Red Plum Wine Dyeing

Jiang Xiyu never called her father, only a mother.Later, my mother remarried a rich man as a concubine, and she followed her.In the end, he had endured humiliation for many years, watched the head of the family be critically ill, and stole a large sum of money to develop in the capital.He has brains, even if his status is low, he is willing to do business, and has laid the foundation for more than three years.

When Jiang Chuan was young, he liked to travel in the mountains and rivers, so he often went with him when he was carrying goods.

One day, I took a boat across the water to deliver goods. I happened to meet a lone boat and drifted with the current. After looking closely, I realized that there was a person lying on it, and I rescued it.This is a woman who, after waking up and knowing the facts, claims to be a homeless traveler, her surname is Ji and her surname is Yuyi.When she confessed, her eyes were blurred with tears, and Jiang Xiyu had nothing to do, so she took her first.

Ji Yuyi's natural heroic spirit, lively and cheerful personality, and like-mindedness with Jiang Xiyu, the two chatted with each other along the way.After all, he was young and frivolous, and once he went there halfway, he formed a relationship.

It was only later that Jiang Chuan found out that Ji Yuyi hadn't bound her feet and acted neatly. She had been with him for less than half a year, and her marriage was fixed for next month.Just these few days, Ji Yuyi left with Jiang Chuan's large sum of money.

After all, he really thought about marrying Ji Yuyi, but now that he thinks about it, he might not even know her real name.Although Jiang Xiyu was filled with grief and indignation, she had no choice but to hang around the place of fireworks all day long to drink away her sorrows and run away from business.It wasn't until he was stopped by the sex director of the brothel that he worked hard and made up his mind to start from scratch.For dead debts that could not be forced, I simply tore up the IOUs in front of my face; I pawned everything in the family that could be pawned into cash; relying on the roots that I took down in the past few years, I went into business again.

It wasn't until the autumn of the second half of the year that Jiang Xiyu returned to the previous [-]%, and the white hair on her temples became more and more unruly, and she liked to use alcohol to relieve stress. Over time, she fell into a disease of coughing up blood.As for arms, because of the high risk, he only makes huge profits, and the main thing is to sell porcelain as the standard.

Autumn urges the leaves to turn golden, and attracts the wind to play with them. The fallen leaves are like tired butterflies, stopping and piling up.Although the autumn wind is not as threatening as winter, it is also chilling.

Not counting the storefront, Jiang Xiyu seldom went out, and it happened that Zuiminglou invited the theater troupe, so she found a place to sit and watch.Sorrow is like an actor who sheds his own tears in other people's stories.

Jiang Xiyu skimmed the tea foam, but her heart was like a mirror, who else could be the one sitting on the side.Not saying anything, let alone looking at each other, just knowing each other.

Perhaps it was because the singing was too long, people whispered in twos or threes, and the table that was close to him started the song, and Jiang Chuan naturally fell in his ears.It is said that there is a blood jade hidden in a certain mausoleum. The owner is a jade merchant. He accidentally got a piece of blood jade. The mausoleum is hidden.

It sounds interesting, and finding this mausoleum is not a problem, but it is unknown whether the legend is true or not, but it might be okay if you try it... Mo Ya smiled a little brightly from his bright eyes, and only looked at himself After discussing the itinerary with Murong Ying, they set off.

A few days later, the shopkeeper specially came to the door to inform that one of the old bills for arms smuggling had been lost. Sure enough, someone sent a threatening letter a few nights later, demanding that one hundred taels of silver be put in the suburbs early in the morning.I didn't know where to find someone, so I had to give it away; who knew that a few days later, I came back and asked for 15 taels of gold.Jiang Xiyu was really angry.give it?Give.By the way, call the dead man you found a few days ago and arrange something to do.

The dead man was just what Jiang Chuan got when he was down and down a few years ago.He was one of the torn IOUs.No, the news in Jianghu was fast, and the source was found within a few days. He was a gambler and passed through the business.After listening to the arrangement, the dead man tied up the man's old man and gave him a finger every half day.

It turned out that the bill and the person were changed.Before leaving, the dead man ransacked the house neatly.The capital has never seen his shadow again.I repaid my favor, and walked naturally and gracefully.

Mo Ya went here for a longer time than he estimated, it took half a month to find the mausoleum, besides, it took half a day to bring out the jade after entering the tomb, and said that the jade dealer was also surprised that such a good piece of jade had to be swallowed in his mouth Fortunately, the corpse was relatively fresh, and the blood did not seep in and damage the shape.This time the tomb robbery of Mo Yacong took longer, and his left arm accidentally cut the hole, but fortunately there was no poison on it.

When he came out in disgrace, he went to change his clothes, returned to the capital, and came to the house familiarly. He didn't knock on the door but went in. It was only early in the morning, thinking that Jiang Chuan should be at home.

There was a crescent moon in the sky, which was just right, the only light was completely covered by thick clouds, and no stars could be exposed.This is a ruthless thing, so how can it be too much or too little.

Jiang Xiyu originally lit the candle to read a book, held the candle in order to stabilize the candle body with wax oil, but because of this lighting, she was fascinated by watching: the candle light flickered on and off, followed by the light leaking in through the window. The wind swayed one after another, as if it was about to leave, but was pulled back by the wick like a tease.It is good to say that you are willing, but it is not worth mentioning that you have to.Holding, sleepy; playing, teasing; crying, lighting up.As long as there is more strength and persuasion, they can be separated.Together, it is a candle, and the candle will turn the wax into ashes; not together, the wax is still wax, but the candle is nothing.

When I came back to my senses, the wax did not fall on the table.Jiang Xiyu caressed the uneven layer of wax oil on the hand that held the candle. It was too hot and warm at first, but now all she has to sigh is resentment.If you keep the original temperature, you will not feel cold, but the most annoying thing is that you give too well and lose too quickly, right?

Mo Yacong stood by the door, intending to knock on it, but after thinking about it, he pushed the door directly.He wanted to startle him, but Jiang Xiyu didn't sleep at all, and the dim candlelight hit his pale face, which frightened him.

"I've never seen you like this. Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night? Miss me?" Mo Yacong returned to that yuppie rascal with a hippie smile, and sat opposite without paying much attention.

"I haven't seen you in recent days." Jiang Xiyu first peeled off the solidified wax oil on his hand, lit a kerosene lamp, and closed the half-covered window. "Why do you want to be a guest in the middle of the night? I'm being neglected."

"I went out to have some fun. But you, it's late autumn and you still open the window to blow the wind. What's the matter with the wax oil on your hand? Do you want to keep warm? I don't know if you are really cold or fake cold." Jiang Xiyu didn't wait for the greetings to finish. Answer, buckle a bag on the table. "have a look."

Before Jiang Chuan said much, he glanced at him, hesitated for a while, and stretched out his hand.Untie the strap and pour out a stone.The white jade has a yellow head, and the place that should be white and moist is more delicate, and the blood that seeps in is not muddy, but it looks like a plum blossom.Jiang Xiyu picked it up, feeling refreshingly cool.After playing with it for a while, I put it down again and pushed it over.

Mo Zaizhuan propped his chin with his uninjured arm, looked at the thing and came back, very strange; "Why, don't you like it? I still think it's a mouth sucking."

Facing the pair of blind black pupils, there is no emotion, not too many waves, just looking at him quietly, shaking his head.Afraid of misunderstanding, I added another sentence: "That's not what it means."

Mo Ya never said anything.Although he is a yuppie, he is also very dedicated.But it is often replaced.Recalling the past, when visiting the West Lake, I specially took a boat into the lotus, picked a few blooming flowers, and put them in white porcelain jars filled with clear water to raise them.In exchange for one of the twin famous prostitutes, Shuixiu smiled and played the piano.There are many rumors like this, and this is not the only one.Even if you restrain yourself in the future, you won't be able to change it.Just like the wine fairy next to him.

"Since it's late autumn, I usually come to sit and sit when I have free time. The side room has already been cleaned. Even wild cats know how to sneak into the house in rainy and snowy days. You understand this. You don't have to stay in the inn when winter comes. , after all, it’s not really convenient, and there’s no shortage of a pair of chopsticks.” Jiang Xiyu said it somehow, the language of understatement is plain and unpretentious.I always feel that I can find my own shadow.

He turned on the lamp by himself, and the pair of eagle eyes in the darkness were still very bright and clear, as if he wanted to see through everything he saw.

But Mo Rui must have misunderstood him.At night, Jiang Xiyu thought dully.It's a little cold in the room, but you don't have to sleep with me; forget it, don't squeeze me; I don't mind it, but don't go out of your way to hug my waist directly.The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, and I was already accumulating strength to punch an elbow, but I stopped again.Worth mentioning.Mo Ya must have been tired from tossing around for days looking for the blood jade, not to mention that he came here early in the morning.Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes, showing a little cinnabar mole on the end of her eyelids.Except for drooping and closing eyes, if you usually don't see it.

Before he knew it, Mo Yacong was completely familiar with Jiang Xiyu.Although they are rare during the day and often go out to have fun in the wind and waves, they will definitely come back at night.Why did Jiang Chuan know?He didn't live in a side room, so he had to rely on the excuse of being cold and not used to it.If Jiang Chuan worked too long at night, he could still be seen lying on the bed hugging the quilt when he returned home, he was asleep.Fortunately, I have never heard any strange noises at night.

Jiang Chuan only felt that something was changing.It's life and it's feelings.A few days ago, Mo Yacong often went to the kitchen to learn how to cook with Mama He. It was good, but he couldn't taste much, so he brought it to Jiang Xiyu.The first few times it was not flattering, but later it really improved and it suits his taste.What's more interesting is that Mo Yacong often made fun of things about her childhood, most of which were told by He's mother.

I still remember that for three consecutive days, Jiang Xiyu could guess what to eat.It was dark, and Jiang Chuan took a look in the kitchen, and asked sullenly in front of everyone: "Do you like tofu?"

Mo Yacong nodded, paused, and then emphasized: "I love to eat."

Mo Ya cooks according to his mood, most likely Mama He will do the cooking, but the table is also inseparable from the plate of rice.

What's more, Jiang Xiyu gets angry in winter, his throat hurts, and the wine is replaced with water, and the medicine is bought, but he doesn't take it on time.Jiang Chuan was still at his desk in the study. Mo Kuaizhuan pushed the door open and entered. He picked up a book from the floor and didn't read it for a long time. He put it down when he couldn't read the boring content, and came to the side to study ink.

"Why don't you talk, your voice is still not good." Mo Yacong put down the ink ingot, handed over a glass of water, watched Jiang Xiyu take a few sips and put it down, put his arms on the table and leaned over, "I know a recipe, do you want to try it?"

Before nodding, Mo Ya went from the waist that was already around Jiang Xiyu to the neck.Jiang Chuan knew it, so he endured it.Unexpectedly, it was not over yet, and he moved down again, his hands restless.Jiang Chuan patted him on the head gently, but there was still a second hickey on his neck.His ears were hot, and he couldn't swear because his throat was sore when he spoke, so he continued to work with a pen angrily.Since then, Jiang Xiyu has never refused to take medicine again.

It was not until later that Jiang Xiyu connected such things with tofu: Do you like tofu?Do you like to rub my oil and eat my tofu?