Oil Paper Umbrella and Tofu Brain

The courtyard, which was originally clean, is now somewhat ruined, revealing the desolation of no one living everywhere.Shen Muyuan glanced over, his face was cold.Pushing open the door and entering the living room, Xisuo lit a candle.The furniture and objects were covered with dust, as if dyed with hoarfrost, exuding a chill.

Walking into the bedroom, Shen Muyuan brushed over every memory with his fingers.It seems to be silent at a certain moment in the past, with peaceful eyes and a smile on the corner of the mouth.Those calligraphy and paintings, those clothes, all alone, are placed in the same place as yesterday.

He took nothing with him.

When the palm of the hand skipped over the stack of rough and inferior rice paper, it paused, and hesitantly pulled out the one that was deliberately pressed flat.

Enter my Acacia door, know that I am sad.

Shen Muyuan pressed the two words on a piece of paper to his heart.

Long-term lovesickness is long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is endless.

He sat under the candle in a daze, as if he didn't care that the thick dust on the chair stained the light-colored brocade clothes.Just take out the little poem and look at it carefully, there are long-lasting water droplets, stained with words.Fall on that, lovesickness.He once said that lovesickness, the underlying heart must be so smooth, it will be wonderful.

Now, he doesn't know how to keep his heart in order to be beautiful.

His fingertips lingered on the tears that had long since dried up.

If I knew it was such a stumbling block, why didn't I know each other at the beginning.Gu Bai, you are annoying me, you are hating me.You would rather never meet me.

Shen Muyuan suddenly lost his strength and leaned back on the chair back.Under the tightly closed eyes, the eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow in the flickering short candle.

The Adam's apple squirmed, but he didn't make a sound, but chewed and shouted those two words repeatedly in his heart.In the end, the eyes were wet, and the tears slipped into the ears.The faint candlelight dissipated with a beep, and Shen Muyuan wept bitterly in the dark.

Gu Bai, where exactly are you.

When Ah Huan saw the young master returning home early in the morning, his face turned pale with panic.

"My lord, didn't you get drunk last night and spent the night under the bridge hole! When you go out in the future, you should take your little one with you, Ah Huan can bring you back intact."

Shen Muyuan curled his lips into a perfunctory smile, "I'm not complete anymore. Get water and take a bath."

Life has its own pain of parting, from now on time is not gold.You used to love the blooming flowers in spring, the singing of cicadas in summer, the flying leaves in autumn, and the pureness of snow in winter.One day, that person came and sat beside you to watch the changing seasons and the changing of light and dark with you.If you want to get drunk, don't use wine.However, the most exquisite scenery in this life, when he left, all disappeared with him.Even at the beginning, the Fang Mingli and Meiyan he had were no longer the same.

Sitting in the octagonal pavilion, Shen Muyuan watched the camellia plants in the courtyard sprout green, conceive buds, bloom quietly, and fully bloom.He also saw that the camellia was withering and yellowing day by day, and the flowers withered and turned into mud, looking gloomy.

The wind and the sun, the rain and the snow cover, but there are flowers or no flowers, but they are always lush and green.He smiled happily, Gu Bai's camellias are really easy to grow.As long as it doesn't die, I just hope it doesn't die...

Shen Muyuan brought the tainted autumn cold into winter.A Huan had already hung heavy curtains outside the octagonal pavilion, and Shen Muyuan put a copper stove on his knees, and the stove was simmering at his feet, and he was concentrating on drawing a few goldfish in the pond.After only a few strokes, he would cough for a while, and sometimes when the strength came up, he would bow down, his face flushed, and the tears in his eyes would not stop.

A Huan put the sable cloak that Eldest Young Master sent the day before yesterday on Shen Muyuan's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, I've been outside for a long time today, why don't you go back to your room early and have a rest, you can have dinner soon It’s gone. It’s getting colder these days, so I can’t catch the cold anymore.”

Shen Muyuan nodded, put down his pen and followed Ah Huan back to his room to rest.A month ago, there was a wind and cold, and the sick body gradually recovered, but the coughing disease persisted several times. The doctor said that it might not get better until the beginning of spring, when the cold and dampness in the body were completely eliminated.

The dinner was light, Shen Muyuan's appetite was poor, and he coughed badly from time to time, so he couldn't eat a few mouthfuls, so he hastily set aside his chopsticks, drank the medicine specially sent by Lin Shuhao, and ate two candied fruit. It's over.

A Huan was burning with anxiety when he described the young master getting thinner and thinner day by day, and urged the kitchen to put in a lot of effort to learn how to make tofu nao. The young master liked salty food, so he imitated the taste of the food at Gu Bai's place, and asked them to add chopped green onion.The first time Shen Muyuan saw the tofu nao made in the kitchen, he was stunned, and there was no further fluctuation after that.Thinking of Ah Huan's intentions, he always took two symbolic bites.

into the night.

The room was warm, Shen Muyuan felt a little sleepy, so he closed the book in his hand, put out the candle and lay down.He hugged the linen blouse covered by the brocade quilt, buried his head in it, and there was a faint fragrance of acacia in his mouth and nose.The slightly rough cloth rubbed against the fingertips of the face, as if the person was still beside him, tender and tender, rubbing his ears and temples together.

Shen Muyuan untied his belt, and stroked Qingjian's body with his palm.Has Gu Bai ever touched him like this?Thinking of the hands that were about the same size as him, the palms were a little rough, and they were prone to sweat when they were hot.It's just that his hands are always warm and soft at any time, unlike his fingertips which are always cold.Shen Muyuan's breathing became heavier, and his other hand firmly grasped the short shirt to cover his face.Muttering in his mouth, "Gu Bai, Gu Bai..."

Feeling uncontrollable, several times at a loss, he opened his mouth and bit the light white shirt, with hatred and love, and felt that the bank of desire was bursting, and at that moment, a raging cough wrapped in trembling gushed out together.

Shen Muyuan shrunk his body into a ball, buried under the quilt, coughed and almost died of breath.His whole body and brain were flushed red, and thin sweat was forced out of his body.The flood of tears almost soaked the blouse.

The coughing gradually stopped, and after a long time, a barely audible sigh sounded in the dark room.

"This disease should get better soon, I can't stop crying."

As the year approaches, good news comes from Xiangling, she has finally found someone who is sympathetic with her.He was originally the son of a foreigner. Although his family was not noble, it was also rich.The two had a lot of contacts in business, and they got along for several years, and they were deeply affectionate. Although it was difficult, they came together anyway.

Shen Muyuan was not without winks, and begged Cuiyun, the maid beside Xiang Ling, for Ah Huan at the right time.Ah Huan was overjoyed and thanked him a thousand times. The two of them fell in love with each other, and they secretly looked at each other for a long time.It's just that Ah Huan really didn't expect that the young master who was usually mentally exhausted, depressed and physically ill could be so meticulous, caring about the little thoughts of his servant.Thinking of the young master who was still waiting for Gu Bai, looking lonely and lonely, Ah Huan couldn't help but redden his eyes.

Shen Muyuan laughed at him, "Although marrying a wife is a major event in life, you don't have to be so excited. Before the bride is in her arms, she starts crying."

Ah Huan wiped his eyes hastily, and said in agreement, "Isn't this the first time I'm married, I'm so excited."

"You want to marry a few more times. The idea is far-reaching. But in the end, you have to be considerate and considerate of your son. He is lazy in himself, so he has to worry about you a few more times."

After Shen Muyuan drank these two glasses of wedding wine, the sky gradually warmed up.After drinking the medicinal juice for a whole winter, it had some effect, and the cough was finally cured.Ah Huan began to think about nourishing the young master, staring at the kitchen every day and carefully preparing three meals a day for the young master.After the beginning of spring, Shen Muyuan's appetite also improved.After some recovery, the face is rejuvenated and no longer sick.

The sister-in-law at home made Xinxi again, Shen Muyuan was considerate of his brother, and took over a lot of business in the outer city.Traveling north and south is like relaxing.It's just that everyone on the road looks like him, but it's not him.

So another half a year has passed.

I wanted to go home before the Double Ninth Festival, but unfortunately I was delayed for a few days on the way.After arriving home, it is inevitable that relatives, friends and classmates will set up a banquet, reminiscing about the past and drinking.

Shen Muyuan recuperated at home for a few days, and finally wiped away the dust all over his body.Lin Shuhao, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, came to visit, and Shen Muyuan was still surprised. The third son of the Lin family had a spring in his smile, and a peach blossom on his face.

Lin Shuhao said loudly, "There is news about Gu Bai."

The teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, the plain white ceramics cracked and shattered, and the clear green tea leaves stained the floor.Shen Muyuan still hung his hands empty and lost his movement.After a long while, the eyes staring at Lin Shuhao flickered, and some light burst out.

"How is he?"

Sitting in the galloping cabin, Shen Muyuan was originally anxious, but now he gradually calmed down, feeling a little unreal in a trance.

Lin Shuhao's words were still ringing in his ears.

"Gu Bai is really talented, and he is no different from you. He won the exam only once, but it is a pity that he was an aide in the prefect of Suzhou. This is also like you. Maybe a few more years of study will really make him a champion. Come back. Well, I don't know whether to say he's motivated or not."

In the past two days, Shen Muyuan looked dull. When he found the small courtyard at the corner of the busy city, he woke up like a dream.

With tears in his eyes, Ah Huan said with a smile, "Master, this must be the place! Go in quickly. The little one stays outside, eats and sleeps by himself, don't worry about anything else, just treat Gu Bai well." Son, talk."

In fact, Shen Muyuan didn't listen to a word of what A Huan said, and he didn't even remember the personal book boy he found with all his heart.There is only a vague figure in my heart, and the lovesickness is deep in my bones.

The courtyard door was ajar, but not closed.Ah Huan pushed the dazed young master beside him, and cleverly closed the door from the outside.

Shen Muyuan staggered.Stepping into the courtyard, under the withered and yellow grape arbor, there is a low table and a rocking chair.With a sweeping gaze, on the stone table next to the well, there is a sewing basket that is particularly glaring. The half-made shoe uppers in the basket are obviously men's styles.