Chapter 13 Antique Pawnshop (9)

The wheelchair was thrown by the door. Siming's outer robe and boots were followed by his original shoes. Even his trousers were thrown aside, showing signs of haste. There was no light at all in this place, and the light could only vaguely glimpse everything in the darkness. The

rising steam spread in the bathroom, and the blinds were half-drawn but no one cared.

Siming was left with only a close-fitting base shirt. He sat on a small duck-head stool, holding the shower head high with his left hand, and holding Zhou Ye with his right hand to prevent him from slipping. The two hands were overlapped.

Due to the shower, Zhou Ye's joints were inevitably red. The two legs that could not be felt still had a thin layer of muscle because of good maintenance, and were now resting on the edge of the bathtub.

The lukewarm water slid along Zhou Ye's black hair to his eyelashes. As he was lying on his back in the bathtub, even his eye sockets were dripping with water drops. His left hand with the jade ring tapped regularly, and his right hand hung casually beside him.

"It's so dirty." Si Ming murmured after sitting in the shower for a long time.

Zhou Ye tilted his head slightly, his hair pressed tightly against Si Ming's arm. The perception of the two parts was so consistent at this moment. He slowly opened his eyes. His eyes, which were so black that they could not see through light, were no longer as gentle as usual. His already thin lips pressed down coldly, full of boredom and impatience.

After staring at Si Ming for a while, he used his left hand to play with Si Ming's lips, and his index finger gently stroked and wandered, finally landing on the corner of his lips.

Under control, Siming gradually revealed a smile with gentle eyes, and the arrogance brought by his natural facial features completely disappeared, as if the person in front of him was the one he cherished and loved the most.

Zhou Ye retracted his fingers with satisfaction, and a smile rose at the corners of his mouth like looking in a mirror, suppressing the memory of being touched by dirty things that kept rolling in his mind.

This wash and grooming took a full three hours. When Siming came out holding the body wrapped in a bath towel, several parts were rubbed red.

Because Chen Xichao touched the ring when he struggled, the jade finger was also thrown in the bathroom, and replaced by two silver rings. Zhou Ye wore it on his ring finger to cover the scar, and the other one was strung with silk thread and hung on Siming's chest for use.

Sitting on the bed on the second floor waiting for his hair to be blown dry, Zhou Ye carefully examined the marks on his ring finger, but he could not figure out what they were.

Words, patterns, or just scars?

Siming Ye came over and held his hands and stared at them for a long time. He suddenly got out of bed, went to the living room to get the novel back, opened one of the pages and pointed to a word. He could not see that the translation of the plastic flower noticed the similarity faster than the original.

The word was "semper."

This paragraph was exactly the sequel that Zhou Ye did not see. Lina escaped punishment that night.

She only used the simplest method. After restoring the sheets and bedding one by one, he took off the Duke's clothes and called in ten of the most loyal servants and two sisters.

Thirteen people took off their most intimate clothes and made a long scarf to hang on the Duke to cover the marks on his neck. Then they held hands and comforted each other, spending the night with the corpse.

The next day, when the guard pushed the door open, he was greeted by the scene of the girl screaming in panic and covering her body. He didn't have time to see anything clearly, so he retreated and closed the door in embarrassment.

"Oh my God! I can't imagine how many girls there are in there." He said to his companion.

The men who were traveling with him laughed and asked him if he saw any girl's breasts or legs clearly, and whether they were very fragrant. This made the young man who had just joined the guard blush.

At this time, no one thought that the next news would be the Duke's death. It was not until they were all sent to the guillotine that they realized that the girl was not screaming because of the intrusion, but because she was scared by the dead Duke.

The appraiser made a verdict in almost no time and went crazy. The Duke's father did not make the matter public to protect his reputation, and the Duke's mother did not want her son's inheritance to be divided among a few outsiders, so when the body was taken out of the room, the girls did not even know what happened next.

People nearby only heard that the Duke died of pleasure.

Although Lina was very confident in her method, she still felt extremely guilty when she saw her sisters unable to sleep due to fear. She hugged the two girls, who were not yet 16 years old, tightly in her arms, singing a lullaby while apologizing in her heart.

"Lulu, Daisy... I hurt you."

She blurted out these words unintentionally, and when she didn't know how to react, the two girls broke free from her arms, and then opened their arms, one on the left and one on the right, and hugged her tightly.

"Sister, we will [semper-forever] support you."

"Because you protected us first."

It turned out that the two girls should have been married at the age of 13. It was Lina's parents who made sense to them and threatened to die, so that they had the opportunity to study at the Ladies' College and understand the world.

Seeing this page, Zhou Ye also memorized the meaning of this word in his mind, and then closed the book. The broken clock had already rang the bell of ten o'clock in the evening, and he still had a promise to fulfill.

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With a creak, after a long wait, Zhong Liu, who had been staying in Store No. 1, finally saw the door behind the counter open.

He immediately noticed that the clothes on the two people were different from the afternoon, and the ring on Zhou Ye's hand had been changed.

Turning his eyes to Siming, this man's eyes were always arrogant, as if there was nothing worth his attention except Zhou Ye.

"Good evening, Mr. Zhong." Zhou Ye extended his hand to greet him.

"Well, I saw what happened this afternoon. You've worked hard." Zhong Liu pulled out a chair in the hall and motioned Zhou Ye to push his wheelchair to sit down.

"It's okay. I didn't do anything."

Siming saw his gesture, but did not go over. Instead, he stopped behind the counter, bent over and whispered something to Zhou Ye.

His silver hair fell in the wheelchair and Zhou Ye's arms. The two of them leaned their necks against each other's lips and ears. The distance was so close that Zhong Liu felt that they were exchanging breaths.

At first, Zhou Ye still had a smile on his face. After listening, he opened his mouth several times, but closed it as if he was about to say something. After a moment, he took the initiative to lean over and hold the hand of the person next to him tightly, as if begging.

Siming was pleased by his affectionate attitude and held Zhou Ye's hand back, but he showed no sign of giving in.

After a long time, seeing Siming had no reaction, Zhou Ye could only let go of his hand sadly, and the light in his eyes became a little dim.

As if to defend the last bottom line, he said relatively loudly: "Okay... But no matter whether it succeeds or not, you promised me, at least help Zhong Lao."

"Yeah."

Afterwards, Zhou also refused Siming's help, pushed his wheelchair over, and said rather embarrassedly: "He has already agreed...but there is one thing I hope you can help us with, or the children."

"Go ahead, it's okay." Zhong Liu sat at the table, his originally calm heart becoming turbulent again because of the scene before him.

"Do you still remember Song Ji and Song Shu? Those two children are refugees we met in the outer city. Because their parents left unexpectedly, they were displaced and now temporarily live in a pawnshop outside the city, but..."

At the end of the sentence, Zhou Ye was so embarrassed that he even clenched his hands: "I can't take care of them all the time, and the store is not suitable for children to live in. Siming is worried that it will delay the children's enlightenment if it goes on like this. If it is convenient for you, I hope you can take them to other cities to naturalize them." I'm afraid

it's not "Siming" who is worried but you. Looking at the kind young man in front of him, Zhong Liu sighed in his heart. From the friendliness when he first met that day to the act of forgiveness in the afternoon, he has completely believed in Zhou Ye's character.

What's more, it was because of the help of the children that he was able to meet Zhou Ye, and the matter of seeking medicine was also solved. He knew that Zhou Ye had taken all aspects into consideration. He would not stay in the lower city forever with the silver-haired second-generation rich. When the time came, the two children who were involved with them would naturally become targets for revenge.

"Whether you can help us or not, the matter of medicine..."

"I know," Zhong Liu waved his hand to interrupt Zhou Ye's words, "I took over the matter of the two children, but not because of helping you or asking for medicine, I wanted to do it myself. They are both good children and deserve a better life."

"You don't owe me a favor, you know?"

Zhou Ye lowered his head in shame, but his eyes were open, revealing some cunning. How can a powerful talent who can't get close to him use the sandbox to track him?

Naturally, he used other weak people who were easy to get close to.

"You need to change your temper. Although I don't want to admit it, it's true that you are too kind, just like Siming said.

" Zhong Lao was still muttering. "... Let's go get the medicine first." Zhou Ye whispered. So the two stopped talking about this topic and came to the side of the exhibition stand.

After a series of procedures, all the books in his pocket were mortgaged in exchange for a ginseng that was nearly half his height. Zhong Liu was also overjoyed. His face flushed with excitement. After making an appointment to pick up the children tomorrow, he kept talking

about Zhou Ye. He talked endlessly about how eating less is bad for the body and that we should wear more clothes in autumn. In the end, he pulled Zhou Ye and whispered about Siming.

Zhou Ye smiled gently at first and listened carefully, nodding from time to time. After 20 minutes, although he was still smiling, his hands couldn't help but knock on the wheelchair frame.

"Although he has done his best for you, I have seen many such nobility. Maybe he will get tired of it after a few years..."

As he spoke, a tall shadow gradually covered his own shadow from under his feet.

"Go on." Siming stared at the short old man in front of him with deep and cold eyes. Although the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, it did not bring any smile, but added a sense of mockery. "What do you like?"

"Nothing!" Looking at him like this, Zhong Liu felt like he was locked by a giant beast, and subconsciously avoided the sharp edge and answered.

"Si Ming..." Zhou Ye was the one who looked apologetic. He pushed the wheelchair to separate the two people. "That's all for today. Let's go back. Goodbye, Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Liu could only watch the two people teleport away. Only then did he have the leisure to think carefully about what had just happened. He

pondered Siming's expression just now, and suddenly realized that it was impossible for him to hear the two people talking from his position, and his talent was not the listening type.

There could only be one reason.

He would not allow Zhou Ye to have any secrets from him, so he followed him subconsciously. Xiao Zhou's expression did not show resistance, but he was just trying to smooth things over. This kind of thing may have happened many times.

"Guest?" Just as he was lost in thought, the waiter handed him a dazzling card that refracted light like a prism. "The shopkeeper asked me to give it to you. You can use this card to spend freely in our store or the association. There is also a message for you."

"What is it?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

The veins on his forehead bulged, and Zhong Liu felt his fist itching again.

Taking the card and looking in the direction where the two people left again, Zhong Liu gritted his teeth. He was now completely sure that Siming sent the children away out of selfishness.

His possessiveness was so strong that he couldn't even let the old man talk a few more words. I don't know whether it was a blessing or a curse for Xiao Zhou to meet him.