Envy

She asked: "Why you..." She didn't know what she was going to ask as soon as she spoke, so she cut it off.For a while, both of them fell into silence.

Meng Tou and Yan Zhaohan are like brothers.It is true that Meng Tou treats Yan Zhaohan well, but there is always an inexplicable feeling between them, which is not like that between brothers.Her second young master brought it up with a faint smile, but there was a little worry in his brows.She doesn't understand these two people.

Meng Tou didn't say much, went down the steps from the end of the corridor, and walked away through the moon cave.

She took the food box to the young master.Yan Zhaohan raised his eyes slightly, said that he had no appetite, and told her to put it aside for now.She knelt down beside him, not saying a word, unable to utter a single word of comfort.

After Yan Zhaohan burned the paper money, he saw that she was holding a pair of black old paper-cut papers, and there were small scraps of paper on her dress, so he asked, "What is this for?"

"Cut some new patterns and burn them for the second young master. Plum blossoms, peonies, and green bamboos, the second young master liked them all during his lifetime." Her hands were already red and swollen with frostbite.She sat sideways, with a shadow over her brows and eyes.The copper butterfly pendant on her bun swayed slightly.

Yan Zhaohan was a little tired, leaning against the table, watching her cut.

The mourning hall is quiet, only the slight sound of paper-cutting at night, click, click, click.She flexibly aligned and folded the paper, and occasionally gathered up the fallen hair, cutting it attentively.

Yan Zhaohan heard her talking while he was sleepy.

"Cut some paper servants for the young master..."

"Cut some maids and servants, let them serve the young master well in the underworld. I don't know if these maids are meticulous enough, will they make the young master unhappy..."

"Do you want to cut Miss Zhao again? The young master will be very happy... No, no, forget it, it's not very auspicious, Miss Zhao..."

……

In a blur, he saw misty and rainy Wushan, and rivers and boats.The color of the painting is dark, the sky is gloomy, and the mountains are surrounded by thick fog.The willows by the river have lost their greenness, and are now dark green with ink, appearing to be lacking in vitality, as if withered.An old boat floated on the river, its curtains and soft top faded.There was no one on board.The wind pierced in, lifted the whitened corners of the curtain, and it was also dark inside.

He smelled very faint smoke, and opened his eyes to see the servant girl squatting at the door, wiping tears and burning the paper-cut.She threw a piece of attached white butterfly paper-cut into the waste basin.As soon as the paper-cut touches the flame, it comes alive.A group of white butterflies flew away from the flames and danced in the night sky.

The white butterfly gradually scattered away and disappeared.

The servant girl shouted: "Young master! It is the second young master who has returned! Young master, look quickly, look quickly!"

In the night, a figure in Tsing Yi appeared faintly, his face blurred.Yan Zhaohan rushed out to see that person.But the appearance of that person could not be seen clearly. When he got closer, it was like a thousand rivers and mountains between them.He shouted: "Second Brother? Is it Second Brother?"

The man finally stood still.

Yan Zhaohan rushed over to him: "Second brother, they all thought you were dead..."

He reached out to reach for his brother's clothes, but couldn't reach them.

Because his dream woke up.

He opened his eyes and saw the tightly closed wooden door of the mourning hall.There was no one else in the hall, and the maid had already left.Abandoned shredded paper and half-formed broken paper-cuts lay on the ground.Looking back, those words were still engraved on the confession tablet.The eyes of the two wooden dolls buried with them were painted black and hollow, but they were still sharp under the dim candlelight.

Yan Qingheng's coffin was still tied with white silk flowers.The black paint is like new.

He was wearing a thick white cloak embroidered with gold thread, and there was a very faint scent of incense on the cloak.His fingers touched something cold, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw a jade pendant on a silk brocade bag.He recognized that this was his second brother's jade.

He stood up, lifted his numb legs, and went to the door.He pushed open the door, and there was nothing outside the door, the night was pitch black, and it was too heavy to melt away.The cold wind blows the white petals.

The cold moon kept its light dimly, but was covered by dark clouds.There was not a single lantern hanging in the courtyard, and the long corridor was deserted and deserted.The leaves of the tree are green, and the orange light warms the crooked old trunk.

The night is already deep.

……

Meng Tou has been very busy since he returned to Musu, every morning after breakfast, he went to the Book Pavilion with Uncle Xi Ze, looking up ancient books in thousands of volumes.Uncle Nishizawa said that corpses appeared in some villages in Fubei, and the situation is not optimistic.Mu Mi has already sent his disciples there, so he can only control it for the time being.

The rest of Mu Mi's elders only said that they were too old and unable to do what they wanted, so they just put the picker away and guarded their own mountain bamboo house to live a leisurely life isolated from the world.Previously, Meng Tou was alone busy with Uncle Xi Ze, when Xue Ye, Huo Zhi and Li Xingfeng returned, five of them guarded the bookstore day and night.

Sometimes they were too busy to eat lunch, and when they remembered, the food served by the servants was already cold.

At this moment, Lizhou sent a letter saying that Zhao Qingyan was seriously ill and asked him to go back.He couldn't get away at first, but Xue Ye and the others urged him to go back, saying that they could handle it, and Uncle Xi Ze agreed tacitly, and he left Mu Mi overnight.

Zhao Qingyan is indeed seriously ill.After he returned to Lizhou, Rizhao watched over her day after day, and stayed by her side to deliver medicine and water.He was so busy that he broke his heart.When he rarely has free time, he sits in Zhao Qingyan's room and reads ancient books.

But she didn't recover for a long time, and she still lay on the bedside coughing heart-piercingly every night.He was full of doubts and anxiety, until one day he bumped into her and secretly asked the maid to take out the freshly fried medicine and pour it out.

He felt a little cold, and didn't argue with her, but only asked her to drink medicine every day.He said: "There are still some trivial matters in the sect. I'm hurrying. I'll be back in a few days."

Zhao Qingyan was feeling guilty, when he heard these words, he felt mixed feelings, and became anxious for a while, and coughed even worse.Meng Tou sat on the edge of the bed to carry her back, she was annoyed before her cough subsided, she looked up at him, and sneered, "I'm afraid you are not in a hurry about the sect, but want to go back to find your young master Yan family. "

Meng Tou was stunned, and his smooth hand on her back also stopped: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

She just looked at him coldly: "Look, this is annoying. I haven't said anything yet. You just talked sarcasticly to me because of a man from the Yi tribe... Don't you know what I'm talking about. "

Meng Tou looked at her, pulled the brocade fur coat for her, and walked outside: "Go to sleep, don't think about it, I'll go back to Meng's house first."

Zhao Qingyan lost control, leaned over and grabbed the porcelain vase on the table next to the bed and threw it at him: "Meng Tou, do you think I don't know? You are thinking about Yan Zhaohan in your heart, that Yan family is the least popular Bastard! How dare you say you haven't thought of him!"

The vase hit him right in the back.Fortunately, Meng Tou walked to the bead curtain, a little far away from the bed, and the hit was neither serious nor serious.The porcelain vase crumbled to pieces at his feet.

"I said, why did you leave me at that time? It was because of this person. Meng Tou, you will never see the light in your life! Just think about him like this, don't forget it, and don't forget it in your life! You said back then If you want to marry me, if you still have a conscience, you should treat me wholeheartedly... You can also hope that I die early, and you can stay together, but you still have to remember me..."

She was emotional and incoherent.

Meng Tou calmly listened to her finish, then turned to look at her, and said, "Have you finished? I'll take my leave first."

When she met Meng Tou's cold eyes, she couldn't say anything, and looked back at him in a daze.Meng Tou lost his patience, opened the bead curtain, opened the door and walked out.When closing the door, Zhao Qingyan yelled hysterically: "Meng Tou, don't come back after you leave!"