Touch the cold

It was almost noon on the second day when Mo Zijin walked into the wine shop at the end of the street with a heavy head on his head.

"Yo, Mr. Mo."

The waiter of Gujiufang was a thin and short boy with a dark face.

Although he looks so dark, he still likes to be called Mantou by others.However, although the steamed buns were not made very well, they were quick and smooth. No, when the old customer Mo Zijin came in, he hurriedly shook the white rag on his shoulders to greet him.

Mo Zijin nodded tiredly, walked to a table by the window and sat down, ordered a jug of wine and two small dishes.

With a smile all over his face, Mantou responded cheerfully, first poured Mo Zijin a bowl of fragrant jasmine tea, then leaned towards him with a celadon teapot and asked softly, "Mr. Mo, what did you do last night? Can you succeed in the Qin residence?"

Mo Zijin was holding a teacup in his right hand and was about to drink tea. After hearing Mantou's words, he put the teacup back on the table. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he raised his left hand expressionlessly and shook it lightly. Yu hangs between his two fingers facing the sunlight coming in from the window.

"Hey, this is a good thing." Mantou lowered his voice and praised, his eyes were full of greed, and he stretched out his dark hand to touch the jade. Unexpectedly, Mo Zijin turned his wrist and grabbed the jade back. He didn't even have a chance to take another look at it.

Mantou was stunned in embarrassment, and resentfully withdrew his hand in mid-air. Looking at Mo Zijin who was drinking tea indifferently, he pretended to admire: "Mr. Mo is really powerful, he can succeed with one blow, I admire you."

"I didn't steal this." Mo Zijin put down the teacup in his hand again, and then said truthfully, "This is... the master of the Qin family gave it to me."

"What... what... for?" Mantou was shocked by these words and didn't know what to say.

Mo Zijin let out a long breath and leaned his elbows on the table. He thought about it all night but couldn't figure out what kind of medicine the master of the Qin family bought in the gourd, so he frowned and asked Mantou, "You Say there is something wrong with their master?"

"Master Qin Yi of the Qin family has some problems, but it has nothing to do with this jade." Mantou immediately put the teapot in his hand on the table and sat opposite Mo Zijin.

"Huh?" Mo Zijin blinked, "What's wrong with him?"

Mantou looked up in surprise and said, "Young master, don't you know?"

"Hurry up." Mo Zijin tapped his fingers on the table impatiently.

When it comes to anecdotes about wild ghosts, Mo Zijin can tell a lot, but when it comes to merchants' family problems, Mo Zijin really doesn't know as much as the little guy in the wine shop who meets people every day.So Mantou twisted his body, changed his comfortable posture and approached Mo Zijin and said, "This son of the Qin family is actually deaf."

"What? Deaf man?" Mo Zijin yelled without suppressing his voice, which attracted the attention of several diners in the distance.

Mantou hurriedly jumped off the bench, and made a circle around the guests to apologize, but before the circle was finished, Mo Zijin pulled him back by the collar, "Are you serious? "

Grinning, the mantou broke free from Mo Zijin's grasp, straightened his clothes and said, "There are countless merchants in Gujiufang every day, and many of them have had business dealings with the Qin family. Grabbing a few merchants to ask you, don’t you know? Cough, what, I’ll pour wine for you.” Mantou hurriedly slipped away after speaking, but when he came back with the wine, the jasmine tea on the table was still lukewarm. Yes, but Mo Zijin was no longer in his seat.

When Mo Zijin heard Mantou's words, his heart was in a mess, and his mind was full of the faint smile in the purple dress. The man looked no different from ordinary people, and he couldn't see any flaws no matter what.

"You must be pretending to be deaf and dumb." Mo Zijin walked down the long street with his arms folded, and muttered with his head bowed.

It was late autumn, and a few dead leaves rolled on the street paved with bluestone slabs. The autumn wind was getting colder, making people want to shiver. It was cold everywhere, but only the jade held in the palm was warm.

Mo Zijin spread out his palms, and only then did he have the time to take a closer look at the jade.This jade is tender and pale in color, and the two long-lin dragons carved on the jade are quite imposing, and there is a hollowed-out cloud between the two dragons.Mo Zijin hung the jade on his fingertips, held it up to his eyes, turned around to find a place with good light, and took a closer look, but happened to pass through the auspicious cloud in the middle, and caught a glimpse of the "Qin Mansion" on the lintel of the house next to the street. "Two words.

The cloud engraved on this jade, maybe it is auspicious cloud, actually attracted Mo Zijin to the front of the Qin residence without knowing it, just in time for Qin Yi to push the door and come out, and it was too late for him to hide, his four eyes met each other. With some surprise.

Mo Zijin stared at Qin Yi, neither advancing nor retreating for a moment, but Qin Yi was quite at ease, quickly concealed the surprise in his eyes, walked down the stone steps, and came to Mo Zijin.

"You don't know how to talk about your master?"

"Mr. Song, you also know our master's uncompromising temperament, who can control it."

Just when Mo Zijin didn't know what to say, he heard the noise at the door of the Qin residence, and when he looked up, he saw a thin man who looked like a scholar and a servant of the Qin family coming out of the door, both of them looked unhappy.

Following Mo Zijin's gaze, Qin Yi also turned his head, turned his back to Mo Zijin and looked at the Qingyi scholar surnamed Song, with sharp eyes.

Seeing such eyes, the scholar closed his complaining mouth, looked past Qin Yi, and when he looked at Mo Zijin behind him, his hands trembled unconsciously. Fortunately, his sleeves were wide and no one paid attention to him. subtle changes.

The scholar clenched his fists to stabilize his mind, then turned his head and sighed to the servant: "Yes, it seems that what your master has done is really out of control."

Qin Yi ignored the two of them, turned to Mo Zijin again, and made two gestures, but Mo Zijin looked at him with a puzzled expression.Qin Yi had no choice but to ask, "Do you want to come in again?"

Qin Yi's voice was a little fluttering, and the voice fell to the ground. Before Mo Zijin could react, the scholar walked down the stone steps and sighed to him with a smile: "It's really not easy to make Qin Yi speak, since he is deaf. When it falls, it's almost dumb."

Mo Zijin was confused when he heard it, but at this moment he believed in Qin Yi's deafness, but he still shook his head at Qin Yi, the jade in his palm looked like a hot potato at this moment, Mo Zijin raised his hand, like Qin Yi did to him that day, put the jade back into Qin Yi's hand, turned around and didn't want to have anything to do with this inexplicable person.

After Mo Zijin walked away, the scholar looked at Qin Yi and asked, "Is he the reason why you exchanged this piece of jade?"

Qin Yi didn't say a word, just clenched the jade tightly in his hand, the jade still had the warmth of Mo Zijin on it.

Besides, after Mo Zijin returned the jade, he felt inexplicably happy in his heart, and even the groggy feeling in his head was relieved a lot, so he went back to the wine shop and ordered a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and a jar of Huadiao wine.

"Mr. Mo." Mantou carried the two jars of wine to Mo Zijin's table, approached him mysteriously and said, "It is said that the jade has been fried to 5 taels today, you are very lucky, sir."

"Cough...cough cough cough." Mo Zijin choked on a sip of wine and couldn't even speak coherently, "How many taels?"

Mantou stretched out five charcoal stick-like fingers, widened his eyes and exaggeratedly said: "5 taels."

Mo Zijin was full of helplessness, and only then began to regret his impulsiveness.