the lecture hall was leaping beads with low eaves. Park Cheng was a little tired when he listened to the sound of rain. The teacher in the classroom was giving lectures. He didn't see the last Rakshasa, nor did he dare to be arrogant, but he just went to the desk to get sleepy. He had hired a husband at his uncle Xu Hang's house. Although everyone was bullied, he still read the book a little, and he realized that it was at least better than the others in the same class, so he didn't listen much. He kept waiting for the class to go to the kitchen, and Zhong You invited several cooking guys. It's time to have a meal now.

Park Cheng had no acquaintances, and many people from the town had heard of his reputation as a king. It was too late to hide, so who would dare to lean against him? Park Cheng was too lazy to squeeze with people and did not move on the seat. Until everyone had left, he covered his book on his face and leaned back to sleep.

The sound of rain outside was clear and sand mixed with wetness, which made Pu Cheng not dislike it. When the person was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the sound of someone running in the rain. The man ran to the stairs, as if he was afraid of disturbing the atmosphere of the lecture hall, so he took a slow step and walked up the stairs.

The raindrops fell on the back of the boy's hand exposed on his cuffs, and gradually broke into Mercury dots, and then quietly slid down the long finger.

Park Cheng couldn't see the book, but just listened to the sound of rain, the sound of beads leaping down the eaves, and the breathing of the visitor. The man stopped on the steps, Park Cheng raised his hand and pulled the book, and peeked out from the gap.

The wet crow green sleeves were filled with spring rain. Park Cheng calmed his eyes and saw Rong Yang in the rain halfway upwards looking up at the rain. The raindrops slid on his temples, eyebrows, and nose. Rong Yang looked very happy. Looking from Park Cheng, his eyes were like water condensed.

The book suddenly fell to the ground, and Park Cheng realized that he had stood up.

Rong Yang turned his head and looked at him, and could only see a white figure. He immediately retracted, even his expression calmed down, and said uneasy: "I'm sorry, I'm disturbed." Before the other party replied, Rong Yang said carefully: "The rice in the Zhaisan is delicious, don't you go?"

Park Cheng picked up the book, threw it on the table, stood up a few steps to Rongyang, leaned his face close to him, and said coldly: "Don't you recognize it?"

Rong Yang narrowed his eyes and felt familiar. The voice was not unfamiliar. He took a step back and said, "I recognize it, Park... Master Park? You found Shaozhen a few years ago."

"Shao, Zhen." Pu Cheng read it again and raised his eyebrows and said, "His name is Shaozhen. The so-called Zhen is Zhi." He said maliciously: "Getting a good name is just a steal that is free from money."

Rong Yang frowned and said seriously: "No, it's a better place. Shao Zhen is now very good."

"Just say yes." Park Cheng sneered, "Even if the person who was stolen in the past has passed, don't mention the past?"

Rong Yang is serious, "If you can change it through, you will be able to do it. Shao Zhen——"

Park Cheng leaned against the door frame and blocked Rongyang's road. He looked at Rongyang casually, one ear in and the other was out, and he didn't argue. He just waited for Rongyang to finish speaking, and then said, "You are getting close to the beggar, why can't you remember what I look like?"

Rong Yang's speech was awkward, and suddenly became cramped. He said with a pit, "I, I can't see the Qing Dynasty."

"It's amazing." Park Cheng sneered: "It's really blind."

Rong Yang stopped talking, pinched his clothes tightly, and said to him, "It's not blind." His eyes were clear, and he could see it so close. He looked like water so close. His eyes reflected Park Cheng's face, but he was not angry, just said, "I can see clearly what you look like."

Park Cheng bit the tip of his tongue and grabbed Rong Yang who was about to retreat. Before he could speak, he heard a angrily scolding from the side of the eaves: "What are you doing!"

Shaozhen saw him pulling Rong Yang at first sight, and just thought he was making things difficult for Rong Yang while no one was making things difficult for Rong Yang. The book fell on his cheek, and Park Cheng cursed in a low voice. The two of them didn't even meet the words, so they started to fight at this door.

Rong Yang pulled the man and raised his voice in the middle: "It's okay! No embarrassment! Shaozhen! Park, Park Cheng!"

But Park Cheng was punched, but he would definitely not let go if he didn't find it back. He didn't let go, and Shaozhen wouldn't stop. The two of them hit the door frame and Park Cheng pressed his back against the frame, causing pain. He kicked Shaozhen away and hit Shaozhen with an elbow. Rong Yang heard the sound and was startled, but Shaozhen immediately rushed up and kicked Park Cheng's lower abdomen, and his fist hit his chin.

The two of them were fighting here. Su Zhou, who was carrying a book to the lecture hall to prepare for calligraphy, walked around quickly when he saw Rong Yang being squeezed down the steps by the two of them and rolling down. He was also startled and shouted, "Stop! The person is gone!"

Rong Yang was trampled on by Park Cheng and was hit by Shao Zhen. Fortunately, he was fine, but his arm was scratched and his wrist bone was pressed into pain. Su Zhou climbed over the railing and jumped down the steps, and hurriedly looked at the person. Seeing that he was scratching, he also rubbed his elbows and his elbows were bleeding. He helped the person and raised his head to the two who were rushing down in a deep voice: "The rules in the courtyard are not allowed to fight privately. What are you doing? He also hurts his classmates, what are you guys!"

Neither of them had any food to eat at night.

Zhong You applied medicine to Rongyang. Although he was not angry, he made people get up cautiously unconsciously. The rest of the people returned to the vegetarian house, and Pu Cheng stood under the eaves. It was raining outside, and he had injuries on his cheeks. Shao Zhen's face was also blue, and he stood by the other side of the door. The two people separated the door, as if they were separated by a long river, without even a look of their eyes.

The gentleman's gentle voice came from inside, but most of them couldn't hear clearly. Su Zhou held the gauze in one hand and held the umbrella under the eaves, put the umbrella on the side, leaned against the side, looked at the two of them, and looked at them with a bad expression.

Park Cheng licked the corners of his lips, feeling in a bad mood, and he said ruthlessly: "What are you looking at?"

Su Zhou almost picked up the umbrella that had just released. He had a bad impression of Park Cheng for the first time. Now he looked at the person and forced himself to imitate his sixth brother without saying a word. He turned to Shao Zhen and said, "It's just a scratch. The sir has applied medicine and it will be cured in seven or eight days."

"Thank you, Mr.." Shao Zhen grabbed the green place on his eyebrows and said again: "Thank you, senior brother."

Su Zhou used to call someone else's senior brother in the Mengguan. Now he finally heard this and calmed down his expression, saying, "Sir, I will not let you stand all night. Wait."

As soon as Su Zhou entered the door, Park Cheng blew coldly. He touched the corner of his lips and said, "I can't tell, the flattery is very good. With this ability, what else do you steal?"

Shao Zhen crushed the mud and slag hard under his feet and said to him: "Park Cheng, right? He has such a cheap mouth, so he has been beating a lot."

Park Cheng turned his head, "I'm itchy now."

Shao Zhen glanced at him and said in dismay: "What kind of grandson pretends to be a master, and he will thrust himself if he is itchy."

Park Cheng kicked the wooden railing and Shao Zhen was cold. The two of them were at odds, and the door suddenly opened. Zhong You smiled and said, "I'm still having fun." He turned sideways and asked Rong Yang to come out, handed over the umbrella, and said, "Go back to the worry-free house first, there is a Zhou to send you on the road, so you won't be afraid of getting lost."

Rong Yang Ju picked up the umbrella and said, "Then they..."

Zhong You patted Rong Yang's hair on the top and smiled and said, "I don't have anything to say to them, so go first."

Su Zhou held up the umbrella and waited for Rong Yang. Rong Yang said everything he wanted to plead. He looked at the two of them all over, hesitated for a while before he left.

When Zhong You saw that someone had left, he stood for a while. The two of them didn't know whether the husband was angry or annoyed, and they stood up with all kinds of speculations, with a cold look on their faces. Zhong You pinched Shichen and saw that it was already dark outside and the rain was much lighter.

He said, "It sounds like it's not enough to get out of the fire, so go to the rain for a few laps. The road is not long, and it's less than a mile from here to the entrance of the yard. When it's soaked, the anger fades, and then come over to have a cup of ginger tea." He was gentle and his voice was not high, so he told the two of them to tighten their scalp. "When you do it, you should clean yourself up now. Don't run away from the wrong way. If you leave the yard, you're going to be a dark night business. If you encounter something, it's beyond your reach. Go."

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the house.

Shaozhen originally thought Park Cheng was absolutely unheard of his words, but he tied his shirt tightly and ran into the rain to the yard door. Shaozhen followed behind, and the two of them kept running through the rain. The door was not opened when they came back for the first time, the door was not opened when they came back for the second time, the door was not open, the third time, the fourth time... The rain had stopped at night, but there were no lanterns, and the weight of the feet was different. They all stepped on mud, and the shirt and shoes were dirty. Both of them were gasping for breath, and they couldn't bear it back and forth.

Shaozhen ran, his breathing getting heavier. He listened to Park Cheng in front of him, suddenly stopped, took off his shirt and fell to the ground, cursing, "I'm sick." He sniffed, "I just go back to sleep immediately, what can he do?"

Shao Zhen surpassed him a few steps and said sarcastically: "Hurry up and pack up, get out of here, Young Master Park is pretty."

Park Cheng was on fire, Shaozhen had already run away, his chest was undulating, kicking his outer shirt that was already in the mud, and chasing him again.

"The door is in front, you go."

"Your face is close to the door frame. Do you care?"

"To be honest." Shao Zhen turned around and raised his head to fulfill his contempt, "You claim to yourself, has your father really never sucked you?"

"Your face is not next to the door frame, but to the long river. I am just me, what's wrong?"

Shaozhen's mud dot was thrown to Park Cheng, and Park Cheng followed behind and got on. The two of them tripped all the way, but the lights on his house were on, but the door was still not opened.

There were no stars at night, and the two of them gradually stopped talking, their stomachs were screaming, and they were panting in chaos. When they turned around and stepped on the stone road, Park Cheng suddenly twitched his right foot and stopped.

He didn't say anything, but it hurt so much that the person jumped to the side with one foot. Shaozhen looked back at him, and before he could make a sound, the sound of Fengyang came out sneakily from the side.

"I brought some steamed buns...what's wrong with you?"

Park Cheng was about to jump in front of him, and suddenly heard the sound, and his hair was so shocked that he exploded. With one foot slipped, the person fell to the ground first.

Su Zhou looked out from the dark with a steamed bun in his mouth. Except for Rong Yang, the other two laughed wildly.

Park Cheng gritted his teeth and patted Rong Yang's hand, "Abnormal! Why don't you make a sound?"
Chapter completed!