Brow of a Thousand Calamities Chapter 44: Flag vertical and horizontal 03

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"Master, this river is very shallow. Even if you jump in, you will only hit your head and bleed. It is far away from your wish to be submerged in the vast expanse of blue waves. Disciple, I advise you, if you want to jump, you must first buy A horse gallops eight hundred miles east, and then finds a place with beautiful scenery, blue water, and high cliffs before jumping off. The first reason is that it will die; the second reason is that it is worthy of your elegant style, Master. , the identity of being loved by thousands of people..." Suddenly someone spoke behind him, Fang Pingzhai had finished playing a song at some point, and Shi Shiran was standing behind him.

Liu Yan was unmoved. He had long been used to Fang Pingzhai talking nonsense, but as soon as Fang Pingzhai opened his mouth, he suddenly found that he had wandered far away. What he was thinking was far away from the antidote to the Oranguki Jiuxin Pill, and he deviated from the direction again. It would be nice if he had the willpower like Ali, but he didn't.

"Master—Master—" Fang Pingzhai circled around him twice, "Would you like to eat grilled chicken or fish tonight? There is rice in the house, but it's just you and me, two grown men. Cooking with firewood is too troublesome, and your good apprentice, my barbecue skills are at the pinnacle and unparalleled in the world..."

"Shut up!" Liu Yan said impatiently. After a while, he asked calmly, "What do you want to eat?"

"Master, do you have the patience to make fish porridge? Haha, the taste of the fish porridge you made last time was really fascinating." Fang Pingzhai had the red feather fan stuck behind his neck, holding a drumstick in his hand, and smelled Yan twirled the drumstick around his wrist several times, knowing that Liu Yan planned to cook tonight. Although this master has an ugly and cold face, and although his temper is sinister and hard, he is actually kind-hearted. As long as you pester him and make more demands of him, and say it once, twice, three, or four times, no matter what the request is, he will agree to it in the end. .

Master is a good person...

Fang Pingzhai hummed a little tune and sat fishing by the stream. If there were no beautiful women in the world and if the master turned into a beautiful woman, this kind of life could continue until his son gave birth to a son and his grandson gave birth to a grandson...

Liu Yan lit the firewood in the house. He had never been good at this kind of work. Every time he lit a fire, he produced thick smoke that filled the house. Today was no exception. When Fang Pingzhai caught the fourth fish, he finally lit the firewood, and found that the reason why it couldn't be lit was that Fang Pingzhai stuffed the branches with ice and snow into the stove, and the snow melted and wet the firewood, so it couldn't light and started to smoke again. Thick smoke. He was a little angry, not sure if Fang Pingzhai did it on purpose, but after being angry for a while, the anger dissipated on its own.

Fang Pingzhai was not bad to him. Although he just wanted to learn the art of sound killing, at least he was a person who rarely bothered him, and he often did not get angry even when he was angry with him.

He set up the clay pot, put down the soaked rice, and stood by the stove, spending most of the time in a daze.

When the man stepped into Jihe Villa, he saw the house full of white smoke. Fang Pingzhai was happily fishing by the stream, while bursts of half-black and half-white smoke drifted from the window cracks, chimney and door of the house. She was startled, and Yu Tuan'er's eyes widened. When they broke into the kitchen together, they saw Liu Yan who was cooking porridge.

He didn't care that the fire under the stove was not burning brightly, nor did he care about the black and white smoke filling the room. He just stood by the stove, looking at a pot of slightly rolling rice grains.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Yu Tuan'er laughed, rushed over and grabbed his hand, "Are you ready? I'm hungry." Liu Yan was startled, and turned around. Seeing the man standing at the door holding Fengfeng, Yu Tuan'er was smiling at him, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Fengfeng was choked by the smoke in the room and coughed. She pointed her little finger at Liu Yan and shouted, "Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad..." That person couldn't help but smile, "I'll do it. "She handed Fengfeng to Yu Tuan'er and said softly, "You go out for a walk. I'll call you when the porridge is ready."

The expression on Liu Yan's face was unclear, but his eyes were alternately happy and angry. He suddenly said coldly, "Did Tang Lici ask you to come?" Yu Tuan'er cheered, "Yes! I originally thought He's a bad guy! It turns out he's a good guy. He asked Brother Yu to send us here!" She looked at the pot of half-cooked porridge. "What are you doing?" She hugged Fengfeng. Fengfeng kept coughing while leaning against the pot. Liuyan suddenly dropped the spoon and walked out on crutches.

Yu Tuan'er immediately followed him, Liu Yan limped, she held Fengfeng with one hand and supported Liu Yan with the other, walking as briskly as a swallow.

They went to the woods outside the door.

The man pulled out the wet firewood, scooped some water out of the water tank, and immersed the smoking firewood in the water. There was much less smoke in the kitchen, and when it became clearer, everything around seemed suddenly empty. She turned up the fire, put the lid on the pot, and looked around. There were no vegetables, eggs, green onions, or **** in the kitchen. A bottle of salt and a pot of oil were cold and deserted on the table, and salt was sprinkled everywhere. Yes, the oil also covered most of the stove.

She suddenly felt very warm and wanted to smile, but she only raised her eyebrows slightly. After a while, that smile turned into a touch of sadness, and she remembered Liu Yan's original face. He was bossy, willful and cold in the romantic shop. He had been infatuated and admired by countless girls, and his piano and his His flute, his pipa, his poetic talent and painting talent...

He was only one step away from taking over the world.

Now that he was disfigured and disabled, with all his martial arts skills lost, he stood in front of the stove cooking porridge, but he did not feel any resentment.

The temperature of the flame under the stove slowly rose, and she felt warm again. The past events buried deep in her heart seemed to be pulled away one by one with this warmth. The sad and arrogant Liu Yan imprinted in the memory gradually faded away, and the cold child hidden deep in the heart seemed to be gradually forgotten. He... made people feel warmer than Tang Lici, but maybe he I don't know.

The porridge in the pot was fluttering. She opened the lid and slowly stirred it with a spoon. Fang Pingzhai brought a bunch of live fish in. She smiled at him, and Fang Pingzhai smiled back, "Beauty, beauty..." He went about scraping the scales and removing the belly of the fish, "I got seven live fish. What do you think about grilling the big fish and making porridge with the small fish?" The man laughed, "If you don't mind, you can also make fish soup. Brother Fang, leave it alone, I'll make it." Fang Pingzhai chuckled, "Actually, Master. The food tastes good if you cook it yourself. I thought you would be happy to see him in the kitchen. "That person was startled. "Happy?" Fang Pingzhai laughed, "Women don't like to watch men do it. Kitchen? It means this man is caring and patient, warm and romantic." The man whispered, "Warm and romantic?" She smiled at Fang Pingzhai, "Actually, I have never expected what a man should be like. ”

"Haha, man -" Fang Pingzhai responded with a smile, "Really, he is actually quite good like Master. He is a good person and has no intentions. He only gets angry at himself. Although he often wants to jump into the sea, he is stuck on what he should do. Don't dare to jump before things are done..." Before he could finish speaking, the man smiled again, "Brother Fang is always very insightful." She sighed slightly, "I used to think Liu Yan was not good. He is too willful and doesn't care about what others think. Sometimes he seems to not care about anyone's life or death. When he commands the servants in white and red, he is as cold as if the women are not fighting for him. He should be a very cold person. " After a pause, she whispered, "But actually he is not. I think he just wants to learn Mr. Tang's way of manipulating the situation and his viciousness, but... he just harmed himself and others. ”

"Haha," Fang Pingzhai made a half circle around her and faced the door, "Others were harmed by him, but he only died. He harmed himself and didn't even dare to die."

He just left like this.

Looking at his back, Brother Fang is a mysterious person. Although his martial arts is not invincible, both Yu Honghou and Gui Mudan hope that he can join the romantic shop.

Why is that? Brother Fang is obviously gentle towards others, and he may have other motives for many things, but he does not harbor any ill will toward anyone.

For such a person, why do Yu Honghou and Gui Mudan insist that he join the romantic shop?