Touch the cold

In this way, Mo Zijin and Qin Yi had made an appointment, but after this matter was finalized, Qin Yi never went to see Mo Zijin again. Although Mo Zijin was a little puzzled, he was also happy to relax. Still the same as before, wandering around collecting strange stories from the folks, occasionally setting up a storytelling stand on the side of the street, and going to rich families to steal some treasures in exchange for some silver when they are free at night. Gradually, I suddenly felt like Qin Yi The agreed thing was just a joke, so I don't take it to heart anymore.

And it wasn't until the end of this month that he got news of Qin Yi again.

That morning, in the Qin Mansion, a frowning boy walked through the front door to the backyard, holding a piece of textured and delicate paper, presented it to Qin Yi, and said to him: "Master, look at this guy." Shan, this... the imperial court must have asked for too much this time."

Qin Yi took the bill of lading with one hand, looked at the handwriting on it and the red emperor's seal for a while, and didn't give any order, but stuffed the bill of goods back into the boy's hand.

The boy's expression became a little more bitter, as if he had just eaten half a catty of Coptis chinensis. He knew that his master's reaction was to let him do what was on the invoice, and it was useless to persuade him, so this little boy The servant had no choice but to back down unwillingly with this face on his face.

"If you do what you do, sooner or later, the Qin family's wealth will be wiped out." After the boy retreated, Song Boyi beside Qin Yi said this, but Qin Yi didn't look at him at all, just bowed his head and drank. One cup of half-warm tea.

"What exactly do you want?" Song Boyi hated Qin Yi's indifferent attitude the most in the past, so he tapped the corner of the table with his knuckles and asked him: "Did you really fall in love with that guy named Mo? Or are you It's just..."

When Song Boyi said this, he saw Qin Yi looking at him with eyes like a knife, and the blade struck, cutting off the second half of the sentence he was about to say, and knocked back his doubts.

Seeing Song Boyi stopped talking, Qin Yi picked up the ink pen on the table, and wrote half seriously and half jokingly: "If you talk nonsense again, I'll ask someone to drag you out and eunuch you, so that you won't be thrown into those rouge and jade powder again." money."

Song Boyi half-closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, shook the hem of his clothes and got up from the seat, and said with some resentment: "Well, can I stop talking. Mr. Qin, I wish you to win that person's heart and grow old together forever." Said After that, he went straight to the gate of Qin Mansion.

Qin Yi looked at Song Boyi's back, sighed slightly, hooked his fingers to the servant standing beside him, and wrote on the paper: "Go to the cashier and bring a few hundred taels of silver to Song Boyi. In addition..." Qin Yi Yi's pen paused: "Find me Mo Zijin."

"Hey." The boy responded and went to the accountant first.

The day was sunny and the sun was very good. Mo Zijin was lazy for a while and got up late. After waking up, seeing the rare good weather today, he took two packs of snacks and went out of the city. He was going to see own master.

Mo Zijin is an outcast. If his master hadn't dug him out of the snow and brought him home, he would have become a ghost in the underworld long ago.

In fact, Mo Zijin's master was also a snitch, but he had already washed his hands.After he taught Mo Zijin his skills, he left the noisy part of the capital, found a secluded corner outside the city, and plowed the fields, quite contentedly.

At the end of every month, Mo Zijin would bring some peanut cakes back to see his master as usual, and have a chat with him. His master has the interest of an old urchin, and he likes to talk endlessly with Mo Zijin, making fun of it. When Demo Zijin came back from outside the city, it was usually already sunset.

However, Mo Zijin came back late today, so he was so anxious to the servant of the Qin family. The servant sent many people from the Qin family to search for Mo Zijin in the city for a whole day, and he didn't see him until evening. Mo Zijin came in leisurely from outside the city, and the young man stomped his feet to meet him quickly, and said in an anxious tone, "Mr. Mo, you can make it easier for us to find you."

"Looking for me? You are..." Mo Zijin didn't recognize the person he was talking to, and said with a frown.

"Mr. Mo, my master is waiting for you in the mansion." The boy continued.

"Your... master? Could it be Qin Yi?" Mo Zijin asked.

"Hey." The servant nodded and smiled, and hurriedly made a gesture of invitation, leading Mo Zijin to the Qin residence.

In the Qin mansion, Qin Yi frowned and flipped through today's accounts, and just ordered someone to light the candles in the house, when he raised his eyes, he saw Mo Zijin, and Mo Zijin could clearly see the faint tiredness between Qin Yi's brows fade away, There was something more in those eyes than he could read.

"Young Master Qin." Knowing that Qin Yi was inconvenient, Mo Zijin stepped into the door slowly, nodded slightly, and called out first.

Qin Yi nodded, and winked at the servants around him, and those servants hurriedly left. The autumn day was cold, and by the way, they also closed the door for Qin Yi.The room fell silent after that, Qin Yi fixed his eyes on Mo Zijin, smiled at him, and pointed to the chair beside him to signal him to sit down.

Mo Zijin felt a little restrained. After all, he and Qin Yi had only met each other a few times so far, but taking people's money would require sex, so he sat down and asked Qin Yi politely: "Young Master Qin came to me, but do you think Bored?"

Qin Yi pushed aside the accounts on the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Mo Zijin, then spread out a blank piece of paper, and wrote: "You can just take it as it is, can you tell me a story."

"Of course." Mo Zijin curled up the corners of his lips. The tea smell was very strong, which made him relax a little. He tilted his head slightly and told a story he just heard from his master today. A lifetime of entanglement.

The story is a bit long, Qin Yi occasionally lowered his eyes, and occasionally looked up at Mo Zijin for a while, with a smile on his lips.

Mo Zijin knew that Qin Yi didn't really care what he was talking about, but he still finished the story, then took a sip of the cold tea in the cup, hesitated, and asked Qin Yi: "Mr. How's the story?"

Seeing Mo Zijin asking this question, Qin Yi just shook his head and smiled, picked up a pen and wrote an irrelevant sentence on the paper: "It's snowing."

Mo Zijin was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look outside the door, but the Xuanmen was closed, he couldn't see the scene outside clearly, so Mo Zijin got up and walked towards the Xuanmen, pushed it open, just saw the door in the night. , Fine snowflakes sprinkled from the air, covering a thin layer in front of the steps, reflecting the light yellow lights in the house.

Mo Zijin turned his head to look at Qin Yi who was smiling in the room, and asked, "Can you really not hear me?"