Chapter 43: A Thousand Miles "Pervert, big pervert!"
It was more than just fun, it was over the top fun.
Zhao Yan's vision was a mess, tears hung on his eyelashes, making them wet. He could only see Yong Shaolan's cold and pretentious face: "Ha..."
"It's too intense. I can't stand it."
"You're very sober today." Yong Shaolan wiped the tears from the boy's eyes with satisfaction and kissed him on the eyelid. "How do you feel?"
"Well enough."
"But I'm curious, why does kissing make me dizzy...?"
"Because it's comfortable." Yong Shaolan pulled the boy up, letting him sit up against the pillows. "Are you still going out?"
Zhao Yan: “…”
Just a kiss.
Why can’t I get out of the door?
"Let's go!" He finally got back to Guanyang, and he wanted to take a good stroll: "Give me a quarter of an hour, I'll rest a bit and then we'll go out."
As the two of them left, the sky was darkening. Autumn was a rainy season, and the sky was deeply gloomy. The town was almost deserted. To avoid attracting attention, they didn't wear veils and wandered among the crowds.
The noodle stall they often visited was indeed gone. After looking around, they had no choice but to return to a more busy area and order two bowls of noodles in a crowded place.
"Enjoy your meal, sir."
The person who was serving the noodles was a kid who looked only about eleven or twelve years old. He was very skillful and didn't mind the bowl being hot at all. After putting it down, he ran to a small table nearby to read a book.
Zhao Yan slurped a mouthful of noodles. He ate them too hastily, and tears came to his eyes from the burn. "Hiss, hot, hot, hot."
Then he blew on it twice, picked up another lump of powder, blew on it several times before daring to put it in his mouth: "Oh my god, it's so delicious."
They ate pot cakes and white porridge for more than ten days. Although they had wild rabbits to eat in the mountains, they were tasteless.
Yong Shaolan ate politely. He didn't pick up his chopsticks because the food was too hot. He focused on watching the boy in front of him eat: "Don't be in a hurry, eat slowly."
Zhao Yan stuffed his mouth with noodles and looked up at Yong Shaolan: "Brother Lan, why don't you eat?"
After Zhao Yan finished speaking, Yong Shaolan picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and put them down again: "It's hot."
"Why are you acting like a lady?" Zhao Yan said, and ignored Yong Shaolan. She took two more bites and then couldn't eat anymore.
Only then did Yong Shaolan begin to eat slowly.
Zhao Yan propped up his chin and tilted his head to watch the kid reading at the stall. The man cooking the noodles looked to be a young man in his twenties, probably the kid's father. He would busy himself whenever someone came, and when no one was around, he would sit next to the kid on a small stool, leaning over to watch him learn to read.
"Hey, my son writes really well."
"When I save up some money, I'll send you to school."
It was originally a picture of a loving father and a filial son, but after the young man finished speaking, the little brother frowned and looked at his father, "I won't go. The teachers in the school have all changed. The new ones are all bad guys. Erluzi said that the teachers there are just sneaky and cunning nowadays."
The young man patted the kid on the head and said, "Don't talk nonsense, you little brat! That was the school that His Majesty the Seventh Prince paid for us to build. If it weren't for His Majesty the Seventh Prince, many people in our town would never be able to read in their entire lives."
"I didn't say that the Seventh Prince was bad!" The little brother retorted: "But the school is now under the jurisdiction of His Majesty. He is a bad emperor. He killed..."
The young man was so frightened by the kid's words that he broke out in a cold sweat. He covered his mouth, picked him up, and spanked him twice: "You little bastard, Guanyang is not peaceful now. You are saying this to get our whole family killed. I will beat you to death!"
At this time, a plump middle-aged woman came and interrupted the conversation between the father and son.
Zhao Yan withdrew his head in dismay, and then looked at Yong Shaolan. He had already finished his meal and was sitting upright, looking at him: "Oh my god, Brother Lan, why didn't you call me after you finished eating?"
Yong Shaolan: "You are too engrossed."
"Going back? Or going shopping again?"
Zhao Yan stretched and said, "Where can we go? The town is so small, there's nothing much to see."
"The school," Yong Shaolan said, "is located at the east end of the town. It's the government-run school that you funded and renovated. Next to the school is your ancestral temple."
"There's a portrait of you in there."
Zhao Yan: "...I'm really convinced? Is that true?"
"Really, let's go."
Zhao Yan had never imagined that the people of Guanyang would build a temple for him. If this had happened back then, wouldn't the family tree have dedicated a separate page to him? It was a pleasant thought.
It was completely dark, and the town's stalls were few and far between. The autumn night was still quite cold. Zhao Yan and Yong Shaolan walked side by side toward the school in Guanyang. Along the way, they saw several peasant women picking up their children.
"What did you learn in class today?"
"Can you eat enough at noon in the school?"
"Hey, don't save money for me. A meal only costs a copper coin. I can still afford to support you sisters."
"When your mother and father save up some more money, we'll let you live in the school."
Zhao Yan imitated Yong Shaolan, with his hands behind his back. He listened to other people's conversation while watching the students leaving one after another. "I remember that we agreed to provide food and accommodation, so why are they charging now?"
At first, Zhao Yan wanted to renovate the school just to ensure that the children in Qingshui Village could continue their studies. Later, he became greedy and spent money like water. He had read a memorial written by a local official in Guanyang, which said that there were 51 schools in Guanyang, and each school was allocated 100 taels of silver every month to pay the teachers' salaries and the students' living expenses for food and boarding.
He has been away from Yujing for only half a month. Shouldn't the silver he distributed be used up so quickly?
Yong Shaolan said calmly, "It's not easy to preserve these schools for the time being."
"Huh?" Zhao Yan was puzzled: "Why?"
"Most private schools in various places are monopolized by local gentry, so the tuition fees are high. At least half of this money has to be paid to the local government."
Yong Shaolan: "If you renovate the school and don't charge any fees, those private schools will go bankrupt, and the government will lose all its revenue. They couldn't do anything when you were at the peak of your career, but now you are no longer the proud son of the Nangong family of Jinling, but the King of Northern Frontier who has been exiled to the Northern Frontier. Of the one hundred taels of silver you allocate, less than 30% will actually be used for your students."
"So, if you want to do something, you must first have power." Yong Shaolan said, and then he led Zhao Yan to an elegant gray and white two-story house: "We're here."
"Okay," Zhao Yan followed Yong Shaolan's gaze and saw the school with black tiles and white walls, covering an area of about three or two acres. On one side of the school, there was indeed a small temple about two meters high and one meter wide. "Let's go and take a look."
The ancestral hall is not big, but it is very clean.
Zhao Yan brought Yong Shaolan inside and saw the incense burner filled with ashes. It was obvious that people often offered sacrifices there. "I never thought that I would be so beloved one day."
There was nothing interesting in the small temple, and Zhao Yan just wanted to see what the portrait enshrined there looked like. It turned out to be a portrait painted on his birthday in a certain year, and it was painted over by someone.
The painting style is gentle, and the boy has kind eyes and a somewhat godly look.
Yong Shaolan's gaze fell on the young boy's tender face in the portrait, "It's not this year's portrait."
"Yeah, it seems to be from when I was sixteen." Zhao Yan stood side by side with Yong Shaolan and followed the man's gaze. "Look in the newspaper. My drawings are better than this."
"Let's go, let's go to the school."
"You can?"
Yong Shaolan held the boy's hand and said, "I'll draw a picture for you when I have time."
Zhao Yan couldn't pull anyone away. "Okay, okay, what do you want to draw?"
"Spring Palace."
"From behind."
Zhao Yan: “!!!”
"What nonsense!"
“But I’m really good at this…”
Zhao Yan had a problem, he liked to draft in his mind, "Damn, what am I thinking about? Go, go, go, if you don't leave, I'll leave!"
Yong Shaolan lowered his eyes and said, "Yeah."
It was only a few steps from the small temple, but as soon as he walked over, he saw the gate was closed. Zhao Yan was about to call for help, but then he remembered that he was now a fugitive and closed his mouth in anger: "God damn it, I'm a step too late, the gate is closed."
The boy put his hands on his hips and sighed.
Yong Shaolan said calmly, "Go around to the back, you can climb the wall."
Zhao Yan: “……!”
"Why didn't I think of that!"
Zhao Yan did it right away. He took Yong Shaolan's hand and walked around from one side to the second courtyard behind the school.
The courtyard wall should not be repaired too high.
Zhao Yan was rubbing his hands together, wanting to find some bricks. Yong Shaolan lifted his robe, squatted in the corner, and gestured to Zhao Yan: "Don't bother. I'll take you upstairs to take a look."
Zhao Yan glanced at the squatting man and laughed, "I didn't realize that Brother Wall Climber is so self-taught."
After saying that, Zhao Yan held the man's shoulders, stepped on his knees, and was carried to the top of the wall by Yong Shaolan's buttocks.
The two bodies were inseparable. Zhao Yan was concentrating on lying on his stomach, so he had no time to look at Yong Shaolan who was holding his butt. "I can see it clearly. Brother Lan, do you want to come up?"
The boy's waist was slender and his bones were thin, but the place where his hands were resting was extremely soft.
Yong Shaolan exerted force on his palm, lifting the man a little higher. Zhao Yan jerked, startled, and grasped the wall firmly. Only then did he realize that the man's hand had just landed squarely on his buttocks, taking a big bite of his tofu, and then deliberately stuck half of his body to the wall?
Then, Zhao Yan felt his body lighten.
Zhao Yan stuck his butt out and glanced back. He saw Yong Shaolan straightening his clothes and standing a meter away from the wall. He looked up at his butt and asked, "Does it look good?"
"Are you kidding me?" Zhao Yan twisted his butt twice, wanting to get off, but he didn't dare to jump. He could only look at Yong Shaolan pitifully: "Bad guy! Big bad guy! Big pervert!"
Yong Shaolan raised his eyebrows, his eyes like tongues of fire, and licked the plump buttocks with his narrow waist: "Don't you want to see it?"
Zhao Yan: "Look at your brother...!"
The man's face was cold, his body covered by a green robe, and his tall figure stood in the hazy moonlight. Zhao Yan watched him from beginning to end and suddenly felt that Yong Shaolan looked strangely abstinent.
They are all men, why can't he harass her in return?
"Bitch, you think I'm scared?" Zhao Yan snorted and simply looked towards the yard: "Just wait for me!"
The courtyard is quiet and there is nothing to see.
Zhao Yan watched for a while and felt a little bored. He wanted to go down, but Yong Shaolan had no regrets about leaving him behind, so he held his breath and did not move.
At this moment, two figures, one big and one small, came out from nowhere.
The first one to come out was a little girl who looked not very old. She was wearing a patched hemp cloth and looked at the silver-haired man in front of him with a panicked look: "Sir, it's so late, what are you doing..."
"The teacher in the classroom noticed that you still haven't learned a few things. Come to the teacher's room tonight and I'll help you learn."
The girl looked embarrassed. Her eyes, as big as grapes, rolled around on her skinny face and tears fell down. "No, no, sir. I'm a little tired today."
The girl was about to leave, but the man had no intention of letting her go. He suddenly pulled the girl into his arms and molested her: "Little bitch, you dare to bargain with me."
The two people in the yard were still arguing when suddenly, a piece of tile flew from somewhere and landed at the old man's feet with a "bang".
Zhao Yan's chest felt like it was on fire when he saw this scene. He picked up a few tiles and threw them over there: "Damn it, Dad! What are you doing, you old bastard!"
Zhao Yan couldn't believe his eyes. In a government-run school, an old man in his fifties or sixties actually dared to molest students in the middle of the night. Damn!
Damn it!
Zhao Yan threw two pieces, and Yong Shaolan realized something was wrong. He stepped forward and lifted the boy's butt to pull him down from the wall, but it was too late. Lanterns were lit in the yard, and someone shouted, "A thief has broken in! Someone come and catch the thief!"
"Why are you arresting me?" Zhao Yan was pulled to the ground by Yong Shaolan. He had just said one sentence when he was dragged away: "I just saw..."
"Run." Yong Shaolan didn't give the boy a chance to speak. "We'll deal with the rest when we get back."
"The thief ran to Lijiatun!"
"Chase after them!"
Zhao Yan finally reacted when he saw three or four people with torches chasing him. He desperately followed Yong Shaolan into the woods, "Fuck, how come they are so fast!"
Their legs were like clockwork, and they ran for their lives. Fortunately, there was a forest. After running for almost half an hour, they finally got rid of the servants behind them.
Coming out of the woods, the surroundings were no longer a small town, but low-lying farmland.
"Where are we doing?"
Yong Shaolan: "The village is safe for now."
Zhao Yan was exhausted. After making sure it was safe, he sat down on the ground and said, "Oh my god, I'm so tired, I'm so tired...!"
Zhao Yan was breathing heavily on his own, and it took him a long time to relax before he looked at Yong Shaolan standing next to him. The man's face was ashen, his brows were furrowed, and he stared at him with his eyes lowered.
Zhao Yan suddenly shrank his neck: "Brother Lan, what's wrong with you?"
"There are government officials in the school. You were too impulsive just now." Yong Shaolan walked over to the young man and raised his hand to pinch Zhao Yan's chin. "This is an emergency. Be more cautious."
"You don't even know what I saw," Zhao Yan knocked away the man's hand that was pinching his jaw. "There's an old man in the school molesting students. Damn it, is there any law? If I hadn't thrown the tile at him, he would have defiled that girl."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
"You think this is the first time this has happened?"
The reptiles are exposed in the open, and the dark places have already been corroded!
Yong Shaolan's words hit Zhao Yan hard. He stared at the man blankly, his stomach churning, and he lay on the ground vomiting: "Oh my god..."
Zhao Yan's throat spasmed and he could hardly breathe. He vomited out all the undigested powder in his stomach.
“…”
Yong Shaolan rubbed the boy's back and said in a slower tone, "Control your emotions."
Zhao Yan didn't recover until he vomited out the acid from his stomach. His sweaty little face was covered with a lot of dust.
He spat, dug in the dirt, and buried the vomit. He wiped the saliva from his mouth with his sleeve, and stared at Yong Shaolan, whose brows were slightly furrowed, with his eyes covered with red veins. "I'm going to report this to the police!"
"I can't just ignore this."
"How do you want to manage this?" Yong Shaolan pulled the young man up from the ground, pinched his jaw, and wiped his mouth again with a handkerchief: "We must leave Guanyang in three days."
"If we can't get out, it will take half a month."
"But I'm the one who founded the school!" Zhao Yan pushed Yong Shaolan away and staggered to his feet. He saw it clearly just now. That old guy... "I can't just ignore it!"
"Calm down," Yong Shaolan paced and took two steps towards Zhao Yan. "Yujing hasn't settled down yet. Most of the teachers here used to teach in private schools. You can't control the collusion between officials and businessmen."
"Go back to the inn first, wash up and rest."
Zhao Yan pursed his lips in anger, tears starting to fall uncontrollably, but he didn't know how to refute Yong Shaolan. Yong Shaolan was smarter than him.
Zhao Yan frowned: "..."
Yong Shaolan grabbed the boy's wrist and said, "Let's go."
The two walked for more than an hour before returning to the inn in the town. Yong Shaolan brought two buckets of hot water and helped Zhao Yan wash up: "Come here."
Zhao Yan hung his head in disappointment.
Yong Shaolan raised his eyes and glanced at the young man. He walked over to him and held his chin. "Do you really have to do it?"
Zhao Yan pursed his lips and tilted his head: "...I feel uncomfortable. At the very least, find someone to deal with him."
"He ruined people's lives."
"That little girl is at most a teenager."
Zhao Yan said, looking up at Yong Shaolan: "Can you give me some money? I'll pay someone to do it."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
"You really don't learn your lesson."
Yong Shaolan released the young man's jaw and turned his back: "Come and wash up. Wen Quan and I will go there later. You stay here honestly."
"Hmm?" Zhao Yan heard this and looked at the man who was carrying the basin of water: "Brother Lan, what do you want to do?
Yong Shaolan held the wooden basin in one hand, walked over to Zhao Yan, and pressed his foot into it: "Kill one to warn the rest."
Then he sneered at Zhao Yan: "What? Are you going to be so sympathetic again?"
Zhao Yan: “…”
"Are you mocking me?"
"You praised me for being kind before, but now you're picking on me? Bull."
"You don't like me?"
Yong Shaolan rubbed the soles of the boy's feet. The overly hot water turned Zhao Yan's skin pink, and it seemed like a punishment as he pinched the soft flesh of the soles of his feet.
"Maybe," Yong Shaolan massaged Zhao Yan's feet. "There are so many dirty things in the world. Do we have to take care of them all?"
Zhao Yan raised his foot and stepped on Yong Shaolan's chest: "Well, as long as I see it, I will take care of it."
"..." Yong Shaolan's eyes darkened. He grabbed Zhao Yan's foot that was kicking him in the chest. The white and tender toes were dripping with moisture, and the skin was burned pink. He touched the dense calf and pinched the calf a few times. Zhao Yan screamed in pain: "What are you doing?"
"Unhappy with me?"
"No," Yong Shaolan took a clean towel and wrapped Zhao Yan's feet.
You owe a fuck.
Yong Shaolan held Zhao Yan's ankle and stood up, lifting his foot to move the wooden basin away. Zhao Yan was thrown over, his buttocks not touching the bed. "What are you doing?"
After a while, Yong Shaolan released the boy's ankles, grabbed his thighs, and forcefully spread them apart, making him pose in a humiliating position: "Slut."
Zhao Yan: “…………”
"Who's flirty? You're the flirty one?"
"Take one with me later. I want to kill that old guy."
"No," he said, his hands still tight, but the thing was limp and couldn't be lifted. "You'll only be a drag, wait here."
"I'll go clean up, you get ready and come back so I can touch you."
After rubbing him for more than ten times, the boy didn't react at all. Yong Shaolan let go of Zhao Yan, pinched his jaw and kissed him.
After entering the room, Zhao Yan rinsed his mouth and drank a lot of honey water, which made his mouth sweet. His tongue licked inch by inch, and his hands unconsciously touched down again, lifted up his sweatshirt, pinched his waist, and continued to move upwards, but Zhao Yan grabbed his wrist in time: "Don't touch the head, it's uncomfortable."
Yong Shaolan bit Zhao Yan's neck and blew a breath of hot air into his ear: "Then give me some reaction?"
"What reaction do you want?" Zhao Yan could feel that Yong Shaolan was angry. He was usually a nice person, but when he was unhappy with him, he would go too far and still not be satisfied.
Zhao Yan: "I can't stand you."
Yong Shaolan's eyes darkened. He pried Zhao Yan's hands apart and touched his waist. Zhao Yan immediately arched his back: "Fuck..."
"abnormal!"
"Big pervert!"
"Yong Shaolan, you're a pervert!"
"I'll deal with you when I get back." Yong Shaolan pulled his hand back and covered the boy with the quilt. "Wait."
Zhao Yan jumped out of bed and looked at Yong Shaolan who was about to leave. "Ask him if he has any accomplices. Don't let any of them go!"
Yong Shaolan didn't say anything, just glanced at Zhao Yan, found a mask from somewhere, and then went out. After a while, Zhao Yan heard Wen Quan's voice next door.
The two of them walked for half an hour before Zhao Yan got out of bed, went downstairs to ask the waiter for a dog-beating stick, and walked in the direction they had walked before.
There were only three or four people chasing them just now. He had seen Wen Quan's kung fu and knew that nearly a hundred Beijing guards were no match for him, so he didn't have to worry about his own safety.
Yong Shaolan didn't want him to go, probably because he was afraid that he would be scared.
You underestimated him.
Zhao Yan walked slowly. The night was dark, the wind howled, and the sound of night watchmen kept drifting past his ears. The various sounds blended together, like the shrill howling of troubled times.
This is a cannibalistic world and a feudal society.
The boy transformed himself into a ranger, and the night became his cloak.
Zhao Yan became much braver.
Well, I'm a little worried about how Yong Shaolan will punish him if he finds out that he sneaked out.
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