startled autumn

Shen Zhiqiu's qinggong is very good, and he entered the capital in a short while. It was already early spring, and the winter snow melted. It happened to be warm and cold, and the originally bustling capital could not help but add a bit of silence, especially the main street in front of Hanfumen. It was originally quiet, but looking at it now, there is not even a shadow of a person.

He came in a hurry, but unfortunately he couldn't see Han Bi.

The concierge was naturally familiar with Shen Zhiqiu, and explained: "Master, I have returned to the prime minister's mansion for a short stay these days, maybe I will come back after having a family dinner tonight." As he spoke, he wanted to persuade Shen Zhiqiu to go back, "Look, the weather is not good today. Well, Young Master, I don't know when I can go home, why don't you come back another day?"

The Prime Minister's Mansion is Han Bi's family, and there is another family banquet tonight, so Shen Zhiqiu is naturally embarrassed to disturb him.

If I come back another day...

Shen Zhiqiu asked: "He came back after the family banquet, didn't he?"

The concierge smiled and said, "It's hard to say, we have never been able to guess what the young master is thinking."

Shen Zhiqiu said firmly: "Then I'll wait outside the door."

The concierge's face froze suddenly, and he waved his hands again and again: "This is not allowed, you are the son's friend, how can I let you wait outside the door." After a pause, he sighed in embarrassment, "If there is no order from the son, I I didn't dare to let you in, and Guanshi Han followed me back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, look, this..."

Shen Zhiqiu shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'll wait outside the door for him to come back."

The concierge: "No, if the young master knows that I have neglected you so much, he will definitely punish me."

Shen Zhiqiu: "I can hide in a tree, and you just pretend you haven't seen me."

After saying that, he turned around, touched the ground with his feet, and then stretched out his body and jumped onto the tree beside him. The branches and leaves on the tree had not yet fallen, and a single bud had grown, barely hiding a person squatting on the tree. Shen Zhiqiu.

The concierge had nothing to say.

The spring is just right, it was a scene of leaning on the breeze, but in an instant, the smog was thick, the light rain was facing the slanting wind, and the tip of Shen Zhiqiu's nose was wet. He took an oil-paper umbrella and handed it to the tree, lest he suffer from the spring cold due to the rain.

Shen Zhiqiu had no choice but to return to the ground and stand safely under the oil-paper umbrella.

His eyes were far away, facing the other side of the long street, the direction of his way home.

In the prime minister's mansion, it was a rare and festive day, and the maids and servants who came and went were all smiling, busy with work, and the banquet did not officially begin until the wanderer returned home.

Han Yuan had been monitoring flood control in the south before, and had not returned to Beijing for 15 years, nor had he had any chance of promotion. It was not until this time that the emperor decreed that Han Yuan would return to his hometown with his family.

As the grandson of Han's patriarch, he naturally lived in the Prime Minister's Mansion as soon as he returned to Beijing. His relatives hadn't seen each other for many years, and his eyes were red with emotion. Only Han Bi used to visit his elder brother in the south, and his mood is relatively stable now. So he took care of the family banquet.

Han Yuan already had two sons and a daughter, both of whom were exquisite and translucent. During the dinner, the elders in the family laughed endlessly, especially the four-year-old niece, A Jia, who was very affectionate with Han Bi all day long: "I think Little uncle looks much better than dad."

Han Yuan put on a straight face: "How is this possible?"

"It's true." A Jia said childishly, "Uncle is white, I like it."

Han Yuan was originally a military general, and later he was in the south to control the floods. He was exposed to the sun and rain, so he was naturally dark-skinned, not as good-looking as his pampered brother, but it was the first time that he was exposed in public like this. Han Yuan was so angry that he picked up his little daughter and wanted to spank her. , the next moment his wife Qiao stopped him: "Do you dare to try?"

Han Yuan bowed his head and said, "Don't dare."

Ah Jia laughed and said, "Daddy is afraid of mother, but little uncle is not afraid, but little uncle is more powerful."

"What do you know, when your little uncle has a wife, he'll say the same thing about going east and not going west..." Han Yuan's tone sounded like someone from the past.

Han Bi raised his eyebrows: "How is this possible?"

Seeing this, Mrs. Han took the opportunity to sigh to Han Bi: "If you get married sooner..."

Han Bi felt a headache when he mentioned this, and he couldn't rashly bring up his love life at this time, so he could only prevaricate: "Isn't Yan Yang married? I don't think Uncle Yan is forcing him."

Yan Yang is the adopted son of General Yan. Although he is an adopted son, he is also the only son of General Yan. He is the most standard dude in the capital. He has known Han Bi for a long time, but the relationship is not right.

Mrs. Han frowned and said, "How is Yanyang the same as you?"

Yan Yang is a lingering flower, with a poor reputation and no one dares to marry; Han Bi has not yet married, and the reasons are very complicated. As a direct descendant of the Han family, his in-law background must not be too bad. Looking at the entire Southern Dynasty, only the daughters of the family can marry. She is worthy of marriage, but the daughter of a real aristocratic family, who would want to marry Han Bi, who ran away to do business and has no fame?

If it was a woman from a lower family background, once her appearance and talent were not good enough, she would not be able to pass the test of Han Bi herself.

In addition, as his father, Han Cheng has always let go of his marriage affairs and let them go freely. Over time, it has been suspended until now.

Mrs. Han asked: "After so many years of choosing, what kind of temperament do you like?"

Han Bi remembered a figure.

The square and handsome face, the indomitable eyes, and the sword behind his back.

Memories gradually converged into the appearance of his clothes stained with blood, the movements of burrowing into people's arms after falling asleep, and the blank expression that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"The kind who are obsessed with swordsmanship." Han Bi replied.

Mrs. Han suspected that he was out of his mind.

"It doesn't look smart, but it's surprisingly likable when it talks."

Mrs. Han felt that this was a bit too close to the details.

"By the way, I feel that the folk customs in the northwest are simple and simple, and it is the most suitable place to marry a wife."

Mrs. Han fell into silence.

Han Xun couldn't bear it anymore, and interjected: "Madam, don't listen to his nonsense..."

"I'm talking to my son, so don't interrupt." Mrs. Han glared at Han Xun angrily, paused, and asked Han Bi with a smile, "When can we have a wedding, just say it."

Han Xun was reprimanded by his wife, and he leisurely said sarcastic remarks: "What kind of happy event are you having, do people think of you?"

Han Bi smiled wryly and said, "Yes, it's true that he hasn't set his sights on me yet."

Mrs. Han suddenly felt distressed, and said: "Does that girl like swords? I see that your elder brother has collected many famous swords before, and I just gave them to your sweetheart." At this time, Han Yuan, who had been forcibly sold all his collections, sat aside , I just feel like crying but have no tears.

"He really likes swords." After pondering for a moment, Han Bi whispered, "It's just that it's not a girl."

This night Han Bi was kicked out of the prime minister's mansion.

Han Yuan sent him out, and said with a smile: "Go back, mother loves you the most, at most two days and you'll be fine."

After thanking his brother, Han Bi got into the car. As soon as the car door was closed, he couldn't help but took a deep breath and let out another long sigh.

During the family banquet, he had to have a few drinks, and with the swaying of the carriage, drunkenness gradually rose between his brows.

The early spring night was as cold as water, and the sparse light rain came in from the half-opened window, lying on his outstretched palms, slightly cooling his body temperature, but it couldn't stop the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Rubbing between his frowning brows, Han Bi opened several long boxes placed in the carriage, and found that they were full of good swords, and as soon as they were unsheathed, a cold light flickered with a myriad of brilliance.

——Your elder brother has collected many famous swords, which happened to be given to your sweetheart.

Although he didn't know who made these swords to be quietly put in the car, Han Bi's heart still warmed when he thought of the meaning behind it.

Han Bi has always been a tough person, and the people and things he believes will be surrounded by him sooner or later, but if he hurts the hearts of his relatives because of this, it is not what he wants.

He knew that this matter should be dealt with slowly, but he still let his feelings get the upper hand.

It turns out that a person who is used to tricks and calculations is not without time to run amok, but because he has not met anyone worthy of it.

It's a pity that he also understands that the word love has never been unreasonable. Even if he searches for it a thousand times, he may not be able to get what he wants and seek the same goal by different routes.

His only concern is that the person waiting for him at the end is not Shen Zhiqiu.

The car stopped, fine rainwater hung on the eaves of the car, woven into a curtain of spring rain, and fell into the soil tick-tock, which was the only sound left in this silent rain.

Han Bi: "Are you here?"

Han Banbu was driving outside, and said through the car door: "Young master, you...you can see for yourself."

Pushing open the car door, Han Bi saw that the night outside was dark and the long street was silent. There was only one person holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing in front of the gate of the Han Mansion, whose outline was still clear in the mist and rain.

"...Shen Zhiqiu?"

His voice was very soft, but Shen Zhiqiu heard it, and turned his head in his direction, smiling lightly but sincerely.

Shen Zhiqiu walked over holding an umbrella.

"I'm waiting for you."

"How did you come?"

The two said at the same time.

Shen Zhiqiu originally had a lot to say, for example, my health is almost healed and I can touch a sword; also, Junior Brother Yue really wants to know the whereabouts of Miss Zhu Heng, can you tell me?There were other words that he forgot all at once.

"It seems like I haven't seen you for a long time."

After finishing speaking, he fixed his eyes on Han Bi without blinking for a long time.

Han Bi deliberately exposed him: "It's only ten days."

Shen Zhiqiu suddenly felt that he had said the wrong thing again, and lowered his head in embarrassment: "Oh."

Han Bi held his arm and whispered, "But I haven't seen you for a day, and I feel it's been a long time."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Zhiqiu felt his mind was blank, he couldn't even see Han Bi in front of him clearly, and after thinking for a long time in confusion, he looked at Han Bi's stretched out sleeves that were slightly wet by the rain. He choked out a sentence: "Your clothes are wet."

"where?"

"I'll show you."

Having said that, Shen Zhiqiu still didn't dare to look up.

Han Bi was first amused by his bewilderment, and then he noticed Shen Zhiqiu's red ears, and the palm holding his arm only slightly exerted force, and pulled him into the carriage.

The oil-paper umbrella that had been waiting with him fell to the ground alone, Han Banbu picked it up, and retreated to the distance together.

The carriage is not too cramped, there are only two people in it, but Shen Zhiqiu can't breathe at all.

He was clasped tightly in Han Bi's arms, and his cheeks were buried in the other's neck. The gentle scent of bluegrass completely affected his mind, making him feel that his hands and feet had no place to rest, and he didn't dare to touch him like Han Bi did when he embraced him. The opponent's waist was stiff as if he had been acupunctured, only his heart was beating abnormally.

He clearly felt Han Bi's palm pressed against the back of his neck, very light and gentle; the other hand was wrapped tightly around his waist, with a strength that Shen Zhiqiu could hardly resist at this moment.

Han Bi's voice came from the top of his head, it was so clear, but also vaguely lingering.

"Shen Zhiqiu, what did you come to see me for?"

"Miss Zhu Heng, and Junior Brother Yue are not free, I'll come... I'll ask you for Junior Brother Yue..." Before the second half of the incoherent sentence was finished, Shen Zhiqiu heard Han Bi's chuckle.

"wrong."

Shen Zhiqiu didn't know what was wrong, so he had to change his rhetoric: "I, I recovered from my illness, so I'll tell you."

"Nor."

"...What's wrong?"

Han Bi taught him patiently: "At a time like this, you just need to say that you are here to see me."

Shen Zhiqiu was taught: "Oh, I'm here to see you."

Han Bi then leaned into his ear and talked about his own affairs: "During the family banquet today, my mother wanted me to get married as soon as possible."

Shen Zhiqiu's ear was touched vaguely, and accompanied by the breath soaked in alcohol, his soul almost flew away for a while, and he didn't know what Han Bi was talking about, so he replied blankly: "Get married ? What to start a family?"

"It's up to you." Han Bi smiled and let him go, but he didn't leave his palm at all, still controlling him in his arms.

"what?"

"I want to ask you, you—"

When the words came to his lips, he was almost too nervous to speak.

"Shen Zhiqiu, I want to take you to meet my family, are you ready?"

Hearing this, Shen Zhiqiu clenched his fists subconsciously, opened his eyes wide, and said in a panic, "I, what am I going to prepare?"

The longest life in this world is no more than a hundred years. Han Bi has been alone for more than 20 years, never thinking of walking with others.

There used to be snow piled up on the long street, and when he was on his way home in the evening rain and wind, he suddenly found that someone was standing in the early spring rain with an oil-paper umbrella for a long time, just to see him.

It turns out that all the shortcomings in the past are written to make up for the perfect stroke at this moment.

"Prepare to spend a lifetime with me."