After Xu Chunshen finished shooting a group of magazines and returned home, he saw that a batch of spiritual fruits had ripened, so he picked them, put them in a basket, and carried them directly to Yang San's side.
It was Zhen Yuanzi who opened the door for him. Seeing Zhen Yuanzi's expression, Xu Chunshen's heart skipped a beat, feeling a bad premonition. Usually Zhen Yuanzi treats him very kindly, even with a hint of intimacy. Today, the nose is not a nose, and the eyes are not eyes, so he almost gave him a blank stare.
Xu Chunshen raised the basket in his hand, showing a slight smile, "I see that these fruits are ripe, so I sent them to Yang San. Isn't she here now?"
After hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi felt even worse, with a long face, "She has gone out and hasn't come back yet, I will keep these for now, and I will give them to her later."
He looked at the fruit in the basket, and it was like a man who hates iron but not steel: Obviously he is not hungry for Yang San now, but why Yang San was bought so easily by the eaters. Is it because the fruit he grows is not tasty enough?
Xu Chunshen still had a polite attitude, "Then I'll play chess with the old man first." By the way, let's see how he provoked Yang San, the master.
Zhen Yuanzi's usually gentle gaze became sharper. After a while, he recovered his calm expression, "Okay, let's play a few games."
Xu Chunshen cheered up to play chess with Zhen Yuanzi, feeling that he was not usually exhausted. His chess skills have left Zhen Yuanzi far away. If he simply wins against him, it will naturally be a trivial matter. But now he didn't know where he offended Zhen Yuanzi, which made his attitude change 180 degrees. In order to please Yang San, the master, Xu Chunshen could only deliberately lose to Zhen Yuanzi.
However, losing chess is also a kind of technical work. There is a lot of knowledge in how a master loses to a stinky chess basket quietly.
However, after seeing Zhen Yuanzi's relaxed expression after winning, Xu Chunshen felt that his hard work was worthwhile
Zhen Yuanzi was indeed in a good mood after winning two out of three rounds.
He looked at his handsome old friend, and already had an idea in his mind. He showed his first smile after meeting Xu Chunshen today, "During the time I've been in the world, it's rare to find someone like you who hit it off."
Xu Chunshen didn't understand why, but still followed his words, "I also feel that the old man hit it off right away." He did have a sense of familiarity with Zhen Yuanzi, as if the two had known each other for a long time.
The smile on Zhen Yuanzi's face deepened, "Since that's the case, we two might as well be sworn brothers."
The smile on Xu Chunshen's face gradually disappeared: sworn brothers? If he swore sworn vows with the old man, he would directly become Yang San's elder. Now Xu Chunshen also realized why Yang San's master's attitude changed drastically.
With the same smile on his face, he said: "How embarrassing, I am not worthy to be your sworn brother."
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and said, "It's okay, I don't dislike it."
Xu Chunshen: ""
On this point, he really deserves to be Yang San's master.
Zhen Yuanzi's tone turned serious, "Or, do you think I'm not worthy of sworn marriage with you, a big star like you? Do you look down on me, an old farmer?"
Facing the old man who made it clear that he was going to play tricks, Xu Chunshen felt a splitting headache.
He was heartbroken, and said directly: "To tell the truth, old man, I have been in love with Yang San for a long time."
If you don't confess your love, you will be forced to become Yang San's elder. This is simply an unbearable burden in life, so Xu Chunshen had no choice but to go all out.
After saying this, he also felt unprecedented ease.
Zhen Yuanzi blew his beard and stared, he really didn't expect Xu Chunshen to say it directly.
"Ridiculous, you two are of different generations."
Xu Chunshen said calmly, "We are seven years apart."
Zhen Yuanzi glared at him angrily, and said, "No, you two are more than four thousand years apart."
Xu Chun was taken aback, he didn't expect Yang San to be more than four thousand years old.
Zhen Yuanzi saw his thoughts at a glance, and became even angrier, "You are more than four thousand years older than her!" So stop thinking about old cows eating tender grass all day long. Hehe, he didn't directly beat people out, it was already because of the friendship in his previous life.
Xu Chunshen was silent for a while, "I'm only twenty-seven." How could he have gained so many years for no reason.
Seeing that he was no longer as calm as before, Zhen Yuanzi felt a lot happier, and said, "I met you in your previous life, and the two are of the same seniority. My third son has to call you uncle."
He seems to have remembered something, in his eyesnbsp; The Taoist priest in the temple ignited a new one for him.
Then continue to extinguish.
The little Taoist looked at Xu Chunshen with a strange expression. Perhaps because he didn't surf the Internet very much, he didn't recognize the man in front of him as the well-known film king in China, but wondered: Could it be that the Qing Emperor didn't like him? him? Otherwise, how could two sticks of incense be extinguished in a row? He has grown up so big, and he has never encountered such a situation.
Xu Chun touched his nose deeply, and looked at the golden statue of the Qing Emperor, with a long beard and kind eyes. For some reason, he had a vague intuition that Emperor Qing shouldn't look like this, he should be younger and more handsome.
This idea had just sprouted, and he couldn't help but find it funny: he had never seen Emperor Qing, so how could he know what Emperor Qing looked like.
The little Taoist continued to light the third stick of incense for him and handed it to Xu Chunshen.
Xu Chunshen took the incense, and was about to worship, when the incense continued to be extinguished, completely extinguished, as if it had never been lit.
It's the third time
The little Taoist looked at him sympathetically, "It seems that what you asked for today will not go well."
The corner of Xu Chunshen's mouth twitched, he hadn't made any wishes yet. This god really didn't give him face at all. Could it be that he had an enmity with Emperor Qing in his previous life? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com