Qing'er turned his head to look at Chen Ci. From his angle, he could only see his profile, which was a little immature but already gorgeous, like the most beautiful flower in spring.

The bright moonlight poured down, as if giving him a layer of white luster.

The long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, leaving a patch of indigo under the eyelids.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Qing'er, his eyebrows curved, and his eyes, as clear as glass, were filled with a light and faint glow.

He really doesn't mind whether his biological parents look for him or not. As long as he knows that they didn't abandon him on purpose, that's enough.

Qing'er felt a pang of bitterness in his heart again. He turned his head away, fearing that he would break down and cry if he looked directly into the boy's clean and pure eyes.

After a long while, he asked softly, "If, if they find you and want to claim you, would you be willing?"

Shen Ci blinked. Is this a beautiful assumption?

[Of course.]

Who doesn’t long for family?

-

It was not until midnight (11 o'clock in the evening) that Shen Chaomu came back, dragging his tired body and with a look of fatigue between his brows.

Qing'er saw the blue color in her eyes due to lack of sleep.

Shen Chaomu didn't expect Qing'er to come to the ruined temple and wait for her with Shen Ci.

Shen Ci reheated the porridge that had become a little cold. Here, Qing'er and Shen Chaomu talked about Yang Han.

Shen Ci’s face darkened.

She didn't pay much attention to the matter of Shen Ci's storybooks, nor did she understand the market value of storybooks. She just thought that Shen Ci's storybooks were only worth that price. Unexpectedly, it was Yang Han who had been deceiving Shen Ci all along, while she copied Shen Ci's storybooks and gained wealth and fame.

It would be fake if Shen Chaomu didn't say that he was angry.

"I'll leave this matter to you and Brother Xiuyuan." Shen Chaomu knew that she was not capable of solving this problem by herself and could only ask them for help.

“No need to be so polite, after all, Shen Ci is also mine…”

In the end, the three words "dear brother" were not uttered, because Shen Ci had already brought out the warm porridge.

Qing'er has decided to recognize Shen Ci again. She has been preparing herself mentally recently and wants to find a suitable time.

After eating a bowl of warm porridge, the tiredness between Shen Chaomu's brows dissipated a little.

Shen Chaomu came back and gave some instructions. Then Shen Ci and Qing'er got on the carriage and went to Yipinzhai.

It was already late when we arrived at Yipinzhai.

The others had already fallen asleep, so the two of them walked lightly.

"The guest room hasn't been cleaned yet, and it's getting late, so you and I have to share a room." Qing'er said.

Of course Shen Ci is willing.

He gestured, "I'm not wronged."

His lips curved into a slight arc. In fact, he really liked being close to Qing'er. He was very happy to be able to sleep with Qing'er.

After a quick wash, the two lay down on the bed.

The bed was quite large. When Zhao Chuchu ordered it, it was made according to the dimensions of 1.8 by 2 meters, which was more than enough for two men to sleep in, not to mention that Shen Ci was only a fourteen-year-old boy with a slim figure.

Shen Ci was lying on the inside, covered with a quilt, motionless.

The bed below is very comfortable, different from straw. The quilt on my body is very soft and not rough, and it feels warm when I cover myself with it.

This was the first time in fourteen years that Shen Ci had slept on such a good bed.

Not to mention that there was Qing'er lying beside him, and the light and subtle scent of his body came over, making people feel very at ease.

The oil lamp had gone out, leaving only a little moonlight filtering in.

Under the quilt, Shen Ci's hands were carefully grabbing the quilt, his heart was beating rapidly, he was very nervous, he felt like his heart was about to jump out.

The feeling was unfamiliar, but he loved it.

There is joy amidst the tension.

"Go to sleep." Qing'er's gentle voice came from the side, as if it had the power to soothe people's hearts.

Shen Ci's heart somehow calmed down and he slowly closed his eyes.

Perhaps it was because the sleeping environment was too good, or perhaps it was the sense of security brought by the close person beside him, Chen Ci, who thought it would be difficult to fall asleep, soon began to breathe evenly.

Qing'er was still awake. He turned his head to look at the boy, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the boy fell asleep.

He was worried that the boy would not be able to sleep after being suddenly away from his familiar surroundings, but he didn't expect him to fall asleep so quickly.

The boy's sleeping face is peaceful, well-behaved and beautiful.

In the hazy moonlight, Qing'er carefully traced the boy's delicate eyebrows and eyes, and said in his heart: Xiaoci, brother will definitely protect you in the future.

-

The next morning, when Shen Ci woke up, Qing'er was no longer by his side. It was already dawn outside, and he heard voices. Shen Ci found that he had slept very well last night.

He also had a very beautiful dream. In the dream, Qing'er was his brother.

Qing'er said: Xiaoci, I'm here to take you home.

Shen Ci sat on the bed, still immersed in a beautiful dream, his eyebrows unconsciously curved.

If, if this were true, how great it would be.

-

Shen Ci did not return to the dilapidated temple. After washing and eating, he stayed in Yipinzhai to help.

Zhang Xiuyuan asked him about the storytelling book and told him about the Magic Pen Cup Storytelling Book Competition.

After learning that Chen Ci was willing to join Taohua Bookstore, he sent someone to bring the news to Boss Huang.

After hearing the news, Boss Huang came to Yipinzhai immediately.

He looked Shen Ci up and down, and secretly sighed: I didn’t expect that the person who wrote such a healing and beautiful story was a young boy.

He despised Yang Han's behavior of seeking wealth and fame by cheating and stealing other people's stories.

As the owner of Taohua Bookstore, he not only knows his own bookstore, but also the authors of the novels that sell there.

He had been curious before, wondering how someone like Yang Han could write such a beautiful story, and now his doubts were finally solved.

In fact, it is no wonder that other bookstores are willing to listen to Yang Han and not accept Chen Ci's books.

First of all, "Gao Shan Liu Shui" has already made a name for himself, so it's natural to make friends with him if possible, but Chen Ci is just a little beggar.

Secondly, those storybooks were sold in these bookstores at the same time. Although it was unknown what means Yang Han used to get these bookstores to agree, it was undeniable that those storybooks did bring profits to the bookstores.

Boss Huang asked Shen Ci a lot about the storybooks in detail, and then said: "From now on, you should not contact Yang Han, and prepare for the upcoming storybook competition. As for your previous storybooks, with your previous precautions, you will definitely be able to get them back."

The process of getting it back will be a bit tortuous. After all, a person like Yang Han will never give up, nor will he hand over what he has obtained, and he does not want to ruin his reputation.

But Boss Huang didn't care. He even hoped that Yang Han would bump into him herself.

That way he could not only expose Yang Han's true identity, but also publicize Shen Ci's storybook in a high-profile manner.

For a storyteller to sell well, the quality of the story is important, and so is his reputation among the people.