Wrong Changhuan

The next morning, morning fog filled the air.

When Chang Huan rushed to Jingyuan after breakfast and was full of anticipation, before entering the gate, he saw Man Qiu coming out from the inside, blocking the way, and said, "Miss Nuan, the master is not here."

"Ah Cuo went out early in the morning?" Chang Huan was very surprised, obviously yesterday he made an appointment to wait for her.

Man Qiu lowered her eyes and said, "Yes."

"Oh, then did she say, when will she be back?" Chang Huan immediately blamed himself for having breakfast in Jinxiu Garden, causing Ah to wait for a long time, and he must have been in a hurry to miss it.

Man Qiu shook his head.

"So, do you have anything to say to me?"

"nor."

Chang Huan felt a little lost for a moment, and said, "Then, I'll come back later." But he comforted himself, Ah Cuo has such a personality, maybe he will come back later.

But just when Chang Huan was about to turn around and walk back, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure in colorful clothes walking out of the kitchen door in the backyard to the north.

But in the blink of an eye, it disappeared again.

Chang Huan rubbed his eyes, turned his head again to confirm, except for a young man who ran out of the door, there was nothing else, so he thought to himself, it really was his own dazzled eyes.

She had never seen Die Feifei since Xiaoguan Zizai Valley left, so how could she suddenly appear here.

Man Qiu asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Chang Huan smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing, I mistakenly thought I saw an acquaintance just now... Then I'll go back first, if Ah Cuo came back early, please come and tell me."

"Okay--" Man Qiu answered in a low voice, then stood quietly at the door, watching Chang Huan go away.

That thin back, with a hint of loneliness, gradually drifted away in the thick fog, and then could not be discerned anymore.

Man Qiu turned her head and looked up at the plaque on the door with the word Jingyuan written on it, sighed helplessly, and walked towards the insider.

In the main hall of the house, the fire has been extinguished, and there are a few empty wine bottles scattered on the ground beside the table.

An Cuo was still dressed up yesterday, his hair was slightly messed up, he was leaning against the short table with a tired face, and he was still drinking.The breakfast on the table has not been touched in the slightest.

Seeing this, Man Qiu knelt down and said, "Master, you can't drink any more, you've already been drinking all night, if you drink any more, something will happen."

An Cuo ignored it, just looked outside the door, and said quietly, "She's gone?"

"Yes. The subordinate said that you have gone out according to the order... She said, if you come back, let the subordinate notify her."

An Cuo suddenly laughed dryly.

The reflection in the pupils of the past has now become a needle prick, which cannot be erased.

"Master, this subordinate doesn't understand. What's the matter, can't I ask you in person? You tortured yourself like this, and this subordinate felt uncomfortable after seeing it." Man Qiu still knelt down, and looked down as if he knew his mistake after speaking. Cold floor.

She had already gone beyond the rules when she said these words.

"Get up--" An Cuo glanced at Man Qiu, took a sip of wine, put another jug ​​of wine in his hand on the floor, and said, "There is no master and servant today, you drink with me !Drinking alone is too boring...alone..."

An Cuo didn't continue, and while he smiled wryly, his eyes turned red.

That expression was so sad that Man Qiu didn't know how to refuse.

Man Qiu got up and put charcoal on the two stoves in the corners of the house, and started to ignite again.After finishing all this, he pulled over a warm cushion on the short side, sat opposite An Cuo, picked up the jug, and uncorked it.

An Cuo looked at Man Qiu raising the pot to salute, and then looked up to take a sip as if he was satisfied.

It's just a taste, and I feel the aftertaste.

The cold liquid entered the throat, and within a moment it turned into hot steam.Man Qiu coughed lightly.

An Cuo was thoughtful, with a hint of laziness, and asked, "Man Qiu, if you want you to die for me, are you willing?"

Man Qiu put down the jug abruptly, knelt down and respectfully said, "It is the duty of the subordinates to die for the master, and it is also a blessing."

"Won't you feel resigned?"

"The subordinates are willing."

An Cuo looked at Man Qiu, stunned.That's right, even Man Qiu treats me like this, I, an unintentional person, can't help feeling grateful.

Lin Xiaonuan, Chen Yang died for you, you will never forget her, will you?So that day I asked you, who is Chen Yang?You point to my chest and say she's right here.Do you regard me as her shadow?Or her replacement?

How many times, when I found you looking at me secretly, the thinking behind that look, I thought it was just my momentary illusion.Thinking about it now, the person you are thinking about is her, isn't it?As Diefei said, because without her, you think of me, right?

Lin Xiaonuan, where do you put me and what do you want me to do?How do you want me to face you?What are you going to use to compete with Chen Yang?

Lin Xiaonuan, I can't compete with a dead person, I can't compete... No matter what I do, I'm still not her, do you understand?

When Die Feifei knocked on the door with a bowl of salty porridge and entered the room without permission, he saw Man Qiu bowing his head and kneeling on the ground, while An Cuo was stunned on the spot, and he didn't even seem to see her coming in. A slight reaction.

"Sister An, what's the matter with you?" Diefei put down the porridge, approached An Cuo, took the flagon from her hand, and shook her body slightly.

Only then did An Cuo slowly come back to his senses. When he looked at the butterfly, he felt his heart throbbing, and then he turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately there were dots of dots on the floor, the blend of crimson and clear ash, like a picture scroll that arouses daydreams.

"master--"

"Sister Ann--"

An Cuo was dazed and got up swayingly, ignoring the anxious two people in front of him, then wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, and staggered towards the bed.

Before he was drunk, An Cuo finally looked at the curtain on the top of the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Butterfly sat on the short side in a daze.A person who used to be like a banished fairy, with such amorous feelings, only needs to look back and ask a question, and he will steal his eyes and soul.But it only takes one day, and the decadence becomes another look.

When An Cuo held Lin Changhuan's hand and smiled silently, Die Feifei felt unwilling.But now, seeing that she is heartbroken and tears are hard to shed, why is she still in a state of uneasy mood and not even half happy.

Diefei stretched out his hand, unconsciously picked up An Cuo's leftover wine, and silently took a sip.

Jinxiu Garden, east wing room.

Xie Baitang was sewing a pink-rimmed white fox muff, while Jing Jiuge sat quietly drinking tea across from her, watching her.

Seeing Chang Huan push the door in, Xie Baitang looked up and was startled, and said, "You didn't go to see An Cuo, why did you come back so soon?"

"Ah wrong, she's not here, she's gone out."

Xie Baitang put down what was in his hands, and was about to pour a cup of tea when Jing Jiuge handed the cup to her hand as if he understood her.

With gratitude in his eyes, Xie Baitang handed the cup to Chang Huan and said, "Didn't you make an appointment yesterday?"

Chang Huan held the tea in both hands and took a seat, took a sip, and said, "Well... maybe she has something to do at the moment."

On the short side, although Jing Jiuge showed no reaction on his face, he became suspicious in his heart.When Mingyue Building was closed in recent years, nothing happened.And An Cuo has always been a man of his word.

Xie Baitang said in relief, "Then you just have time, you can read the book you brought back yesterday."

A word to wake up the dreamer.

Chang Huan then changed his color and said with a smile, "Yes... Mommy, if you don't tell me, I almost forgot." As he spoke, he got up and looked for a book on the shelf by the wall, then went to the desk and sat down, Open it carefully and read it quietly.

Seeing this, Xie Baitang smiled helplessly and shook his head.

Jing Jiuge, who had been watching quietly, suddenly said, "Her confused look is very similar to you before..." Seeing Xie Baitang raise his eyes, that look coincided with the face of the graceful girl in his mind for many years , Jing Jiuge blushed suddenly, and explained a little flusteredly, "I mean...focus on only one thing, settle down, and forget about the rest."

"Isn't that good?" Xie Baitang smiled, asked himself and replied, "I think it's pretty good."

Life is short and energy is limited, it is enough to focus on one thing, one person.

Xie Baitang put down his needle and thread, took a sip of tea, and said, "I still remember, you used to say that I was confused, but I always advised you not to be arrogant..."

"I'm not arrogant."

"Not arrogant? What is that?"

"It's self-confidence." Jing Jiuge tilted his head slightly, and blinked to look at the other side.The head hairpin shakes, like blue silk moving thoughts, which has a deep meaning.

"After all these years, you are still so...confident..." After Xie Baitang said, he couldn't help but lower his head and smile.

Jing Jiuge also smiled and said, "Ah Tang, today is Xiaonian..." Xiaonian is supposed to be accompanied by relatives and to gather with lovers.

Xie Baitang put away the muff that he had been making for a long time, bit off the end of the thread, handed it over, and said softly, "Then, this should be a gift for you in the new year."

Singer Jing Jiu trembled slightly, took it and kept it in his hand, feeling a little hot in his heart, and said, "I...I like it very much...I also have a gift for you..."

Xie Baitang saw something wrapped in white silk cloth being handed over from the opposite side, and after unfolding it, the white porcelain jar inside was revealed, so he opened it curiously, smelled it and said, "It's the rouge made of worry-free flowers... very delicate ,You did it?"

"Um…"

"You still remember the jokes from before..." Xie Baitang's face showed a trace of embarrassment.

"I remember what you said...then your words still count?"

A Tang, you once said that if I make the worry-free flowers from the Wuyou Valley into rouge and give it to you, you will grant me a wish.You know, before you got married, I had already prepared it. I wrote to ask you to come out to meet each other, because I wanted to give you something.

My wish is, to ask you, would you like to come with me?

You once said that the world is picturesque and you want to see it.As long as you want, I will accompany you everywhere.

In the past, I never had the opportunity to personally give this rouge to you.Although it has become a habit to make a new can every year, Rouge has never waited to appreciate its owner.To this day, although things have changed and people have changed, although it has been too late, it has finally been delivered to your hands.

For me, you are in Jiangdong and I am in Kansai. What is separated is not the long distance, and what is missed is not the rush of fleeting years, but the dream of half a lifetime, fate becomes empty, I love you, but you don't know.Now, I'm glad you're here.

Xie Baitang remained silent.

Jing Jiuge smiled unnaturally, and said, "Just kidding, don't you take it seriously? Don't worry, this is just a gift, not a bargaining chip."

Only then did Xie Baitang heave a sigh of relief, with guilt on his face, he said, "Jiu Ge, I can't give you anything..."

Jing Jiuge got up, and said slowly, "You have given a lot..." After finishing speaking, he pushed the door and walked out, holding the muff tightly.

A Tang, you have given me a lot, but you don't know it.In fact, as long as you stay here and by my side, it is the best gift for me.

Xie Baitang has always been familiar with poisons and medicines, and he knows that among all the medicines, coptis is the most bitter, so bitter that he can't tell.But never know that the love in the world is even more painful for those who have a crush on it, even if all the coptises in the world are collected, it is less than one ten-thousandth of it.

In the late afternoon, Chang Huan was just about to leave for Jingyuan, when Man Qiu came to look for her before she left the house.

"Did Ah Cuo come back?" Chang Huan was overjoyed.

"Miss Nuan, I came here because I was afraid that your trip would be in vain... The master hasn't come back yet. According to the usual practice, I'm afraid I won't come back tonight."

Chang Huan couldn't help frowning, and said, "Man Qiu, tell me the truth, what did you do wrong with her?"

Man Qiu lacked confidence, and said, "I can't tell you the specifics, so don't ask... Anyway, the master has some private matters that need time to deal with."

Chang Huan was puzzled, what kind of private affairs would Ah Cuo have?

"That... Miss Nuan, if you're fine, I'll go back first." Standing here, facing Chang Huan, Man Qiu feels very uncomfortable.

"A Cuo if you come back, you must remember to tell me."

"Yeah." After Man Qiu finished speaking, she walked away as if fleeing.

That night, Chang Huan slept very restlessly, and woke up twice in the middle.

Early the next morning, Man Qiu didn't show up, but Chang Huan couldn't wait.

It's just that when she hurriedly walked to the gate of Jingyuan, she met a butterfly flying out of the courtyard gate.

The two of them stopped immediately, looked at each other, and looked at each other warily.

Chang Huan couldn't help being taken aback, and said, "Why are you here?!"

"Lin Changhuan, you are so wicked, what are you pestering Sister An for..." Diefei said viciously, and stepped forward quickly, as if putting all his strength into it, pushing Changhuan to the ground.

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