Temperament

Back in the room, Shen Qinglan was already on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed with her hands folded, not knowing what she was thinking.Seeing him coming in, she pointed to the envelope on the table beside the bed, "The contract is ready, please take a look."

"I'll wash it first, and I'll look at it later." Zhuo Tianyi entered the bathroom.

When he came out, he saw that Shen Qinglan was still leaning on the head of the bed, as if she hadn't even changed her posture.

He went to bed, took the envelope from the desk, took out the paper inside, and looked at it hastily, "Yes, that's it." He put the contract back into the envelope, "From now on, you will be responsible for all the contracts with the Meng family. Write it down."

Shen Qinglan's face turned pale immediately, and she silently looked at the silk quilt on her body with a slight frown.

Zhuo Tianyi felt a little more relieved, reached out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "You are getting more and more familiar with the affairs of the family, and you have really become my right-hand man." After thinking for a while, he smiled again: "Oh, you should It's called a good wife, right?"

He smiled and looked at Shen Qinglan's face on his shoulder, Shen Qinglan was leaning in his arms, looking involuntary.Zhuo Tianyi looked into his eyes, and added softly, "I'm luckier than Meng Huaiyuan, having you."

Shen Qinglan's eyelashes visibly trembled a few times, her chest heaved, her eyes turned to his skirt, paused, her left hand slowly stretched out towards Zhuo Tianyi's right rib.

Zhuo Tianyi looked down at the way the slightly trembling hand was slowly but firmly reaching towards his belt, but what he felt in his heart was a feeling of increasingly intense pain mixed with anger and humiliation.

This feeling quickly rose and spread, occupying every corner of the chest, raging inside.The words and sentences written on the crumpled paper that I saw in the study before jumped out of my mind, becoming more and more clear and lively.

He held Shen Qinglan's hand before his fingers pinched the strap and twitched it forcefully, and said in a low voice, "I'm a little tired, so let me go tonight."

Shen Qinglan lowered her face a little unbearably, trying to withdraw her hand.Zhuo Tianyi clenched his hand tightly and pressed it on his chest, "Shen Qinglan..." He sighed and suppressed the emotions in his heart, trying to find the right words, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't find them, so he had to Give it up, "Go to bed early."

He let go of his hand and asked Shen Qinglan to turn around, and the two of them lay down separately.

Silence ruled the space in the tent, the distance between the two people was very far, and the direction was opposite.

For a period of time after that, the two lived a peaceful and respectful life, even in bed at night.

Shen Qinglan is naturally alienated and indifferent. After that night, she never approached her actively again. Her whole body seemed to be covered with an invisible but real layer of ice. She even talked less with Zhuo Xin. , Most of the time, Zhuoxin is the one who chirps him to talk, and he just does his own thing in silence.

On the surface, Zhuo Tianyi seemed much calmer. After the proposal to take Shen Qinglan out for a play was rejected by him for various reasons, he didn't hesitate at all, and he still thought of various ways to get close to Shen Qinglan without being discouraged.

However, the depression, anger and frustration in my heart are like black and white impermanence, attacking back and forth, like a shadow.Whenever he exerts some strength towards Shen Qinglan, he will always face two choices, either he will be forced to become the robber he used to be, or he will passively become a robber; or he will be pushed to the distant horizon where he cannot even see.

Of course, he was determined not to be a robber again, and he didn't want to be a robber passively as a foil for Meng Huaiyuan in Shen Qinglan's heart like he did the night before going to Luoying Villa, so he didn't want to respond to Shen Qinglan's indifference and lack of response to him. He could only hold back and tolerate it, or avoid it quietly.

However, he also didn't want to continue doing nothing like this.As it is now, the distance between the two people is even farther than when they were facing each other.At least at that time, they can still express their anger with each other, even if it is a stab, they can still stab each other.

But now, Zhuo Tianyi felt that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach Shen Qinglan. He couldn't find a channel to convey those hot and strong emotions to Shen Qinglan.Any kindness that reaches Shen Qinglan's body is like a mud cow falling into the sea, and there is no response.

Dilemma.

It's like being stuck in a swamp, struggling will only make you sink faster and deeper, and if you don't struggle, the result will be stuck in it, it won't be any different.

I thought that after letting Shen Qinglan face the reality and thoroughly seeing the insurmountable gap between him and Meng Huaiyuan, he would approach him under the guidance of his enthusiasm and project his emotions and attention on himself.Unexpectedly, after the shell of hatred and hostility was peeled off, there was an indifference and emptiness inside, and there was no trace of sparks at all.

Moreover, when Shen Qinglan competed with him before, she would use the busyness of affairs as a tool to support herself and fight against him. Now, Shen Qinglan, who is no longer confrontational, has used his innocence and emptiness to the limit. Often distracted, dazed, or lost in thought.

This kind of appearance made Zhuo Tianyi very hurt and unbearable. He felt humiliated and resentful when he saw that he always belonged to him.

Shen Qinglan didn't see Zhuo Tianyi in his eyes, and he didn't see him in front of him. This kind of understanding made him fall into intense anger and injury from time to time.

After a long time, even seeing him alone in the study, Zhuo Tianyi would doubt whether Shen Qinglan was thinking about Meng Huaiyuan again.It was the same at night, every time the two of them turned off the lights and lay down, seeing Shen Qinglan falling asleep silently, he would wonder if he was looking forward to meeting Meng Huaiyuan in his dream.

This was unexpected before. I thought that after the hatred and hostility were eliminated, love would automatically transfer from Meng Huaiyuan to Zhuo Tianyi under his efforts.

Now it seems that he thought of this question too simply, it was like a child's debate.It turns out that there is such a vast and boundless gap between hate and love.

And he is walking through this ashes-like silent desert of love, walking forward, not knowing when and where is the end; if he stops, he will only die of thirst and starvation; It is impossible to go back to the old road. Countless previous encounters have proved that it is a dead end.

He could only suppress all the resentment, humiliation and humiliation in his heart, gritted his teeth and walked on this road, even though he could barely see his own existence on this road.

Day by day, Shen Qinglan is already very proficient in accounting books. One person can finish the calculation of more than 200 account books in seven or eight days. The next time is to go to various shops in Jinyang City to inspect, After Zhuo Tianyi knocked the mountains and shakes the tiger at the hall last time, the shopkeepers became very cooperative. Shen Qinglan can complete these things alone without Zhuo Shi'an's company.

So for the subsequent shop inspections, he just brought Zhuo Xin and the coachman Zhuo Quan, and the three walked through the shops in Jinyang City every afternoon.

In the afternoon of this day, Shen Qinglan took Zhuo Xin to Zhuo's Jubao Pavilion on East Street to read the accounts.Jubaoxuan specializes in selling some valuable artifacts, antique calligraphy and paintings, jewelry and jade, etc. There are not many customers on weekdays, and the visitors are all VIPs who spend a lot of money, so there are not many accounts, but the amounts are relatively large, which is especially important for physical inventory .

The shopkeeper was not there that day, so the accountant surnamed Guo accompanied Shen Qinglan to look it up in the private room on the second floor, and he finished it in less than a moment. Notice.

The color of the piano is simple and the wood grain is natural. The body of the green-style piano is engraved with simple patterns, and there are some broken patterns. It looks like a treasure from a long time ago.

Guo Zhangfang saw Shen Qinglan's gaze, and knew that he was someone who knew the piano, and said with a smile: "This piano was just bought from Yuezhou last month, and it was made by the piano fanatic Yun Xiaozi. The body of the piano is made of a whole piece of paulownia wood." , The lower attached catalpa tree is more than a hundred years old, and the sound of the piano is cold and distant, it is really top grade. Do you want to try it, Mr. Shen?"

Shen Qinglan didn't hear what he said clearly, his eyes were always on the piano, and when he walked to the piano table and sat down, his thoughts had drifted to a long time ago.

When she put her hand on the strings, she was immediately attracted by the tight and resilient touch of the strings. She tried playing a few times, and the sound of the piano was clear and moving.

The memory is opened again, and the pictures are played back in the mind one by one.In the study room burning with fragrance, the sound of piano lingers around the beams.A familiar figure sat on the chair behind the table, closed his eyes and listened to the sound, and occasionally pointed out a few words.On the table, the blue and white wine cup contained the sweet and mellow drunk spring breeze.

The fingers caressing the piano seemed to be bewitched, and they plucked and twisted the silk strings automatically. The sound heard in the ear overlapped with the memory, as if they had passed through the long river of time and returned to the past.

He closed his eyes, letting his fingers dance lightly among the strings, and the sound of his heart lingered in his ears.

Downstairs, Zhuo Tianyi and the treasurer of Jubaoxuan, Zhang Mingyuan, who is the third disciple of the Zhuo family, came from the South Street restaurant on horseback.Zhuo Tianyi, who had just negotiated a jewelry business, was in a good mood. He saw Zhuo Quan's carriage parked by the side of the road from afar, and got off the horse, thinking that today, while Shen Qinglan had already come out, he would take him to the newly opened Zhuo Tianyi by the river. Dinner at the Chateau.

When he reached the door, Zhuo Xin called out "Young Master", Zhuo Tianyi threw the whip to him, and asked casually, "Where is your master?"

"Back to young master, the young master is checking the accounts with Guo accountant upstairs."

Zhuo Tianyi responded, strode across the main hall of Jubaoxuan, and walked towards the stairs.

When approaching the stairs, I heard the sound of the piano from upstairs, faintly.He stopped abruptly, his expression darkening uncontrollably.

Looking up, there is no one at the top of the stairs, and the elegant and exquisite furnishings upstairs are still under the light coming in through the windows, as if they are designed to set off the loneliness and coldness in the sound of the piano.

The sound of the zither was like weeping, complaining, complaining, the high places were like cranes and gulls, and the low places were like springs whimpering. In several places, it was even so dumb that it was almost broken, but after a turning point, it became brighter again.Listening to it, one feels as if one's heart is being tightened, staggering forward on the long, tortuous, dark road.

In Zhuo Tianyi's ears, besides the soul-stirring sound of the piano, there was also the sound of two people's conversation.

"Can you play the piano? The piano in the room was brought back from the shop. The sound quality is very good. Do you have time to try it?"

"I can't play."

"Never learned?"

"……Ok.

The author has something to say: Following the change from one-night n-time man to one-night one-time man, Mr. Zhuo has completed the progress from one-night man to one-time free man, which is really embarrassing, tsk tsk.

It's not easy for Shen Mi to take the initiative once. If you miss this village, you won't have this shop...