The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

Coming out of Kwun Tong's iliac house area, Qiao Wen saw that it was too early, and took Chen Jianan to accompany him to the bookstore. First, he chose some suitable books for Tang Xingwei, and second, he wanted to buy a few books himself. Finally, naturally, he wanted to buy two serious English introductory books for Chen Jianan.

Fortunately, Father Chen has read books and is a good father who respects learning. Although his ineffective son didn't like to study since he was a child, he still barely finished second form under the education of his feather duster. It's just that my son is really not a student, so I didn't force it anymore.

The popularization of education in Hong Kong City is not that great. The rich and the poor are quite different. Most of the rich and young masters will go abroad for gilding, and the low-level people are able to get ahead by studying, and they can be like the original. It is very rare to finish Form Five, and there are so many illiterate people in the city.

Although Chen Jianan reads sparsely, but at any rate, he can recognize a basket of large characters. There is no obstacle to reading a book and reading a newspaper. The only shortcoming is that the English is really poor. So far, he can only say hello three grams of oil. You can't even count from one to twenty.

Qiao Wen also has a headache about this. Hong Kong City is a colony after all. Nowadays, English is one of the official languages. Will do.

However, this guy Chen Jianan had a good college scumbag style. As soon as he entered the bookstore, he couldn't help but whispered: "There are so many books. Fortunately, I haven't played cards recently, otherwise I won't have enough underwear."

Qiao Wen glanced at him speechlessly, and put the selected book in his arms and let him hold it.

Finally, when he came to the English bookshelf and saw that he had pulled out two books of Introduction to English, Chen Jianan was like a big enemy, but he was holding a stack of books in both hands and couldn't spare him to stop him. Joe, don’t forget it? Don’t you teach me two English words every day? I memorize them well, there is no need to buy me a book, waste more money, put it back soon!"

Qiao Wen glanced at him lightly: "It's okay, we are not short of money now."

Chen Jianan wanted to cry without tears, so he could only bite the bullet and follow him to checkout.

Out of the bookstore, this product is still thirsty, trying to quietly throw the two books into the trash while Qiao Wen is not paying attention, but Qiao Wen can guess it with his toes.

So the two books arrived at home safely after all.

Since moving into a high-rise apartment, everything is convenient for Chen Jianan. The only inconvenience is that he can no longer turn the window and climb into Qiao's house at night.

He turned over the balcony once, and almost didn't scare Qiao Wen half to death. After berating him sternly, he ordered no more dangerous behaviors like this. After that, he could only knock on the door honestly and trouble Qiao Wen to open it for him.

After nine o'clock in the evening, Chen Canan washed through the cold, wearing a vest and pants, flipping slippers, knocked on the door of Qiao's house. Speaking of it, since moving home, he has come to rub Qiao Wen's bed even less because of his own bed. After half a year, the number of times that two people share the same bed can be counted with both hands.

In the past two months, because they were busy dealing with reporters and various social entertainments every day, the two of them hardly stayed together. It's rare to have time tonight, and tomorrow is Saturday again, so he is ready to talk to Qiao Wen.

Qiao Wen had also washed up at this moment, watched TV with his grandmother for a while, saw Chen Jianan coming, and took him to the room.

Now that I have my own bedroom and a spacious Simmons bed, my quality of life has really improved, and I don't have to worry about being uncomfortable with Chen Jianan.

At this moment, after someone followed him into the room, he fell heavily on his bed, bounced up half a foot high, and then opened his limbs in a silly manner: "Little Joe, we haven't slept together for a long time. It's weird. "

Qiao Wen looked at him and smiled: "Brother Nan, it's still early, don't sleep."

Chen Jianan stood up and said, "Well, I just asked you to speak."

Qiao Wen sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him with a smile and said, "I think so too."

Chen Jianan climbed up to him, but for some reason he was a little excited, and met his eyes happily.

It's okay to get busy. Once he's free, and the lonely and widow are in the same room, he can't help but start to move around with his crooked thoughts about Qiao Wen.

Especially when his eyes fell on the opponent's slightly opened lips, the yellow waste that had been dormant in his mind came out again.

It's just that he didn't have time to mess around and think too much. The smiling Qiao Wen suddenly took out a book from behind: "It's rare that we still have such a long time tonight. Let's talk about the study plan of this book slowly, right?"

This book was the "Thirty-Day Introduction to English" that I bought from a bookstore in the evening. Chen Canan immediately wailed and fell heavily behind him: "Xiao Qiao, will you let me go?"

Qiao Wen held his hands, pulled him up, and coaxed softly: "Brother Nan, I read this book. It's very simple. I learn two sentences a day, and I can have a simple conversation in a month. I will teach you each sentence. "

Chen Jianan twisted around like a group of mud, closing his eyes and said: "I can speak Mandarin and some Hokkien dialect. Isn't that enough? Why do I have to learn English? I think it's useless!"

Qiao Wen smiled and reached out and touched his head, scolded him in English, and then asked: "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Chen Jianan opened his eyes and shook his head: "I don't know."

"I'm scolding you." Qiao Wen smiled: "Look, if you don't understand a little English, and others smile and scold you in front of you, you think people praise you, do you feel like a fool?"

"That's true." Chen Canan nodded and thought for a while, "Then you can teach me to curse people, and if they call me in English, I can understand them."

Qiao Wen: "..." He thought for a while, sat cross-legged face to face with him, and said, "Brother Nan, I know you don't want to learn. Let's take your time. Every night you come to me, I will teach you a little, promise It's not hard."

Chen Jianan raised his eyelids and asked, "Teach me every night?"

Qiao Wen nodded: "Well, studying before going to bed helps memorize."

I have to say that every day it is right to sleep with him in a bed, which is still very attractive to Chen Canan. He hesitated for a moment, pretending to reluctantly nodded: "All right, I will try."

Qiao Wen sighed when he agreed, and smiled crookedly: "Then I will teach you the simplest two sentences first."

Chen Jianan changed his posture and lay on his legs, watching his finger on the book and tadpole-like English, and the parrot learned to read. Just after reading it for a while, my head was little by little, and it was clear that I was going to go on a date with Zhou Gong.

After a while, his head was buried next to Qiao Wen's legs, and he didn't lift it up, leaving only a heavy breath.

When Qiao Wen saw this, he called him twice. Without moving, he sighed helplessly, put the book on the bedside table, and then moved the unconscious guy to the right position, leaning on the bedside, ready to read a book before going to sleep. .

It's just that the breath next to him seems to be in his ears, inexplicably a little bit invisible.

He turned his head and silently looked at the sleeping guy beside him. The warm yellow light of the incandescent lamp hit his honey-colored face with a rare calmness and obedientness.

Qiao Wen bent the corner of his mouth unconsciously, and subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead.

About to be disturbed, the person in his sleep groaned, turned over, took off the messy hand on his face and clasped it in his palm.

Qiao Wen chuckled, turned off the light with his backhand, lay down, and slept close to him.

This night, Chen Canan had a long dream.

Qiao Wen in his dream, carrying a suitcase, came to say goodbye to him.

"Brother Nan, I'm leaving now."

"Where to go?"

"go home."

"Isn't your home here?"

"No, my home is not here, my home is far away."

"I won't let you go."

"But... there is no reason for me to leave here."

"No, I won't let you go."

In the early morning of the next day, Qiao Wen was suffocated by the feeling of suffocation. He opened his eyes and found that he was entangled by Chen Jianan's hands and feet, and his neck was strangled to death, making it difficult to breathe.

He reached out and grabbed Chen Jianan's sturdy arm, and said with great effort, "Brother Nan, let go!"

However, Chen Jianan seemed to be caught in a nightmare, without the slightest reaction, on the contrary, he was even tighter.

Qiao Wen blushed with suffocation and could not speak. This guy is obviously not a big guy like Jiang Yufeng, and he doesn't know how to be so energetic. The strength of his own milk came up, and he failed to escape from his shackles.

Seeing that he was about to be squeezed over, Qiao Wen couldn't bear it, so he could only raise his head and use the back of his head to hit the bridge of his nose vigorously.

After hearing a loud cry, Chen Jianan finally woke up from the pain in the bridge of his nose.

He opened his eyes and saw Qiao Wen, who was flushing in his arms, struggling, and then he suddenly regained his senses and quickly loosened his iron-like arms.

Qiao Wen, who was gasping, breathed in the fresh air, and said dumbly: "Brother Nan, are you going to kill me?"

Chen Jianan immediately patted him on the back, helping him to get along, and said with a guilty heart: "Xiao Qiao, are you okay?"

Qiao Wen took it easy, shook his head, turned around and asked, "Brother Nan, did you have a nightmare?"

Chen Jianan was stunned, nodded, and muffled: "I dreamed that you were leaving again and said that you would go home. I didn't want you to go, so I hugged you tightly."

When Qiao Wen heard the words, he couldn't laugh or cry, stretched out his hand and punched him on the shoulder, and said, "Isn't this my home? Where else can I go back?"

Chen Jianan shook his head, looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "You said in your dream, this is not your home, your home is far away."

This time it was Qiao Wen's turn for a slight start. After a while, he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Isn't this my home? Where is my home? Your dream is really strange." He sat up and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, where am I? Don't go, but you almost didn't strangle me just now, you have to make up for me."

Chen Jianan felt guilty and distressed, and immediately reached out to press his neck with doglegs: "I'm sorry Xiao Qiao, I didn't mean it. May I help you rub it?"

Qiao Wen brushed away his hand: "No need." He reached out and picked up the English primer on the bedside table, and said, "You learn two new sentences with me, the best compensation."

Chen Jianan is weak and weak: "Can you change it to another way?"

"Can not."

Chen Jianan could only sigh in resignation: "Okay."

Qiao Wen does not work on Saturdays, but the martial arts hall is open normally. So after Liang Zai Nan successfully learned two new sentences, she wrapped her face around Qiao Wen and went to the martial arts gym with him.

As the master of martial arts, Chen Jianan does not directly teach apprentices, but only teaches his brothers to practice daily exercises. The students are all in charge of Hao Zai and a few younger brothers, so even though they are in the martial arts gym, they are not really busy.

Under Qiao Wen's onlookers, after he finished a set of boxing techniques, he ordered a table of refreshments and dragged people into the lounge to watch TV.

Li Xingchen's new drama is being staged on TV. As a TV elder brother, Li Xingchen has long been famous in Xiangjiang. After all, Qiao Wen has not seen him in the past six months, except for the two events of Mengzhen costumes.

In the new drama, he still plays the character of the noble son, but compared to the previous, the gloomy color in life can no longer be completely concealed in the drama.

Qiao Wen frowned, looked at the handsome young man on the screen, and asked casually: "Have you seen Li Xingchen recently?"

Chen Jianan shook his head: "I just came out of the prison. I don’t remember that it was the first few days of the night. He came to the martial arts hall once and said to see how I was. Look at me, it's hard to come by."

Qiao Wen: "That's right, when you went in, he took the initiative to call to borrow money to redeem you."

"Really? Then we will invite him to dinner later."

"That depends on whether he has time. Speaking of which, there were a lot of people who wanted to give me money to save you. Zhou Sir found Zihui, and Zihui would send me a check that night."

Chen Jianan snorted dismissively: "Four-eyed boy has a conscience."

Qiao Wen laughed: "Brother Feng asked the younger brother to collect 200,000 yuan, and a large bag of money was delivered to the door."

Chen Canan said, "Brother Feng, that's nothing to say."

Qiao Wen: "Brother Zhenbao also said that he would lend us money."

"Didn't this silly young master sue his butler and his family before? Lost him a lot of money. Will he not be deceived again, will he still have money to lend us?"

Qiao Wen laughed: "You don't know yet, do you?"

"what?"

Qiao Wen said: "Master Guan is now a great writer. It is rumored that he wrote "Brave the World" based on you."

Chen Jianan knew about this popular novel because the reporter had mentioned it when interviewing him, but since he was dizzy, he had no interest in reading it. I was shocked to hear that it was Guan Zhenbao's masterpiece: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You haven't read it, what's the point of telling you?" Qiao Wen smiled, "Besides, he didn't tell me that he was Guan Zhen, I guessed it myself. But there shouldn't be such a coincidence in the world. It is said that Guan The writer now costs one word per word, and if he writes tens of thousands of words a month, that would be tens of thousands of yuan."

Chen Jianan wowed: "I can't see that this silly young master is so powerful!" He couldn't help but sighed, "You said that the people we have met outside the city this year are all incredible? I thought it was four-eyed. The boss of Zaicheng is already incredible. This stupid young master who was almost defrauded of his fortune has become a great writer in just over half a year."

Qiao Wen patted him on the shoulder: "So, you have to read more books. With your beautiful Tsai Nan skills, sooner or later, you will be brilliant."

Chen Jianan thought for a while, and muttered softly, "Actually...I think it would be good to open a martial arts gym now."

Qiao Wen was amused by him: "Brother Nan, is it so difficult for you to read some books?"

Chen Jianan nodded as if pounding garlic: "It's quite difficult."

Qiao Wen sighed. The two were talking. A little brother from outside came in and handed an envelope: "Brother Nange Awen, someone sent an invitation and said it was for you."

Chen Canan took it over and opened it. The red invitation card inside was very exquisitely crafted. The names of Chen Canan and Qiao Wen were written on the upper part in elegant handwriting. The following two lines are for inviting the two to attend a charity reception tomorrow night.

The last signature is Zhou Chaozheng, and the invitation card is also accompanied by this Mr. Zhou's business card.

Chen Jianan said: "Who is this person? Do we know each other?"

Qiao Wen shook his head: "I don't know."

In fact, if you don’t know it, it’s not at all. Qiao Wen has been in this world for more than a year. Thanks to the development of the newspaper industry, he is basically no stranger to the rich and powerful in the city.

This Zhou Chaozheng is the youngest son of the city's wealthy Zhou family. He is in his thirties and has been self-supporting for many years.

Chen Jianan didn't know anything about this, and only wondered: "Since I don't know him, why send us an invitation? Is it because I was famous recently?" After that, he frowned, "No. , I was invited to dinner before, and this invitation has your name. It’s definitely not because of me."

Qiao Wen thought for a moment with his business card in his fingers, and said, "This Zhou Chao is not the boss of the small chamber of commerce who invited you. He is a very serious man. Although I don't know why he invited us, but since he sent the invitation, let's go. See the world."