It seemed that a stone fell from Jing Lin's heart, which made his thoughts cloudy, like a wave. He said with lingering fear: "You debt collector."
Cang Ji was at a loss: "I haven't asked for it yet."
Jing Lin grabbed the silver bead and said, "I don't care what Qian Yu wants to do."
"Hey," Cang Ji said, sitting upright, "That's not what you said just now."
"I can only hear this sentence." Jing Lin got up, "Let's go."
Cang Ji took a step with his long legs and blocked Jing Lin's side, and the two went out together. Cang Ji stood under the shed and opened his umbrella, sighed, and said bleakly, "I knew you were very cunning."
"You've gone beyond that."
The two entered the rain side by side, and Cang Ji said, "Here we go to Three Streets, there is a field of smoke and willows. Jingxiang used to haunt there, and Qianyu was probably there."
"He's trying to get close to Liu Chengde." Jing Lin said, "It can't be revealed, and it can't be a big fan."
"Since Qian Yu has obtained Zuo Qingzhou's letterbox, then he must know that Chu Lun has admired this Master Liu very much. If he wants to know about Liu Chengde, why not go to Chu Lun directly?" Cang Ji asked.
"Not bad." Jing Lin said, "but he would rather leave the near and seek far than find Chu Lun."
Cang Ji suddenly said: "Could it be that he already knew about the pen demon's modification of the life tree?"
"Not only that." Jing Lin wrung the corner of his robe, "He doesn't trust Chu Lun, maybe he learned something, and regards Chu Lun as the other party's person."
"Let me justify it." Cang Ji said, "Ten years ago, Chu Lun recommended Liu Chengde to Zuo Qingzhou in his last letter and told Zuo Qingzhou to consider this person carefully, because with the strength of the two of them, it was impossible for him to do so. Promote these cases to continue. It is said that there are people in the DPRK who are good at doing things, so Zuo Qingzhou worshipped Liu Chengde as a teacher, and in the name of teachers and students, let Liu Chengde also participate in the investigation of the two of them. But then the situation was critical, Zuo Qingzhou and Chu Lun lost the news, but Liu Chengde was able to enter and leave Zuo Qingzhou's house as usual. Why would Zuo Qingzhou believe in this Liu Chengde?"
"It was probably Liu Chengde who brought him the rare news." Jing Lin said, "The best way to win the trust of others is to prove that you are on the same road with him. This case is not dared to be investigated, and the local government cannot deliver it. Some of them made a special trip to cover up. If Liu Chengde, as the inspectorate, provided information that Zuo Qingzhou could not get, he had already made it clear that he was willing to take the risk of losing his head to participate in it. strangeness."
"Could it be that Chu Lun really belongs to the other party?" Cang Ji pondered, "The pen demon has always refused to tell the truth about the cause of death on Chu Lun's original life tree. What other articles are there?"
"He doesn't look like..." Jing Lin hesitated, "As Yining's pen, Le Yan would not want to share in the dirt. He liked Chu Lun, mostly because of Chu Lun's righteousness. It's just that in the case of Zuo Qingzhou. Chu Lun is full of flaws, and the fact that he admires Liu Chengde so much makes me puzzled."
"What do you mean." Cang Ji said, "Shouldn't Chu Lun push him? But I do have doubts. Chu Lun is far away in Dongxiang and is a commoner. How could he know Liu Chengde, who is also a high-ranking person in Beijing."
Jinglin stepped over the water and said: "You don't know what is going on in the court of mortals. Although Liu Chengde has reached the third rank, his position is the Zuo Fudu Yushi of the Inspectorate. He has both the opportunity to inspect the place and the inspector. The responsibility of the officials in the capital. If he behaves upright, then it is exactly what Zuo Qingzhou and Chu Lun asked at the time."
"Then why are you puzzled?"
"What I don't understand is that." Jinglin frowned and said, "Liu Chengde's appearance is too suitable, it's like a heavenly help sent on a special trip. The so-called extreme will reverse, doesn't Chu Lun feel different?"
"If Chu Lun is the other party's person." Cang Ji said, "This trip is to push the boat along the river and send Zuo Qingri a ride."
"It's not right." Jing Lin said, "If he is the opponent's person, he won't fail the two examinations. Since the opponent has already covered the sky with one hand, it is more than enough to mention him on the list."
"It's a mess." Cang Ji was vaguely confused, "Why does this case get more and more dead as we investigate."
The two had crossed the street, and Jinglin reached out to catch the rain. Seeing that the raindrops were sparse, he said, "But I already know one thing."
"Um?"
"As a third-grade censor, there are not many people in Beijing who can control him and drive him under his command. Push it up, and there are only a few people left." It's a memory, "Speaking of which, I've investigated cases like this before."
"How long ago was it?" Cang Ji stopped and looked at him sideways.
Jing Lin said: "Five hundred years ago, maybe earlier."
"Lin Songjun kills demons and removes demons, and still manages the case?" Cang Ji was very interested.
Jing Lin looked up at the sky and said, "Because the case is very involved, all the people I know are involved in it."
"What about you?" Cang Ji asked.
Jing Lin retracted his fingers into his sleeves and said to Cang Ji, "I'm not important."
Cang Ji felt that he seemed to be different, so he lengthened his voice and seemed to understand: "Have you finally checked it out?"
Jing Lin stepped out of the umbrella and did not answer. Cang Ji looked at him with an umbrella, inexplicably felt that the case he was talking about was inseparable from the father. Jinglin's shoulders and backs were smooth, and Cang Ji recalled his youth. The young man with the silver crown and white robe can still smile when he looks back, like a real person.
Jing Lin couldn't hear his footsteps, so he looked back at him.
"If you smile at me." Cang Ji closed the umbrella and said to Jing Lin, "You don't have to make any promises, I will come to collect the debt."
The rain has stopped, the clouds are gradually opening, and the sun is swaying over the net rain. He seemed unable to bear such a strong temperature, and took a step back, trying to avoid it. Unexpectedly, Cang Ji raised his arm and grabbed his shoulder, leading him forward in a wrong step.
"Let's go." Cang Ji said, "I smell the incense."
The incense of the classics was layered between the fat incense, and Cang Ji sneezed continuously all the way. He dragged Jing Lin's sleeves to cover his mouth and nose, his eyes were red from the smell of fat powder, and he couldn't bear it. When Jinglin was talking with the prostitute, he stood behind and stared at others with his eyes, which made the prostitute's heart skip a beat.
"Where are we going?" Seeing that Jinglin was about to step upstairs, Cang Ji hurriedly dragged his sleeves and asked in a muffled voice.
"Go in." Jinglin turned to look at him, "Tonight, Liu Chengde may also come to the banquet. I'm afraid Qian Yu will hide it and want to get closer..."
Cang Ji rubbed him into his arms indiscriminately, raised his shoulders and arms against the passionate girls, and said with a sullen head, "Change your face."
Jinglin sneered at him with his peach eyes, and said, "Dongjun only cares about jealousy but not love among women."
Cang Ji was about to argue when he felt that some slender hand had twisted his lower back, making him horrified, and immediately pushed and hugged Jing Lin upstairs. The two squeezed out the pile of fat powder and fell into the wave of men again.
The boys in the building were born with red lips and white teeth, as tender as onions. Cang Ji climbed into the building and fell in, and felt that his back was being touched, and he heard people laughing: "What a sturdy lord!"
Cang Ji's hair is about to explode, but he has no hair, and his scales are about to explode. After finally getting someone into the cubicle, he saw that a few people were about to follow him from the outside.
"What's the matter?" Cang Ji poured tea to clear his throat, "The men who go to the brothel have a thin waist!"
Jinglin saw that the second floor had been surrounded by curtains for a week, and the hall was vacated by a half-person high platform, which meant making a big fuss at night. The compartments are tightly pinched, except for the thin two-sided screens and vertical curtains, which basically can't block anything. He sat down at the table and said, "That's in the building."
"In the building?" Cang Ji also sat next to Jinglin, next to the flower scroll bottle. He leaned back and swayed, pinched his breathless nose, and said, "Why, men are still looking for men."
There was laughter from the side, and a few waiters had not waited for your master, and boldly replied: "It's a lot more fun for a man to find a man. Would you like to try one?"
Cang Ji crossed his legs and said, "What's the fun, let's hear it."
The waiters laughed together across the screen, pointed to the sultry figures drawn one by one on the screen, and said, "What kind of fun can you have? Just order one, and we will wait for you one by one. I'm sure you will come downstairs. It's floating away."
Cang Ji smiled: "Who let who floats, maybe I haven't seen the real trick."
"Then you can let people have a taste of floating." The waiter pressed against the screen and flicked his finger at Cang Ji's position, as if pulling a soul.
Cang Ji raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jinglin. Jing Lin was stirring the sour soup without raising his head. Cang Ji leaned over, put his arm on Jing Lin's back, and asked, biting his ear, "Do you want one?"
Jing Lin looked at him coldly and said, "Okay."
Cang Ji's fingers tripped over Jing Lin's fingers, snatched the spoon from his fingers, raised his hand and drank his sour plum soup, and said loudly, "Unfortunately today, I have already wrapped a cold noodle chef. Son."
Booing from behind the screen, Jing Lin took the spoon back and pushed it away from his arm. Cang Ji leaned back in his chair, no longer making trouble, his mouth was full of sour taste. He breathed lightly and said, "It's very sour."
Jinglin looked at the empty bowl and put the spoon down.
Cang Ji supported his head and asked, "What is Qian Yu and Zuo Qingzhou? Is that the same?"
"It's different." Jing Lin said, "There is a difference between being loved and playing."
Cang Ji instead asked, "Do you like men or women?"
Jing Lin really turned the bowl and thought about it, and said, "I don't feel anything."
Cang Ji thought of Jing Lin's breathing in the virtual realm for no reason. He touched the tea and drank it again. I want to ask if you didn't hate it when we were Qian Yu and Zuo Qingzhou. But he still doesn't understand what Zuo Qingzhou and Qian Yu are going to do, what can they do when they take off their clothes
Boiled to eat
The lights in the hall went out, and people appeared on the stage. It was only now that Jinglin figured out what he was doing tonight. It was the old rules of this building, the store for new children. But can Qian Yu meet Liu Chengde when he comes here
Jing Lin wiped the sweat from his fingertips and waited patiently.
Cang Ji fell into the darkness, kicking the flower scroll bottle out of boredom. He took out a few rolls at random, and when he opened it, he couldn't see clearly, so he raised his hand to meet the light.
Jinglin didn't pay attention to what Cang Ji was doing, he felt the tea and wanted to add a cup to himself, but saw Cang Ji sitting up straight and facing him.
Jing Lin asked cautiously, "Huh?"
Cang Ji opened his arms "sharply", pulled out a scroll of paintings, and showed it to Jing Lin, saying, "Is this what they were going to do that day?"
Jinglin tilted his head slightly, looked at it, and immediately choked out with tea. His ears were red and red, and he raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed, his face flushed from the cough.
Cang Ji couldn't see it clearly, so he got closer and said, "Can you see clearly?"
Stone suddenly jumped onto the table, covered his face and turned around, slammed his head into Cang Ji's arm, and shoved the painting back. Cang Ji refused, raised his arms, shook his chair and said, "I will say that you have never done it with others." He pondered, "How can you call someone like this..."
Jinglin blocked his mouth with the cake in one hand, Cang Ji raised his head and started to eat, but pulled his wrist instead. Cang Ji held Jing Lin's wrist with his fingers, his knees caught Jing Lin's pulled waist, stared at him and said, "The last time you kissed me in the water, that's what you meant by kissing me—do you mean to rip off my clothes? "
Jing Lin turned his wrist and patted Cang Ji's fingers, and Cang Ji's knees tightened, and he could smell his breath.
"Tell me." Cang Ji sprayed with heat, "Do you want to?"
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Jing Lin → Cang Ji, I (Lin) laugh when I see you (Ji), the rain is over and the sky is fine.