Envy

Mrs. Meng nudged Meng Xi lightly with her elbow, and said softly, "You child, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking nonsense." Meng Xi glanced at Yan Zhaohan's expression, and said to her mother, "Since grandpa's birthday last time, you haven't asked someone to clean up those few guest rooms at home. It's still messy What about the dust. Don't really want the servant girl to rush to clean it up right now."

Madam Meng thought about it, and said, "You reminded me... Hey, you haven't been home for the past few months, how do you know so clearly?"

Meng Xi smiled and said, "Oh, I asked the housekeeper about the guest room when I came back today. Didn't I forget to tell you. Coincidentally, when Brother Song came, he went to sleep in the third brother's room for one night."

Mrs. Meng laughed and scolded: "You girl, you are careless, you can forget about this matter. Forget it, that's fine. I ordered someone to tidy up Tou'er's room every few days, but it was clean."

She asked the servant girl to go to Meng Tou's room to light the stove, and carried two quilts over there.She personally led Yan Zhaohan over, and spread out the thick quilt on the bed for him.Meng Xi also wanted to enter the house, but was stopped by her mother: "Young lady, what does it look like to enter a man's room at night?"

Meng Xi let out an "oh" and stood outside the house aggrieved.

Mrs. Meng also folded the corners of the quilt, put down the silver-pattern snowflake silk curtain on the bed, and told him that the wooden basin behind the screen can be used for bathing, and that there are night guard maids outside the door, so please tell them if you have anything to do.Before leaving, Mrs. Meng said in a low voice: "Take it as your own family, you don't have to be polite."

Mrs. Meng's eyebrows and eyes are gentle.

He thought of his mother, she was undoubtedly steadfast in the past, but her brows and eyes were always cold and sad, and she was rarely gentle.

The gentleness and consideration that Meng Tou treated him was very much like Mrs. Meng.

As soon as Mrs. Meng stepped out of the threshold, she led Meng Xi back to her room, when the two maids who were on guard at night stepped in, unfolded the screen, and poured hot water into the wooden basin.They carried the bucket back and forth several times, and finally closed the door gently.

When he stripped off his clothes and let the hot water flow over his chest, he still felt unreal.The screen is painted with bamboo branches and leaves, which are fragrant in the wind.His shadow was cast on the white wall.

Tiredness sets in.He empties himself in the water basin.He didn't know what was going on in his mind, maybe it was because it was late at night, and he was too sleepy to think about anything, just staring at the steaming heat.

He didn't get up from the water until the hot water cooled down, and put on his clothes.He opened the door, and the maid who was watching the night outside the door was alert, and before he could say anything, she went into the room by herself, and cleaned up the cooling water without spending half a stick of incense.

Just as the maid went out, Meng Xi came in poking around.She put the plate she was holding on the table, and smiled lightly as if she was afraid of being discovered: "Young Master, let me bring you some fruit preserves. There is also a small hand stove."

Meng Xi handed the small carved hand stove to Yan Zhaohan, who thanked him and took it.

Meng Xi said: "Young gentleman, don't worry, my father and my elder brother and younger brother happen to be outside, my mother doesn't know how to cultivate, and she won't be suspicious when she sees your eyes, but...but she just knows you." .”

He never thought that Meng Xi was such a meticulous girl who understood his concerns.What Meng Xi said was a good thing for him, he was a little at a loss when he saw Mrs. Meng, and if her father and brother were there, he would be even more at a loss.

"Young Master, I have to go first. If my mother finds out, I will have to be lectured again."

Meng Xi sneaked over to meet him, and left quietly.Standing outside the door, she poked her head in and said, "Young Master, go to sleep early."

When Meng Xi closed the door again and the room became quiet, he began to look at the room.After looking at it for a while, he always felt that something was missing, and then he thought that the room was too tidy, so tidy was a bit rigid.

Meng Tou's room in Mu Su is a little messy but not dirty.He has the habit of putting books away, and sometimes half-folds his faded clothes on the desk.He never arranges the books neatly, most of the time they are placed randomly on the bookshelf.

And it's too clean here.His books were neatly arranged, his brushes were cleaned and hung on the pen holders, and there was nothing extra on the desk.

There are very few books on self-cultivation in Meng Tou's room, and most of them are classics of Chinese studies and miscellaneous novels.He takes books with him wherever he goes, and if he doesn't, he likes to go shopping in bookstores.

Back then when he was in Fulian, Yan Zhaohan often accompanied him to bookstores.In fact, Shen Gui has a collection of books, and most of the pavilions are classics on cultivation.He didn't want to go because he thought the books in the pavilion had a rotten smell.He is willing to look for books that have been scorched by the scorching sun at the bookstall.He likes to read some interesting books.

Yan Zhaohan himself is not a book lover, most of the time he turns pages because he has no choice.It is his consistent pursuit to read and understand the truth, and to cultivate truth and ask questions.Meng Tou really loves books, but he doesn't have the sour smell of a literati. He doesn't often read books thoroughly, and he doesn't like to show off his talents.This is true temperament.

He took a book from the bamboo shelf.It was a miscellaneous diary, clean, the edges of the paper were yellowed and old, but the inside was brand new, Meng Tou folded a few pages.The text of the miscellaneous notes is smooth and agile.It is rare for Meng Tou to write his opinion on the book in small characters, and it can be seen that he likes this book very much.

On the bottom shelf of the bookshelf, there is a stack of old books.He randomly picked out a book and flipped through it... the picture of Longyang Erotic Palace.He continued to flip through without changing his expression.He hastily flipped through the book on that grid, and when he saw the explicit and gaudy title, he lost his mind.That grid is full of Longyang storybooks and picture books.

What's worse is that Meng Tou even wrote small characters on the book with a cinnabar pen, reading it seriously.

Yan Zhaohan packed up the notebook and stuffed it back, he really has reached the age where his face doesn't blush and his heart skips a beat even after watching Longyang Erotic Palace.He recalled the painting he received by mistake from Meng Tou back then, his cheeks burned as soon as he opened the painting, and he kept thinking about "Meng Tou, a disciple", and he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, thinking of a hooligan like Meng Tou, he hated Tooth itching.

If it is now, he might tell Meng Tou lightly what is wrong with the painting.Or, simply draw it back and it will be evened out.

Of course, he felt that there should be nothing wrong with Meng Tou's painting now.He is also not good at painting. When he was young, he liked to draw a few strokes, but his mother thought it was useless. After he passed that age, he never thought about learning painting again. He just felt that it was boring and powerless.

He lifted the quilt and lay down on Meng Tou's bed.The quilt had a pleasant fragrance.As soon as he got into the quilt, he felt tired again. He closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.