Reborn as a thief and a husband

Chapter 82

The boy called 'Brother Qiao' didn't think there was anything shameful about it, he held his head high and said, "It took me a lot of effort to bring him out, but luckily I tore off my clothes in advance and bandaged him, otherwise Now he can bleed to death!"

All the way here with the benefactor on his back, even though the benefactor was in a coma, the scorching tears kept dripping into his collar like beads with a broken thread. With a little pity, why is this person who can knock down several fierce men so sad?

"Hey, Qiaozi, this guy looks better than you, hey." The fat man laughed a few times, drooling from the corner of his mouth, and was pushed away by Chu Qiaofei in disgust: "Go, go, don't get his idea , he is a man!"

"You said that he saved you, which means that he may have martial arts, and his skills are good, um, he is useful." The young man with a pair of fox eyes was about the same age as Chu Qiaofei, rubbing his chin like a little adult, and analyzing it first Should this person be thrown away while unconscious or stay and share the food with them.

"Ah Xiang, do you think people are divided into two types, those who are useful and those who are not?" Chu Qiao raised his forehead, there was nothing he could do with these good friends.

"By the way, the person who chased you...is your little mother?" Ah Xiang was the smartest of them, even if he analyzed the enemy's situation for his friends.

"It should be her," Chu Qiaofei nodded, and his expression became serious. "This time, it seems that she is going to kill me. Anyway, my mother is dead long ago, and I am also an adult. If I disappear, she will probably fabricate it." Show my father a letter from me when I ran away from home, if everything goes well, then her son will become the heir to all the property of the Chu family."

"Hmph, your little mother is really not a thing, so your father won't suspect it?" A Xiang regards Chu Qiaofei as a close friend, so there is no need to be tactful in some words.

"My father? He has been fascinated by her for a long time. If she wants the stars in the sky, she wants to pick them off for her. Can he not believe what she said? Anyway, I really can't stay in that house."

Disappointment climbed up the childish eyebrows, and Chu Qiaofei drooped his shoulders, unwilling to accept his fate.

Yin'er patted him on the shoulder sensiblely, hugged him, and comforted him: "Brother Qiao, don't be sad, you still have us, we will not abandon you."

"Well, there's us." The fat man nodded heavily.

The shrewd Ah Xiang said: "The jade pendant on your waist is priceless, and there is something good hidden in the brocade bag around your neck. The clothes are all custom-made in Xiushou Pavilion, the boots are inlaid with gems, and the earrings are left by your mother." The relics seem to be made of pure silver," he continued after analyzing the black lines of the crowd, "Of course, because you are my friend, even if you don't have these things, I will take you in."

"Well, thank you." Chu Qiaofei wiped his face, his depressed mood improved a lot, "I'll watch over him tonight, everyone, let's rest."

"Brother Qiao, let me go with you." Yin'er leaned over and said to him with her little face up.

Touching Yin'er's head, Chu Qiaofei said with a smile: "No, Yin girl, go and sleep with Ai Yezhu, leaning against him to sleep warm."

Knowing that the fox Ah Xiang liked Yin'er, but saying that on purpose, Chu Qiaofei was not surprised to see Ah Xiang's darkened face, and couldn't help laughing.

After arguing for a while, they each fell asleep in their own straw nests. The straw nests were covered with bedding given by kind people and stolen, which were soft and comfortable to sleep on.

Before dawn the next day, Nan Feng was awakened by a nightmare. In the dream, he saw Lu Ziye with many swords and knives stuck in his body, and he was lying straight in a pool of blood. His wide-open phoenix eyes were full of anger and anger. Monstrous hatred.

Opening his eyes, his whole body was heavy, and the calf of his two legs was still twitching slightly.

The surrounding area was dark, exuding a strange atmosphere, he struggled to sit up, but accidentally touched something warm and soft.

"Ah yo..." There was a small cry of pain, followed by a figure, his open black eyes flickered with light, stared at him for a while while rubbing his tender hand, and said cautiously : "You... are you awake? Is the wound still hurting? Is there any other discomfort?"

As soon as he said that, the memory before coma became clearer.

Nanfeng's mouth was bitter, and he had shed countless tears. The corners of his eyes were so dry that they were tight. He rubbed his eyes hard, and said in a hoarse voice, "My legs hurt, and I can't seem to stand up."

"Oh, let me see."

The figure quickly got out from the thick and warm blanket, put on some clothes indiscriminately, and went to light a candle. With the light of the fire that suddenly lit up, Nanfeng discovered that this place turned out to be a temple.

It is still a temple of the God of Wealth. The God of Wealth is smiling kindly, holding a cornucopia in his right hand and a jade ruyi in his left hand. There are rich tributes in front of the table. They sleep next to the statue of the God of Wealth, behind the thick pillars.

The young man with the candle holder came over lightly, knelt on the thick straw covered with the quilt, and after putting the candle holder away, he went to lift his quilt.

Nan Feng flinched, resisting the stranger's touch for a while, but the young man seemed not to notice his abnormality, and cautiously rolled up his trouser legs, exposing his straight calf and bare knee.

[113] Ignorance is bliss

The calf is not as rough as ordinary boys, but white and delicate, only the ankles are stained with a lot of dust, which should be caused by running.

After careful inspection, it was found that there was no obvious wound on the leg. The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and pinched his hand again, stiff as a stone, and whispered to him: "The blood is not smooth, I will wipe it for you with white wine." , Baijiu invigorates the blood."

"Yeah." It's too bad not to be able to stand up, now I can only trouble this stranger first.

Nan Feng closed his eyes, feeling extremely tired, he didn't want to think about anything, he didn't want to do anything, without him, his whole body would be bad.

He doesn't regret not seeing him for the last time, because he always feels that everything that happened is so unreal. If he is a good person, he will be gone if he says he is gone?How can it be!So he can't be overwhelmed by these 'visions', maybe he wakes up and finds that these are all absurd dreams?

... To put it bluntly, it's just self-deception.

The cool feeling spreads on the legs, not only the calves, but also the thighs are too hard, and he can't even do such a simple movement, the young man wipes him carefully over and over again, the friction generates heat, and the stagnant blood Slowly it began to flow again.

Every time that dexterous hand reached into the trouser leg to wipe his thigh, the blush on the boy's face deepened, but fortunately, under the light of the bright candlelight, it was not so abrupt.

"Try it this time, how about it?" He wiped it several times before he stopped, and asked Nan Feng out of exhaustion.

Nanfeng moved, and the feeling of soreness, numbness and itching mixed with a little movement and the feeling of being overwhelmed by death was mostly eliminated. He nodded and thanked in a low voice: "It's much better, thank you."

"Don't be polite to me, you are my benefactor, I should do this, eh? Where are you going!"

Seeing him staggering up, turning around and about to go out, the young man hastily grabbed his hem, ran up to him and said anxiously: "Your injury is not healed yet, can you stop running around?!"

Nanfeng paused, and said, "I want to relieve myself."

"..."

I don't know where he is not reassuring, so the boy just followed him to relieve himself, and solved his own personal problems along the way. On the way back, the boy took the initiative to start the conversation: "Hey, that... My name is Chu Qiaofei, what's your name?"

Because the benefactor's expression was too cold when he first met him, his eyes were too calm and his temperament was too calm, so he mistakenly thought that his benefactor was older than himself. As a result, he took advantage of the morning light and saw that benefactor... so tender...

"Nanfeng." He really didn't have the strength or thought to care about anyone or anything now, but because this person was so enthusiastic about helping him, Nanfeng still responded honestly.

"Nanfeng...a name you should remember!" Chu Qiaofei smiled friendly, seeing the gloomy looks of the people around him, he couldn't stop laughing, and turned to concern: "Nanfeng, I can call you that, you ...Is there anything unhappy? Why don't you say it, although I may not be able to help you, but at least you will feel better in your heart, okay?"

Chu Qiaofei lost his mother, who was his biggest backer since he was a child, and his father was not romantic by nature, but no matter how good a man is, he can't stand the temptation of beauty. In addition, that woman is very scheming, even a humble concubine is now the head of the family. The mother is bossy at the Chu family.

So Chu Qiaofei, who has lost his mother's love and father's love one after another, knows how to warm and take care of himself, and the words and methods that can warm himself can get good results when used on others. That's how partners are.

It was the first heart-warming words he heard since hearing the bad news that also severely exposed his scars. Nanfeng thought that his dry eyes were quickly soaked by the water again. Tears forced back.

I don't know what to think of, he suddenly burst into a smile that made people want to cry, turned his head, and looked straight at him, "The person I like is dead, do you believe it?"

Do you believe it?I do not believe.

Fear, panic, helplessness, and bewilderment can all be seen in those moist eyes.

I really want... I really want to immediately hold this wounded person in my arms, pat him on the back, and comfort him.

The hands under the wide sleeves clenched into fists unconsciously, Chu Qiaofei only showed a hint of this