Chapter 111 The Moon Was Swallowed
The result of Duan Anluo's unwillingness was that he couldn't get up the next morning.
Duan Anluo once teased Si Cang as a "nuclear-powered donkey". He was originally laughing at his bad temper and stubbornness, but he was also tireless in his work and would not sleep for three to five days when on a mission.
Now his words have come true. Si Cang has become addicted to it and cannot stop at all. Duan Anluo feels sore all over that he is too lazy to move even his fingers and cannot wake up in the morning.
Si Cang gently stroked his cheek, then lowered his head and pecked the corner of his lips with heartache.
These eyes, when they were moved, were moist and misty, so beautiful that it made his heart beat fast and he could hardly control himself.
As soon as I recalled it, the restlessness in my body began to stir again.
Duan Anluo was half asleep when he felt something pressing against him. He pulled the quilt over his head and warned in a muffled voice, "Si Cang, if you touch me again, I will castrate you."
Si Cang chuckled a few times and hugged him and the blanket into his arms: "I won't move you, go to sleep."
"...What time is it?" Duan Anluo asked vaguely.
Si Cang glanced at the bedside clock. It was half past nine. Then he said calmly, "Six o'clock."
So Duan Anluo fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.
When he woke up, he looked at the clock and it was half past eleven!
"Si Cang! It's too late. We agreed to go back home for dinner!" Duan Anluo sat up anxiously. When he got out of bed, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. His whole body was so sore that it felt like it was falling apart.
No matter how good his recovery ability was, his waist and legs were not like his own at this moment, and his whole body was so sore and weak that it didn't feel like his own body.
Si Cang caught him and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
Duan Anluo gritted his teeth, "How dare you ask?"
"I……"
"Shut up and stop talking."
Si Cang had no choice but to shut up. Before he could say anything, he was ordered to keep his mouth shut.
"Xiaohua! Help! Quick!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the spirit of the golden little sunflower emerged from the ground, its petals shook gently, and light green spots of light gently fell on Duan Anluo.
A soothing warm current suddenly spread, and Duan Anluo felt his sore body quickly relaxed a lot.
Si Cang raised his eyebrows slightly. Can it be used like this?
Duan Anluo raises these weird little things, and this one is the most useful.
When Duan Anluo and Si Cang rushed to Duan's house, Lin Wanqiu was holding her cell phone, ready to call him.
"I was just about to ask where you guys were," Lin Wanqiu greeted them with a smile, "the food is almost cold."
Duan Anlang went to the company early in the morning and didn't go home at noon. Duan Anluo felt much more at ease, and even had more confidence to argue with his father.
Duan Anluo had breakfast and lunch together, and he ate two bowls of rice in a row. His appetite shocked his parents.
Lin Wanqiu reacted and happily asked someone to make some more snacks. As long as the child was edible, it meant that he was in a good mood.
In the next few days, Duan Anluo and Si Cang went back to Duan's house to eat during the day and go back to sleep at night.
He was fed by his mother and nanny in turn. He just opened his mouth for food and stretched out his hands for clothes. He felt lazy and uncomfortable.
Si Cang also found his place in this family. He was treated exactly the same as Duan Anluo. He was provided with food, clothing and other daily necessities in great detail and was taken care of very attentively.
Even the usually calm Duan Anlang couldn't stand it anymore. He glanced at his brother, who was lying on the sofa eating fruit after dinner, and said calmly, "Come with me to work at the company tomorrow."
Duan Anluo leaned closer to Si Cang and refused righteously: "No, thank you for being my real brother, otherwise I would be the one who inherited the family business and was busy every day."
Duan Antang: “…”
Duan Anluo added with a smile, "Not only did you inherit the family business, you also inherited a brother as smart as me. You are much happier than others."
Duan Antang's face was expressionless: "I think you've been living too comfortably these past two days, and your skin is itchy."
Duan Anluo suddenly fell silent.
Silence does not mean compromise, it simply means: I can't afford to offend him.
Duan Anjian raised his eyes again and looked at Si Cang who was standing aside with a calm demeanor: "You are also idle? Are you always idle? The Si family is such a huge business, don't you care about it?"
Si Cang tapped his fingers on the laptop, and the screen saver faded away instantly, revealing the completed work interface. He said in a steady tone: "It's done. My people, obey."
Duan Antang: “…”
Whatever sins he committed, he should suffer the consequences of just one, and now there is another.
It was not until Jiang Yuan called and said that the house was renovated today and asked Duan Anluo to come back tomorrow to inspect it that Duan Anluo decided to go back.
After lunch the next day, Duan Anluo watched his mother fill the trunk and want to load some things into the back seat, so he quickly said goodbye to his parents.
Just as he was about to leave, Han Xiaoqian called him, his voice aggrieved: "Master, I want to go home."
"What's wrong?"
"Fang Yanzhou is sick! If I get a question wrong, he's like the sky is falling. He can taunt me all day long in an incredible tone. He even taunts the teacher who gives me tutoring! He's already pissed off three people! I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and poison him into silence!"
Duan Anluo was speechless. With Assistant Fang's clever mind, he might not have been mocking Han Xiaoqian on purpose. He really thought that no normal person would get this kind of question wrong.
As for mocking the teacher... Duan Anluo held his forehead, "I'll ask your Uncle Bai to pick you up."
On the way, Duan Anluo called Assistant Fang and asked, "I heard that you drove my apprentice's tutor away?"
Assistant Fang was still angry when talking about this. "I was just giving him some advice. His approach to the problem was wrong. I listed more than a dozen solutions, but when the teacher saw them, he got angry and said, 'You're so capable, why don't you teach yourself?'"
Assistant Fang imitated the other person's tone and cursed after he finished speaking: "Damn it, I paid him, okay? Hundreds of dollars an hour, and I can't ask him if he has any questions?"
Duan Anluo soothed him, "Is it possible that the gap between you two is too big, and you've hurt her self-esteem?"
Assistant Fang was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Ah, I forgive them. I'll find another teacher to tutor me."
"Forget it. You're pretty busy at work too. I'll have Bai Ziyue take Han Xiaoqian back home and let him take extra classes at my house. He can also keep Jiang Yuan company at night."
"I'll refund you the tuition money."
"No need, just take it. Consider it your hard work pay for the past few days."
Duan Anlu sighed after hanging up the phone. "Fang Fang's view of Han Xiaoqian is probably similar to how I view Jiang Yuan. He's not as smart as a monkey."
Si Cang's lips curled up. "Assistant Fang skipped two grades in elementary school, ranked first in the city in junior high school, and topped the liberal arts exam. If you give him a science exam, his score is higher than that of the top science scorer that year. He's also fluent in six languages and has a photographic memory. In his eyes, ordinary people are just talking monkeys."
Duan Anluo was extremely envious. With such intelligence, if his Jiang Yuaner was given just 1% of his talent, his Jiang Yuan wouldn't even be unable to enter university.
Duan Anluo arrived home earlier than Han Xiaoqian.
The four houses were well decorated, clean and tidy, only lacking furniture and appliances.
Duan Anlu was quite satisfied and without saying anything, he directly transferred the balance to the foreman.
However, the house had just been renovated and could not be lived in, so Duan Anluo wanted to book a room in a nearby hotel and stay there for a few days.
"Wait a moment." Si Cang started to check the small map again. He was not sure if there was a house of his nearby. There were too many and he couldn't remember them all.
After checking, Si Cang said, "It really exists."
Duan Anlu's mouth twitched. If they were poor one day, they could just pick up Si Cang, shake him a few times, and any little food that fell out would be enough for their whole family to eat for three years, and they would eat very well.
Si Cang wrote down the location, "It's half an hour away from here, in the city, there's a villa."
Duan Anluo asked, "You didn't even know this apartment existed, how can you live in it?"
"Yes," Si Cang was very sure of this: "All my rooms are regularly taken care of, so you can move in right away. The only problem is that the style might be simpler."
Apart from the essentials, there wasn't even any decoration. But it didn't matter, because I had Duan Anluo.
Duan Anluo would buy things from the house where he lived. As long as he had lived in the house, it would seem to be full of life.
Duan Anluo no longer needed to find a place to live, and suddenly remembered something more important.
On the altar, Jiang Yuan had lit incense before he left in the morning, but it had already burned out.
Duan Anluo lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner. He looked at Yue Lao's tablet with cold eyes and removed the offerings to Yue Lao in a bad mood.
"Every day, you eat the best tribute and breathe the best incense, but you don't do anything practical. My brother is almost thirty years old, and you can't even get my sister-in-law. What use do I have for you?"
Duan Anluo pointed at the tablet and warned: "If you can't find my sister-in-law, I will smash you to pieces!"
As soon as Han Xiaoqian came back, he saw his master scolding the gods, and the scene was particularly explosive.
The scary thing is that the smoke from the burning incense automatically floated above the altars, and when it reached Yue Lao, it automatically avoided them.
Master is so awesome! Han Xiaoqian sighed in his heart, stood at the door, and tried to curl up the corners of his mouth: "Master, I'm back."
When Duan Anluo turned around, he saw his new apprentice with a pair of panda eyes, a look of despair on his face, and a smile that was uglier than crying.
Duan Anluo patted his apprentice's shoulder with concern. "Good boy, don't overthink it. You're just a little smarter than the average person. In Assistant Fang's eyes, you're only slightly more capable than an ordinary monkey. He didn't mean to mock you."
Han Xiaoqian's mouth twitched. Did his master have any misunderstanding about the word "comfort"?
In the evening, Jiang Yuan and Han Xiaoqian both lay on the table doing homework, one scratching his head and cheek, and the other frantically doing questions and scratching his head and cheek.
Duan Anluo stood behind Han Xiaoqian, frowning, "Write well! Even a dung beetle with some ink on its legs crawling backwards would still write better than you."
Looking at Jiang Yuan again, Duan Anluo said gently, "My dear grandson, just do it casually. Read whichever page the wind blows to. If you don't understand a page, tear it off. Once you're done, forget it."
Shocked by his master's different treatment, Han Xiaoqian objected: "Master, his writing is uglier than mine."
"Can you two be the same?" Duan Anluo glanced at him. "He calls you great-grandfather, why don't you pamper him a little?"
Jiang Yuan was giggling "hehe" beside her, looking so beautiful that it was bubbling.
Han Xiaoqian muttered, "Actually, I can be a grandson too."
Duan Anluo's face darkened: "Where's my stick?"
Han Xiaoqian froze all over, and then he saw Xiaobai very promptly wrapping a small wooden stick with its tail, crawling over in a twisting and turning manner, and handing it over attentively.
Han Xiaoqian tensed up all over and looked at Xiaobai speechlessly. This snake is so servile!
Jiang Yuan quickly tried to smooth things over: "Master! Forget it! Stop fighting, stop fighting!"
Duan Anluo raised his stick and warned: "Study hard and if you pass, I will buy you a cell phone, the latest version."
Han Xiaoqian's eyes moved.
"If you get into your senior's key class, I'll buy you a new computer."
Han Xiaoqian sat up straight instantly. He didn't show much joy, but he didn't refuse either. He grabbed the pen and began to write quickly.
Duan Anluo looked at his fighting spirit and couldn't help but smile.
As Han Xiaoqian wrote, he began to laugh. Strangely enough, he seemed to be gradually integrating into this eccentric yet warm family.
Although he had no worries about food and drink at Fang's place, he still felt at ease here.
Seeing the two children studying diligently, Duan Anluo strolled to a street fruit shop and bought some fresh fruit. He was leisurely walking home with his bag when a young voice suddenly stopped him: "Hello, we meet again."
Duan Anluo turned around when he heard the voice and saw a young man sitting in a wheelchair.
The other person had pale skin, thin lips, and a pair of eyes with dark pupils, and was looking at him quietly.
The person pushing the wheelchair also looked familiar.
Duan Anluo remembered that it was the young man in the wheelchair and his male nanny whom he had met at the airport before.
"Are your eyes okay?" Duan Anluo asked calmly.
"Okay." The other party smiled slightly and said gently, "Can I talk to you?"
Duan Anluo frowned and said bluntly: "Who have you been looking at through me?"
His voice turned colder. "It's really rude to always compare me to the dead."
The young man was slightly startled, a hint of apology flashed across his eyes, and he whispered, "Sorry."
He raised his hand and pointed to the teahouse across the street. "Can I buy you a cup of tea? Just as an apology."
Duan Anluo did not agree immediately, but instead looked at the other party.
This person's aura was too pure, even the person pushing the wheelchair was the same, there was an indescribable... weirdness about him.
This young man can be said to be young and has never done anything bad. But has this middle-aged man pushing the wheelchair ever cursed or littered in his entire life?
"I'm busy." Duan Anluo said these two words indifferently, picked up the fruit and turned away, without any intention of continuing to pester. Unable to figure out the other party's background, Duan Anluo didn't want to waste any more words.
The young man in the wheelchair watched his departing figure, his eyes darkening. He was about to signal the butler to push him to catch up, but suddenly stopped.
He saw Si Cang standing not far away.
Si Cang stood there quietly, his body straight and upright, and it was unknown how long he had been watching.
A pair of eyes looked over coldly across the street, as if they could cut through all disguises and reach the deepest part of people's hearts, making people shudder.
The butler who was pushing the wheelchair stopped instantly and found an excuse to remind him: "Master, we should go back."
The young man didn't insist any more, "Let's go."
Duan Anluo walked to the door of his house. Si Cang naturally took the fruit from his hand, but his eyes passed him and looked at the street, his brows slightly furrowed.
He didn't sense any murderous intent, no malice, not even any danger signals, but he still had a hunch that something was wrong.
The way the person in the wheelchair looked at Duan Anluo... wasn't right.
Duan Anluo had drawn a portrait of the young master last time and submitted it to the guild for review, but they found nothing special. No violations of law or discipline were found, and his resume was very clean. His parents were businessmen, and the family was wealthy. He had been in poor health since childhood and had spent many years recuperating in the suburbs.
Duan Anluo even began to doubt himself: Did he think too badly of people? There really are such kind people.
At this time, the young man in the wheelchair walked into the teahouse facing the street and stood quietly by the window.
From this angle, you can just see the street where Duan Anluo lives, and even the door of his house.
No one knew how much restraint he had used to suppress his surging emotions just now, even though he acted so gentle and normal.
He was almost going crazy.
So similar!
They look exactly the same, speak in the same tone, are both in Xuanmen, and are even with that useless leader of Xuanmen. He also accepted a disciple in the name of Duan Anluo!
But the aura is completely different.
The Duan Anluo in his memory had pure spiritual energy, but the fake in front of him was entangled with some dark thing, which could even devour his resentment!
Fake!
fraud!
He hates Duan Anluo!
Even more, he hated this filthy substitute that took over his appearance!
With a "crack", the teacup in his hand was crushed to pieces.
The butler beside him whispered, "Master..."
He seemed to be oblivious to the noise, murmuring softly, as if asking himself, or perhaps seeking advice: "How about making him into a puppet? An obedient puppet that can't speak and won't leave."
He dropped his eyes and chuckled softly, "No, that would be too boring."
He thought for a moment and said, "Find a way to get rid of that troublesome guy. I'm going to catch him myself. It's more fun to play slowly."
The housekeeper's heart tightened. As expected, as long as the master saw that identical face, he would not be able to control himself and would ignore everything else.
The moonlight tonight was exceptionally beautiful. Duan Anluo stood on the balcony outside the villa, looking up at the sky slightly.
Si Cang took the windbreaker and draped it over Duan Anluo's shoulders, then hugged him in his arms, "What's on the moon?"
Duan Anluo murmured, "The moon is gone."
Si Cang's expression froze, and he turned his head to look worriedly into Duan Anluo's eyes, "Yes."
Duan Anluo said seriously: "The moon was swallowed."
Si Cang frowned, looked into Duan Anluo's eyes, and was suddenly stunned. The moon in Duan Anluo's eyes was completely different from the moon in the sky.
The bright moon gradually turned blood-red in Duan Anluo's pupils, and finally turned into a red moon.
Is this what Duan Anluo saw?
"The moon turned red, two?" Duan Anluo said, and the scenery in front of him changed, and the sky returned to normal.
Duan Anluo closed his eyes and opened them again. The moon was bright and the moonlight was like water. He did not see the strange scene again.
Si Cang frowned, "I haven't received any reports of a lunar eclipse recently."
Duan Anluo looked at the sky, but he didn't notice any lunar eclipse recently.
Si Cang looked at Duan Anluo's eyes which had returned to normal. Was what he saw just now really the moon?
Duan Anluo closed his eyes again, feeling the agitated spiritual energy in the wind, "Si Cang, I have a bad feeling."
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