【Shuangxuan】Self-knowledge

In February, the weather gets warmer, and more people go on youth tours.Shi Qingxuan put all his energy into it, and took advantage of the season to launch several new makeup looks, which are smart and charming but not enchanting, and they are perfect for painting when going out to play.The girls who came to learn makeup almost broke the threshold of the shop.Business was booming again, and Shi Qingxuan was so busy that he didn't touch the ground, and he didn't feel that time was passing, and it was late February all of a sudden.

This afternoon, the sky was gloomy, and Shi Qingxuan was lying on the counter, dizzy with his plans.He was busy making cosmetics for the past few days, but he hadn't had time to settle the accounts. In the past few days, the merchants had to pay taxes, and the amount of incoming and outgoing accounts was complicated.At the end of the calculation, he felt that the profit and loss were different, so he hurriedly searched forward.After careful checking, I realized that I had accidentally written a wrong number, and I had to recalculate these pages.Depressed, Shi Qingxuan scratched his hair in pain.

He Xuan, who was sitting at the table, couldn't stand it anymore, and felt that he couldn't ignore it.He was about to get up and go, when suddenly a voice came from the door of the shop:

"Master's young master! Your brother sent you a message!"

Shi Qingxuan was shocked, and looked up, the person who came was the guy from the escort agency.He regained his spirit immediately, jumped off the chair, and rushed to the door like a gust of wind.The man kept apologizing, saying that he was delayed by something on the way, and the delivery was a few days late.But Shi Qingxuan didn't care about this, he said politely, and gave the other party some money for hard work.After sending the person away, he happily sat down at the table, opened the mailbox made of bamboo joints, took out the letter paper that was rolled into a roll inside, and looked at it after flattening it.

Shi Wudu said in the letter that he would stay in Jiangnan for three or four days.The flowers there were in full bloom, and besides the ones Shi Qingxuan asked for, he also picked some good-looking varieties and prepared to bring them back together.But the return trip still takes fifteen or six days.He also specifically asked Shi Qingxuan not to be greedy for coolness and reduce clothes, so as not to get sick.

This letter was sent by Shi Wudu on his first day in Jiangnan.It just so happened that a bodyguard was going to the capital to deliver an emergency bodyguard, so he wrote it overnight and asked the other party to take it.According to the date of inscription, Shi Qingxuan counted the days and found that his brother would be back in five days.Although he was happy, when he told He Xuan about this, he was still a little uneasy.After the ghost king learned about it, he didn't react other than frowning, but Shi Qingxuan always felt that the other party was not in a good mood.So he didn't dare to talk much in front of him, quietly retreated to the counter, sorted out the accounts for a while, and then received the guests who came to the door.

When night fell, it finally rained.The water droplets hit the ground densely, and the cool wind swept into the store, mixing some earthy smell, with some faint grassy fragrance.Shi Qingxuan raised his head from a pile of papyrus, only to realize that it was already dark, so he quickly put down his pen, took out the money from the drawer, picked up the umbrella standing under the counter, and handed it to He Xuan together:

"... Mr. He, I'm really busy today, so I don't have time to cook. How about you go to the street to eat?"

He Xuan only took the umbrella and stared into his eyes: "Aren't you going?"

Shi Qingxuan said: "I have to settle the accounts quickly, besides, I haven't prepared the few orders for the past two days... I won't go out."

"Then how do you eat?"

"...There is still some porridge left at noon... Hahaha... I will drink it later, so as not to waste..."

He Xuan curled his lips, took the silver tael from him, responded with "Got it", then turned and left the door.

The rain became more and more urgent.After He Xuan left, Shi Qingxuan only got two pages right, so he couldn't go on.He simply put down his abacus, held an umbrella in one hand and a lantern in one hand, and went to the warehouse in the backyard to enjoy the wind and listen to the rain, so as to wake up his mind tortured by the accounts.He collected the face grease and fragrance that had dried in the shade, and took out the rouge paste from the cooked silk corner bag, twisted it into petals, and packed them in a small box.Unexpectedly, after a while, the door of the warehouse was suddenly pushed open.He Xuan stood at the door, holding an umbrella in one hand and holding a bulging oil paper bag in the other.

"Master He? Why did you come back so soon..." Shi Qingxuan stood up quickly.On weekdays, He Xuan would spend at least half an hour eating each time, but this time he only went for a stick of incense and came back.He couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

He Xuan didn't answer him, but just asked: "Have you had dinner?"

"Not yet... not yet..."

"When are you going to eat?"

"I'll go as soon as I finish these... Is Mr. He okay?"

"Then hurry up. I brought steamed stuffed buns from West Street, it will get cold after a long time."

After leaving this sentence, He Xuan stopped looking at Shi Qingxuan's reaction, turned around and went to the front shop.

And the steamed stuffed bun in his arms has been kept warm by his mana. Even though it has been poured with cold wind all the way, it is still steaming hot like when it was just out of the pot.

After eating the buns, Shi Qingxuan picked up the ledger again.Hearing the sound of the rain and glancing at He Xuan from time to time, he felt relieved, and the calculation went well.However, due to the large gap between the door panels, the cool wind can always penetrate into the room, and Shi Qingxuan sneezed several times in succession.

When He Xuan heard this, he came to the counter and said to him, "It's cold downstairs, go back to the house and calculate." After that, he took the ledger, picked up the abacus, and went upstairs.Shi Qingxuan touched his red nose, put away the pen and ink, and quickly followed with the lamp.The two entered the bedroom one after the other, Shi Qingxuan sat down at the table, He Xuan took off his outer robe and gown, only wore a middle coat, covered the quilt and meditated on the bed, turning around with his eyes closed The spiritual power in the body strengthens the primordial spirit.

It is true that the bedroom is much warmer, but with this warmth, people are very easy to get sleepy.Shi Qingxuan turned around all day, and after he was so busy, he almost relied on the cool breeze to refresh himself.But at this moment, the exhaustion and laziness were fully hooked by the warmth, and he didn't even think about it twice, his eyelids fought, and his head fell forward bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice.

At this time, the ghost king's spiritual power had just completed a circle when he heard a slap.When he opened his eyes, he saw that the man fell asleep on the table, and the brush fell to the ground, and several drops of ink burst out.

He Xuan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the table and leaned over, calling in a low voice: "Qingxuan?"

Shi Qingxuan didn't respond, he thought he was in a deep sleep.The ghost king had no choice but to sigh softly, squatted down and passed his knees and armpits, and hugged him horizontally.As a result, when he lowered his eyes, he saw a mess of ink marks on half of Shi Qingxuan's face, and he couldn't hold back, so he burst out laughing.But he looked at Shi Qingxuan's face, looked at the faint black and haggard complexion under his eyes, and gradually couldn't laugh.

Laying the person flat on the bed, He Xuan took off Shi Qingxuan's clothes, then carefully covered him with the quilt, then twisted the formula, wrapped his fingertips with a thin stream of water, and gently wiped away the bruises on the other's cheeks. ink stains.Then he walked back to the table, picked up the writing brush on the ground, sat down, picked up the abacus and settled the accounts.It took only half an hour for He Xuan to reconcile the remaining accounts.And he didn't disturb Shi Qingxuan, he just turned off the light and went to bed and untied the tent, raised his hand and hugged the soft person next to the pillow into his arms, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.