Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

Chapter 20 Peaceful Talisman

"Brother Yan, do you have to leave in such a hurry today on New Year's Eve?"

Ximen Yan was taken aback for a moment, and stopped in his tracks.He sneaked in every day, even the hidden guards of the prime minister's mansion didn't pay attention, asking himself, how did Zhang Liang know about it?

Zhang Liang opened the door, looked at the indifferent person on the corner of the eaves with a smile, obviously saw his doubts, and said:

"Brother, every time I stand in the corner of the room, there will be a small shadow cast. Coincidentally, it is cast right in front of the ovary's bed. At first I thought it was a new hidden guard added by my grandfather, but later I realized that the shadow was in front of me when I turned off the light. It will disappear after a while. I was really curious, so I took a sneak peek, only to realize that it was my brother."

Since the farewell in Cangshan that day, the two have never seen each other again.Zhang Liang always regretted his gaffe that day.Ximen hates to talk, and although he doesn't pay attention to people when talking, when Zhang Liang talks, he also puts down what he is doing, listens carefully, and never perfunctory.

Take the case of Zhang Liang being punished last time, when Cang Lingzi swung the whip, he didn't say a word of persuasion.He knows Cang Lingzi's uncompromising temper, and also Zhang Liang's character of doing things alone.So only in the dead of night, he stole the wound medicine, and then covered him with the quilt.After confirming that he was safe, Fang Anxin fell asleep.

He doesn't like to explain, doesn't like to talk too much.There is always a sense of maturity, even though Zhang Liang is only two years older, he behaves like an adult.Therefore, Zhang Liang respected him and relied on him.

Cang Lingzi died, and the mantle was naturally inherited by Ximen Yan.Zhang Liang secretly went back to Jiange, wanting to apologize to Ximen.But he searched inside and out, but he didn't see anyone.When he returned empty-handed, his whole body seemed to sink into a deep well, thinking that Ximen Yan had disappeared with him.But inadvertently, he found a figure beside the bed.

ecstatic.

Ximen Yan turned around and came down from the corner of the eaves, faintly displeased, and asked, "When did you notice it?"

Zhang Liang lowered his eyebrows and thought, "Well... about half a month ago." After a pause, he continued, "However, when did senior brother start to like to visit my roof, and then go back after turning off the lights Woolen cloth?"

Ximen Yan lowered his eyes, "It's been a while."

"It's been a while..." Zhang Liang was overjoyed—it must have been a long time.

Ximen frowned unnaturally, "Why didn't you expose me?"

Zhang Liang smiled slightly, "I thought my brother had something important to do, so I didn't bother."

"Why did you dismantle it today?"

"Because today's New Year's Eve." Zhang Liang tilted his head and looked up at him, "Isn't Senior Brother celebrating the festival?"

Ximen Yan didn't have the concept of solar terms in his heart, and he didn't understand why he was so happy on this day for no reason, so he asked, "What kind of festival do you celebrate alone?"

Zhang Liang wrapped himself in a lake-blue cloak, "How can you be alone?" He picked up Mrs. Tang who was still on the table and stepped out of the room, "Don't you still have an ovary?"

That night, the two teenagers sat side by side on the roof, looking at the world covered in silver, each with their own thoughts.

Zhang Liang put Mrs. Tang on his lap, looked at the snowy scenery in the courtyard, and said with emotion: "I thought that after leaving Cangshan, it would be hard to see each other again."

Ximen put his elbows on his knees, "Imagination." These two very simple words were mixed with a touch of pampering for the first time.

Zhang Liang was startled, and then showed his face, "Senior brother has a broad mind, dozens of times larger than the ovary."

Ximen Yan nodded, not intending to be modest, "I know."

In fact, Ximen Yan is very good at chatting, and a good conversation can be ended with a few words.It's not that he doesn't want to say it, but he has a clumsy mouth and few words, and he can't tell what is polite and what is sincere, and he just thinks that what people say comes from the heart.In fact, to put it bluntly, it was low EQ. After Zhang Liang found out about this problem, he seldom talked to him politely.

Zhang Liang laughed, "Brother has been in Xinzheng for a few months, can you find something to do?"

Ximen said angrily, "I work as the head of an escort agency."

Zhang Liang envied, "The bodyguard agency is good. If you bet on a good bodyguard, you will naturally be rewarded with a lot of money. Moreover, senior brother is already a bodyguard leader at a young age, and his future is boundless. It is much better than me, a scholar who only knows how to play with words. .”

Ximen glanced at him sideways, then retracted his gaze, and turned to staring at the pine tree in front of the house, "If you want to make a living with martial arts, you will be no worse than me."

"Xiao Fang didn't learn swords to make a living." Zhang Liang's eyes were curved, he took a deep breath, and his memory drifted back to several years ago, "When I was young, I met an elder brother who was very wise and talented. , but luck is not good, his veins were damaged by the snow, and he will not be able to practice martial arts for the rest of his life." He paused, and then said, "Ovary...is luckier than him."

Ximen Yan was very flat, commenting: "His 'misfortune' is very common."

Zhang Liang subconsciously rubbed the lines on the cotton cloth, "Senior brother has a lot of knowledge, maybe he is not surprised, but... Zifang felt very sorry for him. He was born so noble, and his talent is so amazing. Later, not only did he lose his habit Wu's opportunity, full of talent, has not been valued, really angry and helpless."

He bent his legs and rested his chin on his knees, "However, fate may have its destiny, and all the misfortunes will eventually turn into good luck. That year, he met a wise teacher and set off to go Sanghai is studying. Maybe when we meet in the future, Zifang will look at him with admiration again. I don't know... when we can meet again, maybe he thinks that Sanghai is better, so he stays there , marry a wife and have children, get married and start a business.”

The more Ximen Yan listened, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he faintly felt that an enemy was approaching, so he pretended to ask casually, "How old were you when he left?"

Zhang Liang was confused by his nonsensical question, so he answered honestly: "Seven years old, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." At the age of seven, who still doesn't understand anything, Ximen Yan heaved a sigh of relief.

Zhang Liang looked at him with his head tilted, and really couldn't read what this man was thinking, so he changed the subject, "Let's not talk about that, senior brother is now getting paid for his ambition, which bodyguard agency is he working for?"

"Yu Qilin."

Zhang Liang was slightly stunned, and was full of admiration: "Yuqilin is the largest bodyguard agency in Xinzheng, directly under the emerald tiger, the richest man in South Korea. All the bodyguards inside have unique skills." Then he teased, "I didn't realize that senior is so powerful! Sorry, sorry~ "

There was an abnormal flash of hostility in Ximen Yan's eyes, but only for a moment, and said: "I don't need a position with any skills."

Zhang Liang felt quite cold, so he put his arms around his knees, and sighed, "You really don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk. How many people in the world have sharpened their heads to squeeze in, if they hear this , I can't help chasing you."

Ximen shrugged fearlessly, "I can't beat me anyway."

Zhang Liang was speechless for a while, wanted to scold him for being a wangpo, but felt that Ximen Yan was indeed invincible, so he stopped talking, took out a warm peace talisman from his bosom, and rubbed it on his fingertips.

"Senior brother makes a living with swords, so you need to be more vigilant. Zifang asked for a safety talisman, and senior brother took it with you, hoping to avoid natural disasters and man-made disasters and always keep safe."

"You..." Ximen was stunned for a moment - this was the first time someone gave him something.

Zhang Liang stared intently at the golden embroidered thread on the red talisman, and said, "Before, I begged for one for my grandfather. Later, he met an assassin. The guards and grooms who accompanied him suffered heavy casualties, but he was fine. I think this thing is very Ling, I begged for one for you."

Ximen stared at him tiredly, asking with ulterior motives, "Who else have you begged for?"

"Hmm... that's worth counting." Zhang Liang stretched out his hand, breaking off one by one, "Ruoli, His Highness Honglian, Uncle Chen, Big Brother... um... ..a lot, a lot..."

Every time one is counted, Ximen Yan's face becomes darker, and he gets closer and closer to Hades.Zhang Liang peeked at him from time to time, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, he covered his stomach and laughed loudly: "I'm lying to you! Except for grandfather, only senior brother has this little red talisman."

"really?"

"really."

Ximen Yan finally calmed down a bit, and held the peace talisman in his palm.When he took it, he touched Zhang Liang's cold fingertips, and felt as if he had been scratched by a cat's paw.

Seeing the chilblains on Zhang Liang's fingers, he asked, "Why do you have chilblains on your hands?"

Zhang Liang rubbed the two bulging red bumps, and said, "Oh, I didn't pay attention when I was young, so two popped up, and they grew up every year. But it's okay, I was born on the left hand, so it doesn't affect my writing skills. --ah!"

He exclaimed—without any warning, his hand was squeezed into the palm of Ximen Yan, the palm was wide and warm, and it isolated all the cold air.

Ximen Yan was still looking forward, his pupils were cold, but his palms were hot.

"Pay attention to heating, and it won't grow any longer."

Zhang Liang stared at the broad palm, his ears turned red suddenly, his scalp was numb as if ants had crawled over, his lips opened and closed, closed and opened again, he wanted to speak and stopped several times before he could barely lower his head, " ......Um."

The night was quiet, and each other's heartbeats could be heard.It is clear that nothing has been said, but it is worth a thousand words.

That year Zhang Liang was twelve years old, at an age where he didn't understand anything, but he also faintly realized that his dislike of Ximen was not as simple as that of ordinary seniors.

Understand the mind is at the age of 15.

That day, Ximen killed someone.

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