Chapter 3: Luo Yunjian Zhao Yan wanted to help clean up the dishes again, but...
Zhao Yan wanted to help clean up the dishes again, but the man refused and cleaned up very quickly.
He had no choice but to sit in the main room and watch the man busy himself.
What’s strange is that although the man is dressed as a blind man, his movements are neat and nimble, as if he is not completely blind.
But asking directly was too rash, so Zhao Yan changed the subject to himself: "Brother Lan, you haven't even asked me where my home is or why I fell into the water, so why are you so kind as to take me in?"
Because of work, Zhao Yan has read too many novels and knows very well not to pick up men on the street.
cough.
At the mildest, it's Li that thing, at the worst, it's Fu that thing.
"There's nothing to ask. If Brother Chen wants to say something, he will say it himself," and ordinary people can't hurt him. Yong Shaolan didn't say this.
Zhao Yan sat on the long bench in the main hall and tilted his head. "Okay, then... what about Brother Lan? Is he from here? Why does your accent sound like someone from Yujing?"
Zhao Yan had lived in Yujing until he was eight years old. After that, he moved to Jinling with his mother. Most of his playmates were brought over from Yujing, so he recognized the man's words as soon as he opened his mouth.
Could it be the candidate who failed the imperial examination?
Then when he returns to Beijing, I will repay him for saving my life.
Yong Shaolan stacked the washed dishes together, drained them, and carried them to the main hall. Within his field of vision, there was still only the vague outline of the young man. "Well, half a month ago, on the way back to Beijing, I fell off a horse and injured my head. I forgot some things. Fortunately, the villagers of Qingshui Village rescued me, and now I have a place to rest."
Yong Shaolan put away the dishes and walked over to sit next to Zhao Yan. "Come to think of it, Brother Shen and I have had similar experiences, right?"
Zhao Yan agreed: "Yes..."
Yong Shaolan didn't want to listen, so he interrupted directly, "We still have some time today. If Brother Shen can leave, why don't we go to the town and get the medicine earlier. It will be good for your health."
Zhao Yan pursed her lips and looked at the handsome man in front of her, her heart softening.
This guy is so nice. After he was rescued, he helped me unconditionally.
"But it's getting late," Zhao Yan glanced at the thin light, "Can we still make it back in time if we go now?"
"It's okay. I still have some money. We can stay in town for one night."
Zhao Yan nodded. That was fine. He had to find a way to find out the whereabouts of his mother. There was no news in the village, so he had to go to the town or Qiongguan City.
After Zhao Yan agreed, Yong Shaolan left the house. Not long after, he arrived with an open-top ox cart loaded with straw and bedding. A dark-skinned man stood with Yong Shaolan, scratching his head awkwardly. "Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Xiao to deliver these things to his uncle for me."
Yong Shaolan: "Brother Daniu, you're welcome."
As the two were talking, Zhao Yan had already walked out of the yard. However, he couldn't understand the local dialect, so he could only stammer in Jinling dialect: "Hello."
"Hey, isn't this the little boy that Mr. brought home a few days ago? Dazhu said he was so handsome. Today I see that he is indeed handsome. He is even more handsome than Mr., but it's getting late, so I won't bother you anymore."
After saying that, the dark-skinned man smiled and walked towards the densely populated villages not far away.
Only then did Zhao Yan realize that this brother Lan's house seemed to be a dilapidated temple.
Yong Shaolan sat sideways on the ox cart, spread out the straw beside him, and motioned Zhao Yan to come over: "Let's go."
"Okay." Zhao Yan nodded, walked over obediently, and sat down on the straw the man had laid out: "Let's go!"
Zhao Yan was used to riding in a horse-drawn carriage. The spacious and bright sedan had to be covered with several layers of cushions before his mother would let him travel. But as soon as he sat in this open-top ox cart, he unexpectedly found it fresh and fun.
The man was walking rhythmically, probably because he couldn't see clearly and walked very slowly.
"Brother Lan, what did that elder brother say just now?" Zhao Yan didn't know how long he would have to live here, maybe ten days or half a month. He couldn't just lie down and be served by others every day, so helping with some farm work would be nice. The prerequisite was that he could understand what the locals said.
Zhao Yan: "I think they were talking about me and Brother Lan?"
Yong Shaolan turned his body to the side and moved his face slightly towards the young man. Although he could not see Shen Yan's appearance clearly, he had already figured out his facial features and figure. He must be handsome. The villagers of Qingshui Village were simple and honest. When they said that the young man was on par with him, it was probably a compliment to him.
He was certain that the boy must be more handsome than him.
"He said," Yong Shaolan paused, facing the young man directly, "We are a good match."
Zhao Yan: “……?”
"Ahem," Zhao Yan was so shocked by the man's words that he couldn't speak. He choked on his saliva and took a long time to calm down before slowly asking, "Why... do you say that?"
Could this be the power of Xiao Huangwen?
Even the rural maps that are not popular in novels are so bold?
"What?" Yong Shaolan was a little disappointed by the boy's surprised reaction, "Brother Shen, isn't it?"
Zhao Yan: “…………”
What is it?
It's not that he doesn't have it! He's really just a straight man who traveled through time by accident. If Xiaohuangman Studio hadn't given him so much, he probably wouldn't have been able to come into contact with Danmei in his life.
"I was overthinking it," the man said without waiting for Zhao Yan's reply. "I smelled a body fragrance on Brother Shen, and most of the literati in Jinling imitated the Nangong family. Many of the men in the Nangong family also had homosexual tendencies. As time went on, the homosexual trend became popular throughout the South."
Yong Shaolan pressed his lips together: "Sorry."
Zhao Yan was stunned when he heard the man's words, and then he thought about it carefully and realized that there were indeed many gay men in Jinling.
"It's okay." Zhao Yan tightened his neck and suddenly felt the soreness in his body become worse, especially in his lower back. The soreness surged up along his tailbone. "Brother Lan, I'm a little tired. Can I lie down and rest for a while?"
"Yeah," Yong Shaolan responded, "Go to sleep. I'll call you when we get there."
After the young man finished speaking, he let out a steady breath after a while. At that time, Yong Shaolan had just driven onto the road to the town. It was dusk, the breeze was cool, and even the humidity in the air was just right.
He leaned lightly on the ox cart, took off his crane cloak, and gently put it on the young man.
…
“Brother Shen, we’re here.”
"Hmm?" Zhao Yan slept very soundly, but after waking up, not only did he not feel better, but he felt the soreness in his body was even worse.
Zhao Yan heard someone calling him in a daze, and his vision immediately focused. He saw Xiao Lan's hand fall on his shoulder and patted him gently: "Are you sleepy?"
As he spoke, Yong Shaolan wiped the boy's forehead and said, "You have a fever again. Go get the medicine and go back to the inn to sleep."
The man's palm was covered with calluses and felt icy cold. Zhao Yan flinched at the touch, and then felt a tingling sensation in his tailbone. He couldn't help but hum softly, "Hmm... Hmm?"
"We're...we're here?" Zhao Yan paused for a moment before slowly getting up. He saw that the sky had completely darkened and the deserted village was no longer around him. There were vendors holding lanterns and hawking their wares along the wide path. "Sorry, I'm so sleepy."
Yong Shaolan shifted his gaze from the young man's waist, then helped him sit up. "I've already booked a room. Please go in and wait for me for a while. After I send the ox cart away, I'll come back and take you to see a doctor."
"Okay," Zhao Yan got out of the car and followed the man to an inn in the town. Then he sat downstairs to rest for a while. Not long after, Yong Shaolan came back with some books tied with hemp ropes in his hand, which he handed to the waiter for safekeeping.
"Let's go, the medicine hall is not far ahead."
…
Zhao Yan's head was dizzy and he couldn't walk fast. He chased Yong Shaolan like a little quail. After walking a few steps, the man in front of him suddenly stopped and put his cloak on his shoulders: "It's cold at night."
Zhao Yan was so moved that he couldn't express it in words. He just felt a little cold. "Thank you very much."
As they were talking, the two walked to a pharmacy. Yong Shaolan stepped forward and briefly explained Zhao Yan's symptoms. Then a young doctor called him in, took his pulse, looked at his tongue and eyeballs, and then began to shake his head.
Zhao Yan, feeling dizzy, said: "..."
"This young master doesn't seem to have an ordinary cold, does he? Please wait a moment, gentlemen."
After saying that, the young doctor closed the door of the medicine hall and called out "Master" to the inside. After a while, an octogenarian walked out slowly, "You little brat, how many times do you have to call me that in a day?"
Young doctor: "Teacher, this time the situation is really different!"
The old doctor scolded the young doctor, but he still walked over responsibly. He took Zhao Yan's pulse first and repeated the previous process. Then he frowned and said, "Tsk, the young master's pulse is indeed not like an ordinary cold."
As he spoke, the old doctor glanced at Yong Shaolan, who was standing next to Zhao Yan. After a moment of thought, his eyes lit up slightly. He then walked over to the shelf, took out a medical book, flipped through a few pages, and finally turned his gaze back to Zhao Yan: "Do either of you have a homosexual tendency?"
Zhao Yan: “……?”
The old doctor glanced at Zhao Yan's reaction, then placed the medical book in front of the two of them. "It says in this book that in the south, many people make fragrant pills for internal use. After using them, the body will emit a strange fragrance from the inside out. Those fragrant pills are mostly developed based on the symptoms of the Qilin child of the Nangong family in Nanjing. The symptoms are the same as those of the Qilin child after it grows up... You two just need to go back and have sex for a few days, and the effects of the medicine will be relieved."
Zhao Yan: “???”
Is the setting of Xiao Huangwen so exaggerated?
Zhao Yan was about to explain when he suddenly remembered something. But before he could open his mouth, Yong Shaolan, who was standing nearby, stepped forward and took his hand. "Thank you, doctor. We'll prescribe some fever-removing medicine first."
…
The two came out of the pharmacy in silence.
Zhao Yan silently recalled the setting of Qilin'er in the article. It seemed to be similar to ABO's setting. After reaching adulthood, she would have a strange fragrance and be able to give birth to children. She would also be more sensitive for a few days every month...
However, in order to show Zhao Yan's promiscuity, the original novel deliberately set this level of sensitivity to be tolerable.
So, he just needs to endure it.
At this time, the man accompanying Zhao Yan suddenly spoke: "Actually, Brother Shen doesn't have to feel embarrassed."
"Ah...?" Zhao Yan was confused and tilted his head to glance at the man: "Brother Lan, what do you mean?"
"I am."
Yong Shaolan paused as he spoke, turned slightly to face the young man beside him, his Adam's apple sliding slightly: "Broken Sleeve."
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