"Please stay!" Feng Shu spun around and placed the medicine bowl on the round table in the bedroom, and he sat down at the round table by himself.

"Brother Woyun, what's the matter?" Niu Fu also sat down at the round table, wanting to see what kind of medicine was sold in his gourd?

"Let's talk about what you owe me?"

"Debts?" Niu Fu thought his ears had misheard, "I have never lent you half a dime." "Niu Fu's family is a big business, he is a wealthy family in Qin Guangcheng, he has always lent money to others, and others have never lent him money.

"Did you bring this little girl?"

Niu Fu snorted and replied.

"Hey, I have a name and a surname, my name is Xuanling! not a little girl!" Xuanling was lying on the bed, listening to Fengshu, and he didn't get angry. is obviously such a handsome and beautiful man, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't expect such a discount, and Xuan Ling looked down on him a little bit in his heart.

"Then Xuanling, did you ask me to heal?"

Niu Fu hummed again, he knew that the next sentence was his key.

"You brought her to me, are you responsible for her?"

Only then did Niu Fu understand that the other party was settling this account with him.

"Oh, we've been friends for 60 years. ”

Fengshu didn't eat this, and replied indifferently: "My brother is settling accounts, otherwise you will take her away." ”

"Say, how much?" Niu Fu was obviously ready to be slaughtered.

"I'll treat her, you have to pay for this medicine. "She eats mine and lives on mine, and you have to pay for this food." "I didn't want to save her, but you have to ask me to help, this favor should be repaid." ”

"Okay, let's say, how much anchovy fragrance do you want this time?" This anchovy is a vicious fish unique to the Netherworld, its face is hideous and ferocious, but the blood has a unique fragrance. The wine is made with anchovy blood as an introduction, and the wine is full of aroma and sweet aftertaste.

However, this anchovy lives in a deep lake and dangerous river, and it is extremely difficult to catch it, even experienced fishermen can catch up to five fish a day. Scarcity is expensive, and the restaurant in Qin Guangcheng has implemented a restriction on the sale of anchovy incense, and each person can only buy a maximum of one jar per day. Even so, this anchovy fragrance is often in a state of having nothing in the market.

Niu Fu looked at the three fingers raised in his right hand and asked tentatively, "Three altars?"

Fengshu shook his head, and Niu Fu gritted his teeth and asked, "Thirty altars?"

Fengshu nodded, and Niu Fu roared angrily: "You go to my house to find it, find thirty altars, and I will give them all to you." ”

"I'm not in a hurry, these thirty jars of wine, you just need to remember it. ”

"I—" Niu Fu got angry and got up to leave.

Feng Shu smiled and advised: "You go, if you leave, I will send her to Mrs. Sister-in-law." ”

Niu Fu's big ears moved, and the anger on his face disappeared, and then he begged for mercy: "Good brother, don't worry, just thirty jars of anchovies, I will be lazy." ”

Feng Shu was satisfied, and sent him off, "Brother Niu, go slowly!"

After Niu Fu left, Feng Shu walked thoughtfully towards the kitchen, and when he reappeared, he carried a jar of anchovy incense in his hand.

"Feng Shu !!" Xuan Ling, who was lying on the bed, roared angrily, and Feng Shu stopped and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"You scum, you scum. You actually made a deal with me, I can't spare you, I'm really angry?" "Beat me to death, and you won't make friends with people like you?"

Fengshu ignored her, and went to the living room with the wine, and he sat down at the table and poured himself glass after drink.

Drunk and confused, he unconsciously walked to the bedroom again, he was very puzzled, obviously he hated her very much, but he couldn't help but come to visit her.

She did bear a lot of resemblance to his deceased sister in personality.

But she is not Feng Feng Xiao, and he will not project his feelings for Feng Feng Xiao onto Xuan Ling's body.

So what is the reason for the germination and passion in his heart?

Before Fengshu could figure it out, the sleeping Xuanling opened his eyes in a daze.

"Is it my delusion?" Xuan Ling said to herself, and in the hazy she seemed to feel someone standing in front of the bed looking at her.

"Well, forget it, it must be my delusion. I don't want to see that nasty ghost!" After saying this, Xuanling fell asleep again.

These four huts are arranged in a recumbent convex shape.

The room where Xuan Ling lives now is the master bedroom, the living room on the left side of the master bedroom, the second bedroom on the right side of the master bedroom, and the kitchen opposite the master bedroom.

Hurriedly hid in the second bedroom of Fengshu, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, if he hadn't slipped away in time, he would have almost been discovered by Xuanling just now.

When the lights were rising, Fengshu boiled porridge for her.

"Fengshu, do you drink so much wine every day?"

"What's the matter with you, come to dinner!" Fengshu has his own encirclement, he doesn't like others to enter for no reason, and he doesn't need the sudden attention of others.

He scooped a lump of porridge with a spoon and put it in her mouth.

Hahaha...

Xuanling couldn't help but spit out, this porridge was too hot, sticking to his tongue like sticking to a coal.

"What are you doing? Where did I mess with you? You want to do this to me?"

"Shut up about my business, don't worry about it, how can you have such a problem all day long. You're like a fly, you're noisy!" Feng Shu got up and put his rice bowl on the dresser, he roared at the air, it didn't seem like he was saying it to Xuanling, it was more like saying it to himself.

After his mood was stable and the porridge was almost cold, Fengshu sat back in front of the bed and fed her without a sound.

After the meal, when Fengshu came out of the kitchen again, he carried another jar of anchovy in his hand.

Xuan Ling stared at Fang Wa in a daze, watched him coming, and hurriedly shouted: "Fengshu..."

Feng Shu was stunned for a moment, frowned, and looked at her indifferently.

"That, my injury, how long will it take to heal?" Xuan Ling had nothing to say.

"Do you hate me? Why don't you ignore me? Or did I make you angry?" Xuan Ling saw him turn around and leave, she really couldn't bear it, and poured out all the grievances in her stomach today.

"Who do you think you are and why should I take care of your emotions. Rest early, it's none of your business, I'm going to drink. ”

The oil lamps are dim, the wine has been drunk, the night is deep, and the moon has risen in the sky.

Fengshu unconsciously stepped in front of Xuanling's bed, and the bright moon entered the window, half smearing the light, and impartially hit her sleeping cheek.

Fengshu twisted up the quilt that had been kicked open and gently covered her.

In the blink of an eye, as if in a different world, he seemed to return to the past. In the past, he often got up at night, and often pulled the quilt for his sister like this.

It's just that he can't go back, and when his sister dies, she dies in front of him.

Fengshu looked up and looked at the cool moonlight, with an indescribable sadness.