Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

It's no wonder that Su Qingchi felt chilly all over his body, it was already drizzle outside.

The rain is delicate, light and shallow, and you can't notice it unless you look closely, but the green bamboo outside the window is even more green, and the bamboo leaves and bamboo branches have been covered with a thin layer of white mist, covering the surface finely and densely.

Together with the person outside the window, the color of the clothes on his body is also more colorful, obviously already wet.

"Master Shang, won't you come in?"

Su Qingchi had already gathered his clothes and got up, boiled water, and the water mist curled up in the bamboo shed like strands of silk.

Even though Shang Chengde concealed it quickly, the moment of embarrassment on his face could not escape Su Qingchi's eyes.

Su Qingchi opened the door and let in the man who was covered in rain and let in.

Since Shang Chengde entered the door, Su Qingchi stopped paying attention to him, and sat on a low bamboo stool by himself, fanning the small green stove for boiling water with a cattail fan.

Although Shang Chengde's clothes were not soaked, the outer coat was still damp in his hands.

A burst of coolness hit, Shang Chengde only felt an itchy nose and sneezed.

Su Qingchi got up and walked over with a cattail fan.

"Look at the water for me." After saying that, he stuffed the cattail fan into Shang Chengde's hand.

Shang Chengde was taken aback, "Okay."

Without the slightest shirk and hesitation, he really sat by the fireside.

Su Qingchi leaned on the reclining chair, leisurely looking at the man who was clumsily fanning the cattail fan in front of the green furnace, but was lost in thought.

"Take off your clothes."

"Ah?" Shang Chengde smiled when he came to his senses, "No need, this stove is quite warm, I'm afraid it will be dry in a while."

"I said, take it off." The voice was still cold, but it seemed to be tinged with anger.

Shang Chengde didn't speak any more, he didn't know where he had offended the person behind him, he just pretended that the other person cared about him, and with a smile on his lips, he took off his coat and hung it on the shelf by the stove.

Since then, no one in the house has spoken, only the slight thumping sound of the green furnace burning.

It's so quiet and comfortable.

At this time, Shang Chengde only had a set of white satin obscene clothes on his body, as if to avoid suspicion and embarrassment, leaving only Su Qingchi's back.

The silk satin was close to the body, and the outline of the man's back was immediately revealed.

Shang Chengde lowered his head and fanned the cattail fan, hesitantly said, "Brother Su...don't you remember to take it down?"

"...How can I not remember."

Shang Chengde only felt that the voice behind him was ethereal, and it didn't sound like it was speaking to him.

But there is no third person in the room. Shang Chengde's smile deepened and he was about to speak when he felt someone approaching behind him. Before he could turn around, his back warmed up and a hand touched his back. his waist.

The movements were gentle, as if with deep nostalgia.

"Brother Su?"

"Don't talk." The other party hugged even tighter.

Shang Chengde only felt that the other party's heartbeat came in bursts, beating on his heart one by one.

Neither of them made a sound, only the water mist in this room was hazy and ambiguous.

"The clothes are dry, put them on."

After an unknown amount of time, Su Qingchi let go of his hand, and his tone was cold and distant, as if the intimacy between the two had never existed before.

The temperature behind his back suddenly dropped, and Shang Chengde shuddered. At this time, he seemed to have not recovered his own language, so he just gave a soft ah, and took the coat aside and put it on.

The clothes were indeed dry, not only dry, but also full of warmth.

The water in the teapot had already been poured out, extinguishing the fire in the green furnace.

After putting on his clothes, he turned around and saw the man by the small window leaning against the window in a daze.

A pair of phoenix eyes concealed the slanting autumn water in the past, and her frivolous lips were also pursed quietly, without a trace of curvature, so ruthless, but also breathtakingly beautiful.

"Brother Su, it's getting late, are we going back?"

The slender eyes slowly slanted over, and the tone was light, "You haven't left yet?"

Shang Chengde couldn't say that seeing him in a daze, he couldn't bear to disturb him all the time, so he stood aside and waited for a long time.

Su Qingchi got up and looked out the window, "It's really getting late, and since Young Master Shang hasn't left, why don't we go down the mountain together."

The tea leaves were still placed in the small bowl by the stove, and the tea water had already boiled, but the Yiren had gone, leaving only a trace of warm fragrance.

The path of stone steps is narrow and winding. This path is remote and uninhabited, so there is inevitably some moss, and because of the rain that just fell, it is even more slippery and difficult to walk.

Su Qingchi was in the front, Shang Chengde was in the back, and there was not a single word along the way.

It was only after walking to the foot of the mountain that Shang Chengde let out a heavy breath.

It's been a really hard journey.

"Master Shang, I'm afraid he has never walked such a long mountain road." Su Qingchi smiled while shaking his fan.

Shang Chengde smiled wryly, his whole heart was hanging at Su Qingchi's feet all the way.

If he was the only one to go, why did he have to work so hard?

When they arrived at Chunqin Garden, Su Qingchi said a few words of greeting, then took his leave and went upstairs.

Shang Chengde stopped him from behind, "Brother Su said before that if Shang went to Chunqin Garden for a small sit down, Brother Su would personally entertain him. Is this true?"

Su Qingchi didn't expect him to say this at this time, nodded and said, "Naturally."

Shang Chengde smiled, "Shang has written it down, and I will leave."

Su Qingchi looked at that figure until the figure of the other party was buried by the crowd.

A sigh, barely audible.

Su Baoer has already returned to Chunqin Garden. As soon as Su Qingchi entered the house, Su Baoer rushed over to make a fuss, "Brother, I don't care if you leave me, are you not afraid that I will be abducted by bad guys?"

Su Qingchi glanced at him, "Are you kidnapped?"

Su Baoer wrinkled her nose, and sat on the pier, "I just saw you coming back with Young Master Shang, did you meet at the Empress Temple?"

"Yeah." Su Qingchi nodded lightly, and lowered his head to drink tea.

"Hey, aren't you surprised to meet him today?" Su Baoer raised her thin eyebrows, and moved her head to Su Qingchi.

Su Qingchi raised his eyelids.

Su Baoer was uncomfortable being looked at, "Brother, don't look at me like this, it's weird."

He jumped off the round pier, walked around behind Su Qingchi, and rubbed Su Qingchi's shoulders.

"I wanted to tell you the last time I came back from the Shangfu singing hall, but unfortunately you fell asleep, and I forgot about it later. The young master Shang asked about you and said that he had hit it off with you and wanted to make friends but lamented that he had no chance. Speak to you."

Su Bao'er leaned down and leaned on his brother's shoulder, "I know the young master of this merchant, and none of the servants in the house does not say that the young master is good, and I see that he is not a bad person, maybe he really wants to make friends with you , I just casually said that I would go to the Niangniang Temple with you to offer incense on the eighth day of April, but I didn’t expect him to go, hehe, how did he find you on such a big mountain?”

Thinking of Shang Chengde's wet body, muddy feet and grass leaves, Su Qingchi remained silent.

After sending Su Baoer out, Su Qingchi asked someone to bring a bucket of hot water into the house.

The water vapor is dense, just like a ray of light penetrating through the window, two or two are lingering.

Su Qingchi leaned against the edge of the wooden barrel with his neck up. His slender, fair neck and flat chest formed a graceful curve. His slender fingers picked up the hot water and poured it down his neck to his chest. Following his movements, There was only a dreamy sound of water.

Su Qingchi closed his eyes, in a trance, only saw a person with his back turned to him, saying, "Su Yang, I like you."

But who that person was, he didn't remember much, he only knew that the person was wrapped in a white cloth and carried away the day after he said this sentence, and the white cloth was dyed red as soon as it was wrapped.

The person was cut in two. It is said that it was because the lover was insulted that he ran to find someone to fight for his life.

I didn't expect this to go, and I lost my life.

"Fool……"

So what if you're dead, I can't remember what you look like now, are you worth it?

Su Qingchi leaned against the wooden barrel, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and the corners of his beautiful eyes shone slightly.

"Oh, my eldest young master, you are back. The eldest lady has been looking for you everywhere." As soon as Shang Chengde returned home, he saw his long follower Lu Qing hurried over.

"Mother is looking for me? What's the matter?" Shang Chengde asked as he entered the room and changed into a set of clothes.

Lu Qing, who was still running around in a hurry, suddenly smiled and shook his head, "Of course it's a good thing."

"Good thing?" Shang Chengde smiled and buttoned up the button.

"Eldest young master, hurry up and go to the eldest lady's place, and you will know something good."

Lu Qing obviously knew something.

"Okay, I'll go and have a look." Shang Chengde was about to go out, but suddenly turned around, "By the way, where is Cheng Jun, I still have something to ask him."

"The third young master is probably in the Qiu residence."

"Qiu Mansion? Which Qiu Mansion?"

Lu Qing pushed him out, "Oh, you should go to Da Furen's first, and you will know everything."

Shang Chengde was wearing a blue-bottomed gown, trimmed with gold thread, making him even more handsome and elegant.

Passing through the flower corridor, I saw Mrs. Shang, accompanied by her maid, having tea in the pavilion on the lake from a long distance away. Shang Chengde smiled and walked forward.

"Mother, Lu Qing said you were looking for me?"

Mrs. Shang put down her teacup, took her son's hand, and said with a smile, "Come on, sit down."

Now Mrs. Shang is fifty, needless to say, this Mrs. Shang is also in her forties. However, Mrs. Shang's jet-black and glossy hair is tied up in a wishful bun. Wearing a green silk and phoenix-tailed skirt, so charming, there is no trace of an old lady, even the maid who is holding cardamom next to her can't compare.

Mrs. Shang touched her son's cheek and said with emotion, "Yesterday I was just a baby in swaddling clothes, but now I have grown up so much."

Shang Chengde poured a cup of tea for Mrs. Shang, "Mother, drink tea."

Mrs. Shang smiled and looked directly at her son, "Chengde, you must have heard that you, Qiu Shibo, moved back to the old house in the capital from Jiangnan. You, Zhongwen and Ling'er have been together since childhood, and have not seen each other for many years. See, I'm afraid I don't remember what they look like."

As if recalling an anecdote from his childhood, Shang Chengde said with a smile, "No, Zhongwen is about the same size as my third brother. Even if he is standing in front of me now, I might not be able to recognize him, but Linger is easy to recognize. She was young. There is a grain of cinnabar between the eyebrows, which is said to be a beauty spot, and the child will recognize it just because of this grain of cinnabar."

Mrs. Shang's smile deepened, "Chengde still remembers that Ling'er?"

"It's natural. When I was young, I was ignorant. I heard people talk about marrying a daughter-in-law, and even clamored to marry Ling'er. Hehe, if I think about it now, I'm really messing around." Shang Chengde shook his head and laughed.

When Madam Shang saw her son mentioning it, she felt even more joyful, and hurriedly said, "Ling'er is now in the prime of life, she is beautiful, sensible and filial, your father and I really like it, yesterday your father visited you at Qiu Shibo's house , the two happened to talk about you and Ling'er, your father asked me to come over and find out what you mean, if..."

"Mother." Shang Chengde held Mrs. Shang's hand, "The baby is only 22 now, don't you think it's too early to mention these things now?"

Mrs. Shang blamed, "It's too early, Cheng Jun is three years younger than you, and now he has three concubines, Cheng En has no intention of female sex, your father gave him a concubine, only you, relying on your father If you spoil you, you will lose your appearance, and if you say it, you will be laughed at."

"Mother." Shang Chengde smiled helplessly, "If you talk about the relationship between men and women, it's not that I don't understand, but now I'm just learning business with my father, and I've only just gotten started with business affairs. At this time, I really can't think about getting married For the matter, I also ask the mother to relieve the father for the son."

"It's getting worse and worse." Mrs. Shang held her son's hand, "I won't force you to do this, Ling'er has only just come to the capital, so she must not be familiar with the capital, so you can play with her if you have nothing to do. How about staying with her first?"

"Mother." Shang Chengde was about to speak, but was glared at by Mrs. Shang, so he had to smile wryly, "Come on, come on, it's just mother."

"That's right." Mrs. Shang smiled heartily.

After sitting with Mrs. Shang for a while, Shang Chengde sent Mrs. Shang back to the room, and then went back to the room himself.

"Young master, it seems that our Shang family will have a happy event soon." Lu Qing poured a cup of tea for Shang Chengde.

Shang Chengde glared at him, Lu Qing closed his mouth, and asked cautiously, "Why, the young master doesn't like that Miss Qiu?"

"Don't mention this in advance, Lu Qing, the third young master is back, you ask him to come over, I have something to look for him."

"Yes." Lu Qing put down the teapot, turned and walked out the door.

Shang Chengde sat alone on the round pier, holding a teacup in his hand, he didn't intend to drink, but just stroked the pattern on the cup wall with his fingers, he was in a daze.

During his fugue, he felt in a trance that someone was hugging him gently from behind.

Turning around, he was alone in the room.

Only then did he recall the shallow and vague intimacy that happened between him and someone in the bamboo hut during the day.

Turning his head and sniffing lightly, there seemed to be a ray of warm fragrance that did not belong to him left on his body.

It was the first time for Shang Chengde to be so close to someone other than his parents' blood relatives when he grew up so much, thinking of it now, his heart couldn't help but move.

The scene of Su Qingchi when he woke up suddenly appeared in his mind, his clothes were messy, his fragrant shoulders were exposed, his pair of phoenix eyes opened slowly with a hint of confusion, thinking about the charming scenery at that moment, Shang Chengde's heart tightened, A pool of clear waves, now ripples layer upon layer.

"Could it be... a demonic obstacle?" Shang Chengde whispered.

But I don't know when there is a smile on my lips.