Sad reminder Xiaobai

The colder the days, the shorter the autumn will be worn away. In winter, the fog is very heavy whether it is early in the morning or at night.

And Liang Nuo was very busy these days, sometimes Zhou Ji clutched the small heater in his hand, nestled in the bed, waiting, almost fell asleep, Liang Nuo came back.

No, Zhou Ji was holding a handful of melon seeds, and he almost finished a plate, and drank several cups of warm water.

Liang Nuo didn't come back, but Zhou Ji's stomach was a little rough, so he had to go to the toilet.

When he came back, his hair was wet by the mist, he slipped into the bed, looked at the oil lamp, and lay on his side in a daze.

Finally, after Zhou Ji blinked countless times, the door was vaguely pushed open, and Liang Nuo entered the room.

Changing the cloak, he approached with a little unsteady gait, sat aside, Zhou Jiban sat up, and stretched out his hand to support Liang Nuo.

"Drinking so much alcohol these days?"

Liang Nuo paused for a while, looked at Zhou Ji, and said, "It's true that we drank too much as the end of the year approaches."

When Zhou Ji heard Liang Nuo talk about the end of the year, he realized that he still had something to say.

"I'm going home probably early next month."

"The beginning of next month, isn't it a little too early?"

"Well, Muqin suddenly said to give me an early rest."

Liang Nuo stretched out his hands and rubbed his head, half-closed his eyes and said, "Then Ah Ji is going home."

Zhou Ji was a little worried that Liang Nuo would fall asleep right away while talking, so he talked

"I'm going to boil the water and let you wash it off so you can rest."

"Don't go, it's cold outside, I asked Xiao Wu to boil water in the kitchen."

"Xiao Wu?"

"It's just a buddy who picked me up and sent me back during this period, just let him do something by the way."

"Oh."

Liang Nuo stretched out his hand to wrap the quilt tightly around Zhou Ji, and said, "You sleep first, I'll fix it later."

Zhou Ji nodded halfway, watching Liang Nuo go out, and after a while, Yibin heard another door in the inner room opened, and the sound of water splashing.

Only then did he feel a little relieved, lying on his side on the bed, lying on the pillow, squinting his eyes a little sleepy.

After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the room were turned off, Liang Nuo got into bed, Zhou Ji couldn't open his eyes, closed them, and moved into the bed.

Liang Nuo turned sideways, stretched out his hand to tidy up the gap between the quilts, and said in a low voice

"Aji, if you are sleepy next time, go to bed earlier and don't wait for me."

Zhou Ji was very sleepy, and responded slightly, and then felt her approaching slightly, kissed her forehead, as if sighing faintly.

However, Zhou Ji has been dragged to play chess by Duke Zhou.

The next day, just after dawn, Zhou Ji felt as if there was no one around him, and when he reached out to touch it, there really was no one around.

Lie on the bed under the warm blanket for a while, then get up, after washing, open the door, it is surprisingly cold outside, it seems that it must snow these few days.

When he was about to enter the kitchen, he found that there was someone else, um, and this person Zhou Ji didn't know yet.

"You, who are you?"

The person who was busy at first raised his head and looked back.

"I was recruited by Miss Liang to make food, and I live near here."

Well, Zhou Ji guessed that maybe Liang Nuo was too busy and left before dawn, and he was afraid that he would be lazy and not make breakfast, so he simply hired someone to cook.

Since he didn't need to do it by himself, Zhou Ji went back to the room bored, looked at the randomly turned over bed, well, he had to do something earlier for himself.

The quilt hadn't been tossed yet, but Zhou Ji squatted on it and squinted for a while, until the door was pushed open, and Zhou Ji got up.

Looking at the hot noodle soup placed in front of him, Zhou Ji's stomach growled and he looked at the person standing beside him.

"Or, you sit down."

"This, I don't want it anymore. I don't know if there is anything else to do?"

"Um, it should be fine."

"Then I'll go back. There are still children in the house to look after."

With noodles in his mouth, Zhou Ji looked at the girl in front of him who was not much older than him, and said

"Children, do you have children?"

"Yes, yes, I have two children."

"how old are you?"

"sixteen"

Zhou Ji was so frightened that he forgot to eat noodles, stared blankly, and then said

"Okay, it's okay, you can go back."

"Well, I'll go back first."

Zhou Ji finally understands what a gap is, that is, the gap between having two children despite being only two years apart!

After finishing breakfast, Zhou Ji realized that the bowls hadn't been taken care of yet. Alas, he went into the kitchen, poured hot water, washed the dishes, packed them up, and then left.

Holding an umbrella, walking on this foggy street, it was completely intuitive. After a while, when I arrived at the courtyard, I closed the umbrella, and the surface of the umbrella was covered with a layer of frost.

When entering the house, the brazier in the room was burning vigorously, and the room was very warm. Zhou Ji looked at Xiao Ling who was pouring tea, and said

"Hey, today, why is your miss staying in bed?"

Xiaoling replied, "Miss Today, I'm not feeling well, so I'm resting in the room."

Zhou Ji thinks that Xiaoling is good at everything, except that she is too quiet.

If others don't talk, it's definitely someone who won't take the initiative to talk.

Looking at the large painting paper placed in this room, the painting on it is the dots of falling plums among the mountains and rivers, which became the finishing touch.

But there are still some unfinished works. This painting was not drawn by Zhou Ji, but by Muqin.

Zhou Ji really couldn't figure out why Muqin could draw so well by himself, and he had to find someone else to paint. Could it be that he was so self-willed if he was rich.

After staying in the room for a while, the hands and feet became much warmer. Zhou Ji held the pen and turned his back to Xiao Ling, occasionally chatting a few words when he had free time, although usually Xiao Ling was someone who would never come back too often.

At noon, Muqin didn't come out, so Xiaoling first went to deliver food to her lady, and she didn't come back until Zhou Ji had eaten two bowls of rice.

Zhou Ji was a little stuffed, walking around the room, glancing at the writing on the desk in the corner, a large sheet was full of her young lady's name.

"I didn't expect you to be practicing this all morning."

The little girl tidied up the papers on the desk at a speed that Zhou Ji didn't realize at all.

"no other meaning."

Seeing her addition, Zhou Ji felt even more tricky, and then said

"Xiao Ling, does your miss have someone she likes?"

"What are you asking this for?"

I didn't expect this girl to be quite vigilant, so I replied

"I'm just asking, nothing else."

Xiao Ling folded the paper and put it beside a row of books, turned her head, and said

"I think, miss, she probably has no one she likes."

Seeing the depressed look on Xiaoling's face, Zhou Ji felt that the answer had surfaced.

"What about you? Do you have someone you like?"

"I, I don't know."

"I don't know, but there is."

Sure enough, when Zhou Ji said this, Xiaoling's face turned red, she simply didn't speak, and sat at the dinner table to eat,

Seeing her like this, Zhou Ji didn't continue talking, anyway, the days are so long, there is time to gossip.

This afternoon, I spent all my time painting, and when I looked up, it was dark outside the window.

He thought to himself that Liang Nuo didn't come back anyway, so it doesn't matter if she stays here longer.

After waiting, when he stopped writing again, Muqin came out from the room, and Xiaoling helped to support him, looking at Zhou Ji's painting, and talking

"Today, I worked harder than usual. It's dark outside, why don't you go back?"

Zhou Ji put down his pen, stretched his waist, and replied "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

"I happen to have something to do, so I'll give you a ride along the way."

"Alright, save walking."

After leaving the courtyard, they got into the carriage parked in front of the door, Xiao Ling sat aside, and Zhou Ji occasionally glanced outside.

The muqin held the stove in his hand, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and didn't speak for a long time.

Zhou Ji yawned, feeling a little sleepy leaning against the rickety carriage.

"Why didn't your Miss Liang come to pick you up?"

"She's busy recently."

"Yes, Miss Liang has been very busy recently, and she can be seen in all major restaurants. No wonder there are so many people who pursue her, so annoying."

Muqin's light tone caught Zhou Ji's ears, as if she was saying, your girl has a lot of peach blossoms recently.