Un joven enfermizo que viaja a la época de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 9

Patches of lush green rice paddies

Watercolors, crayons, and kaleidoscopes

I can't draw that rainbow on the horizon.

When will I be able to act like an older student?

Di has a mature and grown-up face.

Looking forward to the holiday

Looking forward to tomorrow

A childhood longing to grow up

Day after day, year after year

A childhood longing to grow up

(Luo Dayou - Childhood)

After I finished singing, he frowned even more, even more so than before. He asked, "What kind of folk tune is this?"

"How's my new version?" I squatted down beside him, eager for a reward. He glanced at me indifferently and said, "Not bad." I was so angry I wanted to scratch his face.

"No, it sounds great." Zi Mo fanned himself with his clothes, wiped the sweat from his handsome face, and comforted my wounded heart.

When I was halfway through my song, they rolled back, and the final score was 4 to 3. Wu Hui and Zi Mo had 4, Chou Qian and Ren Yao had 3, and I won.

Chou Qian wiped the barely visible water from his cheeks and parted his noble lips slightly to say:

New leaves flutter, a first glimpse of spring.

All those events have faded into dust.

He once said that he was young and inexperienced.

Today, with my hair tied up, I can serve you.

I looked at Chou Qian in surprise. This was the first time I had ever experienced the charm of a talented man. I had almost forgotten that this ugly fellow was the number one talented man in the capital.

"Time waits for no one," the transvestite remarked with a sigh.

"How old are you? Don't pretend to be so profound." Time waits for no one, but who has it waited for before!

I crept up to Chou Qian and asked with a sly grin, "Chou Qian, how much do you think I'd sell that poem of yours for?"

"Worthless." Chou Qian's tone was colder and more indifferent than usual, making one want to punch him even more. I guess I was just offering my warm welcome to someone who was so cold.

Damn, this is making me grumpy again. "Let's go back!" I patted my "brothers" on the shoulder, and off we went!

I was lounging in the car, legs crossed, using Zi Mo as a pillow, feeling really sleepy. But then Qian Qing, oblivious to my rudeness, tugged at me and asked, "Why?"

Damn it, I bet he was thinking about that pointless question the whole way. "Why did Chouqian lose, right?" I glanced at him through my slits and said, "Add another 100 taels."

"good"

"Because of me."

"Because of what?" It seems this idiot still doesn't understand; his IQ is really low.

I smiled amicably and said, "Three hundred taels."

"Speak." This time, Qianqing's tone showed signs of anger. I decided to stop while I was ahead. "I told the transvestite not to play too hard when he's playing soccer, hehe. To hold someone back." Qianqing was displeased.

Seeing his expression, I asked curiously, "You don't actually like Chou Qian, do you?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Zi Mo immediately covered my mouth and said anxiously to Qian Qing, "Eleventh Brother is ignorant, please don't take it to heart."

"He cares so much about Chouqian, can't I even ask him? It's not a big deal." I broke free from Zimo and defended myself.

"Shut up!" Zi Mo snapped at me. He actually snapped at me. I rolled around on the soft couch, yelling, "You don't love me anymore! You don't care about me anymore! You snap at me over such a small thing! You're not a good brother! I'm never talking to you again!" I was rolling around so intently that I got carried away and rolled off the couch, wincing in pain.

Seeing this, Zi Mo looked at everyone awkwardly, then stepped forward, picked me up, and coaxed me, "Alright, alright, it's your brother's fault, stop making a fuss."

Qianqing looked at us and calmly said to the transvestite, "Gu, do you know what you've missed?"

"What?" the transvestite asked Qianqing with a look of utter disbelief.

Qianqing, her beautiful fingers entwined around a flower, spoke slowly and casually: "If you win today, you can learn about Sun Wukong's love story!"

"Really?" The transvestite was so excited he almost pounced on Qianqing. He didn't dare pounce on Qianqing, but he dared pounce on me. Before I knew it, he grabbed my arm and shook it wildly, displaying a girl's expression on his manly face: "Why didn't you say so sooner?" His disappointed tone carried a hint of accusation. Unfortunately, I pretended not to hear him and ignored him.

He continued, "Ziyi, you're the best. Ziyi, I love you the most. Ziyi, shall we go back and kick again?" The transvestite was being coquettish, clearly intending to seduce me with his good looks.

However, he doesn't fit my aesthetic standards, so he's useless.

"Ziyi, Ziyi!" The transvestite rubbed his face against my neck.

Damn, this is blatant seduction, shameless. I grabbed his hair and forced him to look up. I kicked him and said, "Get away from me." I rolled over and wrapped my arms around Zi Mo's waist, burying my face in his stomach to keep him quiet.

Wu Hui looked at the transvestite with disdain and said, "Don't embarrass me. You're neither male nor female, you've really become a demon!" But the immortal transvestite was unmoved. Seeing that harassing me was hopeless, he turned to harassing Zi Mo.

Damn it, are you trying to kill the people? "You transvestite, don't push your luck!"

The transvestite blinked his beautiful eyes, raised his excessively handsome face, and said sincerely, "I'll push my luck. Ziyi, just tell me. I've been so good to you, so please take pity on me and tell me. Qian really wants to hear it, right?" He was desperately trying to find an ally.

Chou Qian was a loner and ignored him completely.