A Qi

In the wing room where An Rong lives, standing by the window, you will see a lush locust tree when you look out, especially in summer, the eyes are full of lively greenery, the trunk is so tall that it reaches the sky, it is taller than the surrounding trees Much bigger.But yesterday, for some reason, a thick branch on that tree broke, and An Rong always felt that something was blocking her heart. It was probably summer, and people were inevitably a little irritable, so she didn't think much about it. I flipped through the pages of the book in the room, but couldn't read a word.

When Chunrui came in, An Rong was looking out the window in a daze.

"Mr. Ling, eat something. It's a very uncomfortable day." Chunrui put down the fruit box inlaid with red lacquer and snails in her hand, and opened the lid. There was a burst of fruity fragrance. There were several kinds of fruits in it, such as watermelon and peach. Children, grapes, melons.

An Rong walked to the table, randomly took a piece of watermelon, looked at it carefully, and without opening his mouth, asked suddenly, "Have you ever eaten watermelon?"

Not knowing why the young master asked this sentence, Chunrui thought to herself, of course she had eaten it, and more than once.

Chunrui smiled, "What are you talking about, young master? I don't know how many times you have eaten it just by rewarding your slaves."

An Rong withdrew her concentrated eyes and glanced at Chun Rui, "Is there anything important going on in the restaurant recently?"

Chunrui's heart skipped a beat, wondering if her young master had heard something about Ah Qi, but right now, she could only pretend to be stupid, "The big thing...isn't it just that Mr. Qiu Die was beaten to death a few days ago?" Well."

"You go... Forget it, you go down."

Chunrui retreated obediently, the moment the door was closed, she saw Mr. Ling holding up a piece of watermelon, still looking at it.The young master's mind is difficult to guess, the more he guesses, the bigger his head becomes, Chunrui sighs and goes down.

What I wanted to say just now, you go and... Actually you went and called Ah Qi to me, but at the last moment, you stopped talking.An Rongshen smiled, why did he always think of that turtle slave.Yesterday the tree was broken, so he wanted to know what that person was doing recently; today someone brought melons and fruits, and he suddenly remembered Ah Qi pitifully eating that dirty piece of watermelon, so he thought Ask that person to come up and eat.

Even An Rong herself couldn't guess herself.Maybe the weather is too hot, people can't help thinking wildly.

Recently, for some unknown reason, I haven't slept well at night. I think I really answered the old saying "Weijiang will keep his eyes open all night, and repay his life for not raising his eyebrows."Whenever he can't sleep, An Rong is used to getting up with his clothes on, lying in front of the desk, writing and drawing, and he seems to have written that poem several times recently.It's a little poem, gorgeous and nothing new, but An Rong seems to be addicted to it.

One day, Liang Rufeng came and went straight into An Rong's room. The scent of light magnolia flowers wafting from the incense burner was refreshing, and he was full of soothing and relaxing gestures.The gentle breeze blowing from the window curtains lifted the rice paper on the table, Liang Rufeng stepped forward, held down the paper that was about to fly, and carefully read the poem inscribed above——

"Furongqi's tent is still open,

The emerald beads were all rotten.

Long wish to offer colors tonight,

I don't like to play the flute and chase the phoenix. "

With a smile on his face, Liang Rufeng curled his lips, and looked at An Rong with ambiguous eyes, "It's a long wish to be honored tonight, dear lady, why don't you understand my heart?"

After speaking, he picked up An Rong's catkin and put it on his chest, feeling the original beating, both of them lay down on the bed, Xia Feng rolled up the curtain, and peeked at the emotion inside.

I'm afraid it's just one person's affection, An Rong's heart is full of the phrase "the emerald pearl is rotten, Qi Guang... that's Ah Qi's name, and he even gave it to him on his own initiative.At this moment, An Rong's mind was full of Ah Qi's blushing cheeks and passionate voice when she was on the bed...

After that, as usual, Liang Rufeng left a kiss on An Rong's forehead, didn't stay overnight, put on his clothes and left.

An Rong was lying on the edge of the bed, retching non-stop, but he couldn't spit out anything, his internal organs were burning, this feeling was too uncomfortable, two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, on a desolate night, he missed someone.

Unable to stay still any longer, he wanted to find that person no matter what, hurriedly put on the wide-sleeved shirt, ran to the familiar utility room, opened the door, and found that the wooden bed was actually empty.At first, I just thought about it, this fool is really worried at such a late hour, I don't know where he has gone; later, I realized that there is not even a quilt on the bed, and there is no smell of him in the room...

After An Rong came out, he went directly to the maid's room where Qiu Guan lived. When he was shaken awake in his sleep, Qiu Guan grabbed his face and asked confusedly, "Who is it?" After the person, he woke up instantly, sat up, and stared at An Rong in a daze.

"What about others?"

Qiu Guan didn't speak, just shook his head.

An Rong couldn't hold back anymore, grabbed her neck with her right hand, "Where are others!"

This questioning woke up the other three people in the same room. In a daze, the three of them saw a man in white standing at the head of Qiuguan's bed. They couldn't tell who it was, but they sounded like a young man?

Qiu Guan was pinched until his eyes were scarlet, his mouth was slightly open to catch his breath, but at the moment when he closed his eyes in despair and waited for death, the person in front of him let go of his hands.

"Where's Ah Qi?" The words were not as aggressive as before, but softer, and they choked up with pleading.

Qiu Guan's face was ashen, and he looked at a certain place with blank eyes, "I'm gone, and I will never come back."

It took a long time before An Rong came to his senses, "Gone...why is he disobedient..."

An Rong's mouth overflowed with words that seemed like a dream, and then left in a daze.The back figure in the dark night was deeply imprinted in Qiu Guan's eyes, so lonely and desolate, completely without the shadow of the most handsome actor in the usual days.

After An Rong left, the three of them couldn't bear to be curious, and finally asked: "Was that person just now the young master Ling?"Qiu Guan said, maybe it is.Yes, yes, no, no, maybe why, everyone just pretends to be an autumn official and deliberately conceals it, but in fact that person is Mr. Ling.Reminiscent of the incident between Young Master Ling and Ah Qi, the three were so excited that they stayed in the room talking all night until dawn.

An Rong couldn't figure it out, he would never have imagined that one day that obedient turtle slave would run away without even saying hello.How dare he?I am not addicted to alcohol, but tonight my heart is burning and restless, I just want to get drunk and rest, maybe when I wake up, that person will come back again.

In the early morning of the next day, Chunrui knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered, she was suspicious in her heart, she slowly opened the door, looked at the situation inside through the narrow door, but found——

Young Master Ling's hair was disheveled, sitting on the ground, leaning against the edge of the bed, as if asleep, with large and small wine jars all over his feet, the wine inside flowed out from the jars, wet the ground, and smudged After An Rong's clothes, there is the pungent smell of alcohol.

Chunrui pushed open the door vigorously and walked over, "Young Master Ling, Young Master Ling..."

After calling several times in succession, An Rong finally responded. He opened his eyes and felt a severe headache. Frowning, he thought carefully about what happened last night, and the more he thought about it, the more painful his expression became.

"Is Ah Qi back?"

Chunrui was startled by the unreasonable words. It turned out that their young master already knew about it. Could it be... the young master's appearance is because of Ah Qi?I can't believe it, it's unbelievable, Chunrui stifled this idea in her heart, and served the young master for three years, not to mention that the young master seldom drank alcohol on weekdays, and he never even lost half of his control.

"You know?" Chun Rui's long silence made An Rong suspicious.

Chunrui was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, and was eager to deny, "No, I don't know anything, I don't know." After speaking, she gave An Rong a timid look, and quickly lowered her head again.

"Go ahead."

Chunrui was frightened away, and knelt on the ground with a "plop", "I really don't know."

An Rong glanced at her fiercely, but said nothing, which made Chun Rui more terrified than those words.

"That day, Ah Qi... asked my servant to ask Mr. Qiu Die out under the guise of your name, and this servant did so. What happened after that... I really don't know about it."

For a long time, there was no sound in the room, except for the movement of Chunrui rubbing the ground because she was afraid of trembling, everything else was quiet.

"I see, you go down."

Chunrui straightened her numb legs, and hurriedly fled the stuffy and suffocating room without even saying hello.At this moment, An Rong was left alone sitting on the wooden chair, thinking about something.

After a long time, An Rong finally said, "Liar!" Then he walked to the table and tore the rice paper with the poem inscribed on it to shreds.

A few days later, Zhao Minglang came, dressed in light casual clothes, cool from head to toe, carrying a food box in his hand, bringing the green plum wine and some sweet pastries prepared by his parents for An Rong.

When he came, An Rong was reading a book and didn't pay much attention to Zhao Minglang.Zhao was also polite, put down the things in his hands, turned left and right in his room, and took a piece of pastry he brought in his hand.

About half an hour passed, An Rong still didn't say a word, looking at this posture, Zhao Minglang felt that something was wrong with An Rong.

"Why don't you say a word today? Who messed with you?"

"Read a book."

Zhao Minglang muttered, "Wait, I'll be a nerd, even Yanyan doesn't want you."

An Rong didn't reply, Zhao Minglang said again, "The green plum wine is made by my mother, the green plums in May, it's a good time to drink now, and the cake on the table, it's what Yanyan asked me to bring to you Yes, it's rare that this girl still misses her brother An Rong."

Only then did An Rong react a bit, put down the book, "Thank you Aunt Zhao and Yanyan for me."

"Speaking of Yanyan, she asked me about you a few days ago. By the way, you and..." Zhao Minglang hesitated, and continued, "Have you broken with that turtle slave?"

All the camouflage fell apart in an instant, and the string in An Rong's heart finally couldn't be stretched, and it was completely broken.He originally thought that he would be fine, but it turned out that he had imagined it.He misses Ah Qi, wants to pinch his face, and laugh at him for being skinny; wants to show him that poem, and then tell him, well, your name is hidden in the poem; he also wants to buy him a lot of watermelons... …

"What's wrong with you today?" Zhao Minglang had never seen An Rong like this, because his eyes were full of mist.

"Brother Minglang, I feel bad."

The author has something to say:

The poems in this article come from two new songs.

I recently wrote some of the later plot, An Rong is still like that, hurting people calmly, so don't feel sorry for him!He also did a lot of messy things later... I want to beat him!

I was on the list today, and I saw my article in the red letter of the frequency division, and I am a little happy~