Grandpa is such a bunny

Outside the inn, Du Yun anxiously bid farewell to the guard who delivered the letter, turned his head and let out a bad breath, "I racked my brains to come up with an excuse, I hope the emperor's old eyesight won't make a careful investigation." He walked back and forth with his hands behind his back , was so angry that he said to Sun Xiao and the master, "The rabbit gnaws carrots every day and sleeps, can't it be comfortable? You said that he is a rabbit and has multiple jobs, what's the matter?"

Sun Xiao smoothed out Du Yun's messy official robe, "Don't be angry, my lord, Brother Tu is kind-hearted."

"He's kind? He bullies me all day long. I'm a scholar, and I wipe his ass every day." Du Yun was so angry that he couldn't see a prisoner being pitiful, so he just stole a corpse. This bunny is gone.

The master put his hands in his hands, and the old god was there, "The money for repairing the yamen was given by Tubo."

Tubo's salary as a policeman is useless, you, Mr. Du, really don't know how the money came from.Without the "part-time job" that Mr. Tu has every now and then, how can the yamen in Luo'an City be built so fast? It's not known when the emperor's appropriation will be delivered.

As soon as the money was mentioned, Du Yun immediately became cowardly, and wanted to quibble a few words, but the master said again, "When was the last time he got sick?"

Du Yun's face changed slightly.

It was getting late, and the sky was getting darker. A gust of cold wind blew across his neck, and the coolness crept into his body along the collar. Du Yun felt a little cold, rubbed his arms, and whispered, "Hurry up, Xiao Sun, you Go get some wine and get ready."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the master looking deeply at the intersection of Fuya Street and said, "It's too late."

The sound of horseshoes coming from far and near, galloping, neighing rapidly, the front hooves raised high, the man on the horse's back gripped the reins tightly, let out a soft drink, and stopped precisely in front of the inn.

Du Yun opened his eyes wide, "Does Zen Master have...an old picture? What's wrong with him?" He didn't think it was nonsense until after he asked. The blue veins, isn't this symptom exactly the onset of the disease?

Qian Fan looked down at the person in his arms, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, he was expressionless, but he could clearly feel that the calmness in his body was gone, and he hugged the person in his arms tightly, "Doctor We'll be there later."

I don't know who I'm speaking to, but the voice is soft and soft.

"This..." Before Du Yun could speak, Sun Xiao became anxious and cast his eyes on the two of them. Brother Tu couldn't see the doctor.

Du Yun knew what he was thinking, and gave him a clear look, "Go buy wine, don't worry about it."

Sun Xiao pursed his lips worriedly, quickly glanced at the person in the monk's arms, and strode away.

Du Yun said, "You don't need a doctor, the Zen master just hand him over to me. You think his illness is serious, but he is actually fine. Let me come." He said and went to pick him up.

Qian Fan hid slightly, his face darkened, "I'll talk to the doctor after seeing the doctor."

If someone looks closely at this time, they will find that Du Yun, who is always smiling and lazy, is sweating on his forehead. He tried his best to be patient and said, "The Zen master has never met him before. In fact, it's all right. Give him to me. There is someone in my room." The medicine can cure his illness."

Qian Fan would have believed Du Yun's words if he hadn't seen him unable to stand with his own eyes. Besides, Tubo had been ill a few times before, but he never saw Du Yun take out the medicine that time.

"Just give him to me." Du Yun was anxious.

Qian Fan didn't even look at him, hugging Tubo, quietly waiting for the doctor to come.

Seeing that Chan Master Shanyue had made up his mind not to give anyone away, Du Yun thought that he would not be able to snatch it by force. Just as he was about to ask Master for help, the unconscious person in Qian Fan's arms spoke.

Tubo's forehead rested on the man's solid shoulders, and he could smell the clear sandalwood fragrance under the tip of his nose. He was not fully conscious yet, and his headache was about to split, but there was no expression of pain on his face.

As long as there is a trace of consciousness, he can hide himself tightly.

"Worry about me." His voice was hoarse and soft.

Qian Fan hummed honestly, then looked down at him, "Look at the doctor."

Tu Bai moved, not used to being hugged in this way, tried to relax himself, tilted his head, squinted his eyes and said lazily, "...let me down, the doctor is not as effective as Du Yun."

Qian Fan pursed his lower lip, and his clear eyes felt a little wronged for a moment. He looked up at Mr. Du who pretended to be honest, honest and serious. He really couldn't understand what Du Yun's emoji was for. Reluctantly, he still let go of the person in his arms.

Tubo lightly stepped on the ground, with one hand on Du Yun's shoulder, his sweaty black hair sticking to the side of his face, lining his skin as white as snow, he could hold it with a narrow waist, and smiled softly with his lips drawn up, "...Be obedient, good boy."

Qian Fan closed his eyes, watching Tubo being helped into the inn by Du Yun, up to the second floor, and brought into his room.

The moment the door was closed, Qian Fan suddenly saw Tubo give him a deep look, and then his eyes reluctantly disappeared behind the pear-colored door.

If he keeps up, he will know some things, Qian Fan thought.He moved his foot a step, but stopped forcibly. The reason why Tu benefactor was willing to enter the house with Du Yun was to hide it from him.

Qian Fan felt that his heart was restless and anxious, and he asked himself why his heart couldn't calm down after so many years of practicing Buddhism.

The Master asked Xiao Er to pour some tea, and said politely, "Thank you, Zen Master, for bringing the picture back to the inn quickly."

Qian Fan didn't speak, and silently moved the bright red beads in his hand.

In fact, Du Yun really didn't care about anything, he just watched Tu Bai lying on the bed covered in cold sweat, and then poured two jugs of spirits for Sun Xiao when he bought the wine back.

Tu Bai usually does not drink alcohol, he is a good young man, he only uses drunkenness to suppress the pain when he has an unbearable headache.

The spirits filled his stomach indiscriminately, and the alcohol and sweat flowing from the corners of his lips wet his chest. The headache made him unable to sleep or pass out, until the spirits got on his head and began to numb the nerves of his whole body, Tubo Only then did he open his eyes in a trance.

Someone in the room spoke softly.

Sun Xiao was sitting at the round table holding a teacup, looking down at the tea leaves floating in the water, "Brother Tu is so pitiful."

Du Yun drank tea calmly, "This is fate, no one can live comfortably all their lives, and of course, no rabbit can."

Tu Bai's face was pale, not because he couldn't drink alcohol, but because his head was about to burst from pain, and he couldn't get his head up. His eyes were red, wet and red, and he looked blankly at the white bed curtain, and propped himself up.

Hearing the movement, Du Yun and Sun Xiao hurried over.

"I have something to tell you." Tubo leaned against the bed rail, listless, eyes half-closed.

Du Yun paused, "We'll talk about it when you wake up."

Tubo shook his head, "I'll forget about it when I wake up." He closed his eyes, "I'll forget about you and everything that happened, as soon as I get a headache, I won't be able to remember .”

Du Yun's expression changed, he exchanged glances with Sun Xiao, and said half-jokingly, "I see, you have so many problems."

Tubo sniffled, pressed the center of his eyebrows, grabbed Du Yun's sleeve, and lay on the bed, groaning, "Get out, you have more problems than me."

"You have a lot, and your whole family has a lot." Du Yun snorted and became annoyed. If he hadn't seen him as a sick child, he would have rolled up his sleeves and beat him up.

Said the same as he usually dared to say.

Tubo didn't continue to argue with him, and looked at the roof with blurred eyes for a while, grabbed Du Yun's sleeve and wiped the drink from his lips, and murmured, "I'm an ill-fated rabbit demon..."

Du Yun sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to support his forehead, he felt a headache whether the disease of this dead rabbit was contagious, and every time he got sick, he had to listen to the shameless confession of this animal.

"It must be God who is jealous of this rabbit's prosperous beauty, which gave me such a miserable life experience." Tubo leaned on the head of the bed, the clothes on his chest were messy, revealing a firm and flexible chest, and his black hair swept his face. The side face, sword eyebrows and star eyes, indeed have the capital to be envied by the heavens.

Tu Bai tugged at Du Yun, and now the wine finally got on his head, making his pale face a little rosy, "You don't believe it, I'll show you."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Du Yun and Sun Xiao to refuse, he recited a curse to himself, and turned into a big rabbit with snow-white fur, with a bunch of dull hair on his head, pouting his three-petal mouth and moving clumsily Ass twisted around.

Du Yun and Sun Xiao looked at each other, then quickly went up and trampled the limp white rabbit.

"If you have revenge, if you have grievances, if you don't report it now, let alone when." Du Yun's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the big rabbit's cotton-ball-like tail and rubbed it a few times.

Tubo's head hurts and he's dizzy, and he hasn't realized what happened. His soft fur has become a handful of straws in a mess. He lay down and thought about what he said for a while, his round rabbit eyes were blindfolded A layer of water mist, "You still don't believe it?"

Du Yun and Sun Xiao squatted under the bed, and they looked at the rabbit on the bed with their chins propped up, "Believe me."

Tubo fell backwards, with four paws facing the sky, revealing white and soft bellies, and murmured, "Then why didn't you ask me to change gold into silver for you, and turn you into a beauty?"

After Du Yun first learned that he still had this problem a few years ago, he really asked this question. He never thought that when Tubo got sick once, he would forget everything else. It was imprinted in my mind, and I had to take it out and beat Du Yun every time, reminding him how stupid he was back then.

Du Yun tried his best to be good-tempered and replied, "Then you can turn into gold and silver mountains and beauties for me to play with."

Hearing this sentence, the rabbit on the bed laughed, and patted his face with a paw, imprinting a small plum blossom-like wine mark on it, "Silly, I've read too many story books, and I'll tell you it's all fake!" …Fake…"

Du Yun, "..."

Wanting to marinate him into a spicy rabbit head is sincere.

The rabbit on the bed trembled as if afraid of the cold, Sun Xiao took the opportunity to stuff him back under the quilt, covering him tightly, only a pair of narrow long pink ears and a pair of black rabbit eyes were exposed .

Tu Bo clasped Sun Xiao's hand with his small paws, and hummed half awake, "I'm still a killer, and a killer can make a lot of money... Don't tell Lao Du, he arrested me, he is a good official... "

Hearing that he finally praised himself, Du Yun quickly laughed, and Tu Bai added the next sentence in a daze, "It's a pity that the six relatives don't know each other, and the four bodies don't work hard. Du Yunyun is almost fat like a pig."

Du Yun was lying next to his little rabbit's teeth when he heard such a sentence, he was so angry that he immediately rolled up his sleeves and beat the rabbit, but was coaxed by Sun Xiao's persuasion.

Tubo didn't know if he was drunk and said something drunk, or he wanted to use words to distract the pain in his head. He intermittently told them what he would say every time he got sick in the past, saying that he was a rabbit demon, a killer, Said that every time he could only write down important people and events in his personal "Don't Forget Book" to remind himself that he must never forget people.

In the end, he huddled up and hid under the quilt, folded his long ears and hugged him into his arms. He felt heavy sleepiness in his eyes, and he clearly understood that when he woke up, except for the things that the disease wanted him to remember , he will forget everyone again.

Getting sick is not the most painful thing, the painful thing is to forget the important people, and then force yourself to act like nothing happened, facing a stranger who should be familiar.

Just when Du Yun and Sun Xiao thought he was about to fall asleep, Tu Bai suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clean and bright, and he said in a daze, "I'm sorry."

Du Yun rubbed his little furry head, and spread the two rabbit ears softly on the pillow, "No one blames you."

Tubo closed his eyes, and a figure of a person emerged from the pitch-black picture before he was completely comatose, with bright red beads wrapped around his slender wrists, his green robes dragging on the floor, and his voice was soft-spoken—if friends can get to know each other again, I like it Is it possible to get back that kind of feeling?

In the middle of the night, a dim oil lamp in the lobby of the inn danced without wind, and the smoky yellow shadow of the lamp illuminated the people under the lamp with rich colors. Qian Fan sat quietly with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes closed, silently reciting "The Art of Pure Heart", One thought is one night.