A Qi

Ah Qi has recently started to return to his old business again, picking up some straw and starting to weave small things, he is obsessed with this, and enjoys himself.Every time An Rong came back from court, he would stay quietly with her in the west wing, enjoying the leisure in her boudoir.Ah Qi was weaving, while An Rong was reading and practicing handwriting, the two of them didn't talk much, but An Rong could taste a little warmth from this quietness, and felt very satisfied.Only occasionally, when he looked up at Ah Qi, he couldn't help cursing, did this person really not care about him at all?Maybe it's an illusion.

In mid-August, Zhao Minglang went to the mansion. As usual, An Rong naturally stayed with Ah Qi in the dormitory. When he heard the announcement from the housekeeper, Ah Qi's hands visibly paused, but An Rong only felt a little irritable. .

"Let him wait, I'll come later." An Rong explained, and the housekeeper took the order to leave.

An Rong walked up to Ah Qi, picked up a grasshopper he had woven, and observed it carefully, "Give this to me."

"Take it if you like."

An Rong properly hid the grasshopper in the lapel of his clothes, bent down and pressed it against Ah Qi's right ear, and said in a gentle voice, "I'll go back as soon as I go."

After speaking, An Rong walked out of the house.Ah Qi was the only one left in the room, feeling hurt by the scene, this Zhao Minglang was like that unbearable Jing Er, at this moment, Ah Qi couldn't help but think of himself three years ago, trapped in another courtyard in the suburbs, The misery of having no one by your side.Alas, Ah Qi shook her head, unwilling to recall the past again.

In the main hall, one person sat leisurely on the red sandalwood chair, sniffing the fragrance of tea lightly, taking a sip, feeling comfortable and happy.Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhao Minglang raised his head and said heartily, "An Rong!"

An Rong stared closely at each other's words and deeds, seemingly scrutinizing him endlessly. Zhao Minglang felt uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this today?"

An Rong was standing in front of Zhao Minglang, and suddenly there was a solemn atmosphere, Zhao Minglang coughed a few times to ease the embarrassment, but he really couldn't guess what was going on with An Rong at this moment.

"Three years ago, why did you say he was dead?" An Rong asked suddenly, his eyes were scarlet, and he was about to go to war.

Zhao Minglang wasn't too surprised, since the person didn't die, there was a great possibility that An Rong would meet that person again, and the big lie he told back then would naturally be exposed one day.It's just that he didn't expect it to come so soon.At this moment, he hesitated a little, not knowing where to start, and he said after a while, "He begged for me."

Although he had been prepared for a long time, when An Rong heard this with his own ears, his heart still hurt a few times.His wife had abandoned him three years ago.Then for all these years of drunkenness and dreaming, that person probably doesn't feel sorry for him at all.

"What... what is he begging you for?" An Rong's entire complexion became paler.

Zhao Minglang took a few glances at An Rong, and stated truthfully, "He said that he wanted to leave here, so I sent him away."

"He's leaving, why don't he take me with him..."

An Rong turned around desolately, with grief on his face, Zhao Minglang looked at the blue and white porcelain cup on the coffee table, picked it up and took another sip of tea, "Oh, evil fate." Sighing for no reason, he just felt a little sympathetic to An Rong.

When An Rong returned to the West Wing, Ah Qi was still working on the straw in his hand, concentrating on it, An Rong walked up to him and sat down, looking greedily at Ah Qi, "Ah Qi, you will also teach me to weave in the future. This one."

Ah Qi pulled out the strip of grass in his hand and threaded it out, very dexterously, and a little rabbit came out after a while, Ah Qi simply responded, "Okay."

The sound of "Okay" was like the sound of heaven, and An Rong's chest heaved with great joy. The self who had felt so lonely because of Zhao Minglang's words just now became turbulent because of his wife's promise. .

"Ah Qi, we have been living like this until we grow old." An Rong waited obsessively for Ah Qi's response.

This time Ah Qi didn't respond, there was a long silence, and An Rong's surging heart also slowly sank.

In the later days, An Rong really started to learn weaving from Ah Qi. He obviously had two hands holding pens and playing the piano, but he chose to learn this kind of rough thing.Ah Qi is not stupid, he knows that this person is doing this on purpose, but he no longer dares to sink into the abyss of gentleness as before.

Three years ago, An Rong gave Ah Qi an empty joy.Let him become more timid and afraid in the future life, and he dare not talk to each other easily.

The days are as calm as water, An Rong thought, as long as people are around, it's fine if you can see and touch them.Those things that are pleasing to each other, let it be.

In a remote corner in front of the Anfu Gate, stood a man and a woman, the woman was Mei Xiang, and the man was the grandson of the master a few months ago.

"Master... why are you here?" Mei Xiang was surprised.

"Mei Xiang, did you... mention me recently?"

Mei Xiang was frightened, looked left and right, afraid of being seen by others, so she led Xiao Sun a little further away.

"Don't come, go back quickly."

"What's going on here? It's all right for you to be used to Xiao Chen, why did you sweep us all out? That person... who is it?"

Mei Xiang deliberately lowered her voice, "Oh, it's what I mentioned to you before, the second master, he came back from the dead, it's very strange."

Oh, it turned out that Ah Qi, who my grandfather was chanting when he was drunk, has returned.Xiao Sun asked again, "Do I really look like him?"

Mei Xiang nodded silently.

Even Mei Xiang felt the same, little Sun Jing was completely lost, and muttered to himself, "Grandpa, he is really cruel."

Guangling City has a large area and a lot of people. There are all kinds of religions and streams. There are officials and lords with good posture, and naturally there are ragged ruffians.On the Yuhua Lane where Anfu is located, there are quite a few gangsters doing sneaky things along the street.

Xiao Sun set his sights on these people, he only wanted to do one thing now.There are some things that he needs to find out.

Ah Qi seldom goes out of the house, and basically stays bored in the house, or tends the small vegetable garden.Those little bastards waited for half a month in front of the gate of Anfu before Ah Qi left the gate.

After a while of darkness, Ah Qi was covered in a black bag and was taken to nowhere.

After walking a long distance, probably in a remote place, Ah Qi was tied to a tree trunk with his hands bound.The black bag was opened, and the light was revealed, and Ah Qi saw the person An Rong drove away a few months ago.

"50 taels, I hired someone to tie you here." Xiao Sun said with a smile.

Ah Qi's hands were bound, and he tried to break free, but the rope was too tight, and he couldn't break free at all. After a short time, he only felt a pain in his wrist.

"Your name is Ah Qi?" Xiao Sun asked knowingly.

Ah Qi frowned, "Are you from the mansion before?"

"That's right, didn't you see it when my father kicked us out of the mansion? Why, you feel extremely majestic."

Ah Qi roughly understood his situation. The person in front of him became a demon because of love, and maybe he would kill himself. Thinking of death, Ah Qi was still afraid, "You want to kill me?"

Xiao Sun raised his hands, looked carefully, and said softly after a long time, "I'm just an opera singer in Liyuan, and my hands are not for killing people."

So Ah Qi calmed down a bit, "Then why did you arrest me here?"

Xiao Sun was at a loss, "What to do... I don't know... When I first entered the mansion, my father doted on me. Even Xiao Chen and Xiao Xu are nothing. My father likes to lie on his side on the soft couch with his eyes closed. , listening to me sing opera, I have been singing to my grandfather, I have a good voice, my grandfather loves to listen to it... But one day, I heard the word Ah Qi from my grandfather's mouth, and I panicked , I went to ask Mei Xiang who Ah Qi was, and she told me that Ah Qi was the second master in the mansion, who was my father's bedside before, but he died..."

Speaking of this, Ah Qi remained silent, and Xiao Sun looked up at Ah Qi, "Aren't you dead?" There was a thousand resentments in the words.

Then he seemed to think of something, and said to himself, "Without you, my father would not be the same as before, and there is Xiao Chen, my father also likes him..."

Ah Qi couldn't be moved, the person in front of him was just like him back then, but the An Rong back then would not lie on the soft couch with his eyes closed and enjoy peace with him for a while.The intersection between them has always been only on the bed, and An Rong pointed at his nose and cursed, are you worthy?

It's been a long time in the past, but thinking about it now, Ah Qi sighed to himself, he is really an unlucky person, and he prefers to make mistakes for himself.

Xiao Sun walked over and untied Ah Qi, "Go back, and help me tell my grandfather..." He paused for a while, and then said again, "I don't look like you at all."

Over there, An Rong searched every corner of the mansion but couldn't find Ah Qi, and sent his servants to search all the streets and alleys of Guangling City, but there was no trace.An Rong gave up her heart, and her life was once again in a state of despair.He really should find an iron chain to tie Ah Qi at home, even if this person hates him all his life, he can still see this person every day.

An Rong returned to the west wing alone, closed the door tightly, and curled up on the bed where the two slept every night, from dusk to night.In his hand, he tightly held the grasshopper he begged from Ah Qi half a month ago.

At a quarter of a hour, Ah Qi came back from the wilderness. The winter night was bitterly cold, and Ah Qi was about to pass through the veranda to go to the westernmost point, when he heard a few servants gathered in front of him talking in a low voice——

"Tell me, this second master won't be like last time, he disappeared all of a sudden."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense like that, if it's really like this, the master really has a hard life."

"Would the master be like three years ago, thinking that a person died and fell ill again?"

"Who knows."

"What the hell is the second master making a fuss about? For someone like the master...forget it, let's not talk about it."

……

Three years ago, he was seriously ill, and Ah Qi repeated in his mind what the servant said just now.It's just that the man never mentioned these things to himself.

Ah Qi went straight around the servants, walked to the west wing, opened the door and saw An Rong huddled up on the bed.Ah Qi walked to the side of the bed and patted him gently——

"Xiao Rong."