Chapter 203 Ancient Literature (VI)
Because of the rain, the hot and dry weather finally cooled down a bit. Chu Yun was enjoying a bite of meat and a big steamed bun. When he looked up, he saw Duan Fuqing sitting opposite him looking at him.
Chu Yun couldn't help but ask:
"What's wrong?"
After asking, he realized that no one could understand what he said, so he lowered his head and continued eating. After he finished eating, someone came to collect the leftovers. The pastries on the table were cold and hard, but better than steamed bread. He nibbled them bit by bit as a dessert after the meal. The good thing was that they were sweet enough, otherwise Chu Yun would not be able to eat them.
Duan Fuqing really thought that this was a reincarnation of a pig spirit. How could he eat so much? He ate almost three of the four dishes on the table, plus two steamed buns. These were not enough. He could even finish the disgusting osmanthus cake.
"Are you a piggy?"
After he asked this question, the little pig nodded and smiled.
Duan Fuqing couldn't hold it in any longer:
"Haha... interesting, you really are a pig? Then can I call you a pig from now on?"
Maybe because the speech was a bit long this time, the pig tilted his head with a confused look.
He looked at the smug little pig opposite him. His long hair was still wet after bathing, and a few strands of hair were dangling disobediently around his cheeks. The itchy little pig kept scratching at it with his hands.
The material of the pajamas provided by the inn was not very good, but it was new. The white pajamas matched with his soft leather clothes looked a little hazy and ambiguous in the candlelight, and every exposed part was smooth and delicate.
This little pig really looks like a young master. In such a backward small county, if he hadn't met him, he would have been eaten alive by those ruffians.
The little pig was still looking at him stupidly.
Duan Fuqing also became interested and called his servant to ask for pen and ink.
He has always been an excellent painter and is well-known in the capital. The rough rice paper and the slightly smelly ink did not affect Duan Fuqing's movements at all.
He quickly drew a silly little pig eating cakes. If you look closely, you can see the tiny light in the pig's eyes.
"This is you."
Even if Chu Yun didn't understand, he wasn't blind. This nasty Duan Fuqing was calling him a pig. Was it really necessary to humiliate him like this just because he ate a little of his food?!
A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. He raised his head angrily and met Duan Fuqing's smiling eyes.
Chu Yun also knew that Duan Fuqing was playing with him.
He reached out to ask for the brush, and Duan Fuqing raised his eyebrows and gave it to Chu Yun.
Chu Yun drew a cartoon fox on it, with a sly grin and wearing a robe embroidered with a green bamboo.
After finishing the drawing, Chu Yun shook his head in dissatisfaction. The brush was still too difficult to use. He was very good at drawing simple drawings with a pencil before.
ใI didn't realize you had this skill.ใ
Chu Yun's painting is indeed good. Ji Ai sketched out an anthropomorphic fox without pursuing details, as long as it is pictographic.
"Hehe, I was just learning from a blogger when I was bored, but now I'm not very good at it."
Chu Yun raised his little head proudly, and became very excited when he was praised.
Duan Fuqing recognized that the fox was himself because bamboo was embroidered on his clothes during the day.
He had never seen such painting skills before. It was neat and clear. With just a few strokes, the little fox was brought to life, and the vividness seemed to jump out of the paper.
Duan Fuqing felt that the piglet opposite might not be a fool, he just couldn't communicate with them in the same language.
Duan Fuqing figured it out and wanted the little pig to write down their writings so that he could study them.
But then he thought, he already knows the languages โโof the neighboring countries, and he won't need to learn them anyway, so there's no point wasting energy...
Thinking of this, he suddenly came to his senses. He was actually playing with this little beggar.
The beggar opposite was still drawing, like an addict, one moment a kitten, the next a puppy.
"Stop playing and go to sleep."
Damn it, this little beggar could disturb his mind. Duan Fuqing secretly swore in his heart again that he would send him to another courtyard when he returned to the capital.
Chu Yun saw Duan Fuqing yawning and walking towards the bed, and knew that he was going to sleep, so he also raised his foot and followed him.
As soon as Duan Fuqing got on the bed, Chu Yun half-knelt and wanted to climb up, but was restrained by a force on his shoulders.
Chu Yun didn't understand what this was for, and the doubt in his big eyes was obvious.
"Go down and sleep."
Chu Yun didn't understand and continued to climb hard.
Duan Fuqing held his shoulder with one hand and pointed at the mattress and then at the floor with the other.
Chu Yun: ...
"Damn it, Duan Fuqing actually made me sleep on the floor!"
Chu Yun felt so wronged. Duan Fuqing's bed was so big, couldn't he sleep on it too?! They were just having fun together.
"Please let me go upstairs and sleep..."
Duan Fuqing didn't understand either, but he could see the unwillingness and pleading in the little beggar's eyes.
But how could a master and a servant sleep in the same bed? He was already doing a great favor by letting him in.
Besides...just now, the little beggar leaned over, and he saw everything through the loose collar. Although it was nothing for men to see, Duan Fuqing inexplicably felt uncomfortable.
So he shook his head and said firmly: "No!"
Chu Yunsheng was completely lost. Was Duan Fuqing really the kindhearted man described in the novel? Could he have been replaced?
He picked up the quilt and spread it on the ground. He had been squatting on the street for most of the day and had eaten a lot of carbohydrates at night, so he was already sleepy. He saw Duan Fuqing lying on the bed above with his eyes closed as if he was asleep, so he blew out the light and went to sleep too.
The summer nights after the rain were very cool and the quilt was thick. Chu Yun felt very comfortable sleeping on the floor and even made a small snoring sound.
Duan Fuqing opened his eyes after tossing and turning. A beggar is a beggar, he can't even sleep well. He regretted letting the little beggar in, even though the little beggar's snoring was as soft as a cat's.
It was even more obvious in the silent night. Duan Fuqing didn't know why he couldn't fall asleep, and he couldn't push the little beggar awake.
The ground must be very cold after the rain... He couldn't help but look at the little beggar again, and when he realized what he was thinking, he rolled over again.
"state!"
Hit the headboard.
Duan Fuqing was so angry that he lifted the quilt and covered the little beggar on the ground with it.
"Don't freeze to death you lazy pig!"
It was amazing. After covering the little beggar with a blanket, I felt much better. He fell asleep after just one hour of tossing and turning.
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