Food for the people

Zhao Siyun's personal maid, Xiuqing, came to open the door. Her eyes were red from crying, probably because they were swollen from crying. When she saw Qiao Ling, light suddenly appeared, and she shouted happily: "Miss, Mr. Ling is here."

After shouting, he greeted Qiao Ling with a salute, looked behind him, paused and asked with some disappointment, "Is Mr. Sheng not here?"

Qiao Ling nodded, without explaining to her, Xiuqing invited him into the room with a look of disappointment that couldn't be concealed.

Qiao Sheng has a gentle personality, never puts on airs when dealing with servants, and treats Zhao Siyun very well, so in Xiuqing's eyes, he should be her young lady's well-established uncle. Hearing that their marriage contract was broken, Xiuqing also took care of her family. The lady suffered for a long time.

The Zhao family was at fault first, and it was only natural that Qiao Sheng should not come, but Xiuqing couldn't help feeling disappointed, thinking that it would be great if Mr. Sheng could come.

If her young lady saw Mr. Sheng, she might recover sooner.

Qiao Ling entered Zhao Siyun's boudoir. Although he was still young, he was a man, so he didn't enter the inner room, and stood outside Zhao Siyun's embroidery bed through a screen.

There was a strong smell of medicine in the room, Zhao Siyun was still coughing, Zhao Siyu pacified her for a while, finally stopped coughing, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Is it Xiaoling?"

Qiao Ling responded and called out, "Sister Yun."

Zhao Siyun was lying beside the bed, weeping silently, and asked softly: "Did Brother Sheng call you here?"

She wanted to ask Brother Sheng why she didn't come, but she didn't dare to ask.

Qiao Ling responded again.

"Did he ask you to persuade me?"

Qiao Ling didn't answer this time, and took out the letter Qiao Yu asked him to write from his chest.

"Sister Yun, brother asked me to ask you, are you afraid when you come back from the ghost gate?"

Zhao Siyun was stunned, and Zhao Siyu who was sitting next to her was also stunned, and then said in a crying voice, "Brother Ling, what are you talking about?"

Qiao Ling ignored the letter, squeezed the letter in his hand, and continued: "If you die like this, your body will be buried in the soil, and it will start to rot within a few days, and it won't be long before you People will also start to rot in the hearts of others, they will cry when they think of you at first, they will get used to it after a few years, and they will forget your appearance after ten years, and finally no one will remember your appearance except for a vague shadow.”

"No matter what you die because of, it will not cause any harm or change to others, and no one will understand how painful or wronged you are."

"Did you come to this world just to die so uselessly?"

Qiao Ling's voice was flat, with a hoarseness that hadn't changed yet. At his age, he shouldn't have such a thorough understanding of life and death, but fate played tricks, and he already understood whether he should understand it or not, so he was so angry.

The living don't want to live, but no one ever asks the dead if they want to die.

The latter are not what his brother asked him to say, but what he wanted to say. My brother said it, so he can just say what he wants, and he listens to his brother.

Zhao Siyun coughed again after what he said, as if she was disgusted by the scene he described, and began to retch before she finished coughing, but she hadn't eaten anything all day and night, and she couldn't vomit anything. It hurt like a pinch, and it reminded her of the feeling of being out of breath when her neck was suddenly tightened. She couldn't help shaking her hands, and she choked up while retching, and then it became louder and louder. , and finally burst into tears.

Qiao Ling heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that his goal had been achieved, he stood up and said in a low voice, "Brother asked me to bring you a letter. Sister Yun will take care of her illness after reading it."

He put the letter on the table, and before anyone came to pick it up, he got up and went out.

His handwriting was taught by his elder brother, so it resembles Qiao Sheng's handwriting by eight points. Zhao Siyun should not be able to see it, even if he can, it's okay, and on the contrary, it can achieve the effect Qiao Ling wants to achieve.

It's true that his elder brother likes Zhao Siyun, but his elder brother doesn't. Although he once thought about making Zhao Siyun his sister-in-law, it was all in the past. Now Qiao Yu has someone he likes, and what Zhao Siyun likes in his heart is not the current one. Brother, Qiao Ling doesn't want Zhao Siyun to be obsessed with Qiao Yu all the time, it will be a kind of trouble for both of them.

So he was not afraid that Zhao Siyun would discover the slight difference between the two's handwriting.

If you miss it, you miss it. Some things can only go forward and not look back.

When Qiao Ling went out, he saw Zhao Deshen running to Zhao Siyun's boudoir in a hurry. Seeing Qiao Ling, he didn't bother to say anything to him, so he said hello and thanked him when he came to the door some other day, so he hurried to see Zhao Siyun.

Qiao Ling didn't ask anyone to see him off either, and walked out the door by himself. Just as he turned the corner of the alley, he saw Qiao Yu who was lazily leaning against the wall, and Lu Jincheng who was standing behind him and leaning over to talk to him.

The elder brother's face should be very familiar, but since the soul has been changed in the body, it has become different every day, just like at this moment, his elder brother has never smiled so happily, as if he could break open Like all the haze in his life.

And the person behind his brother is like a gentle surrounding wall, standing against the sky and standing on the ground, always guarding behind his brother.

Qiao Ling rolled his eyes, thinking that this is really good.

While listening to Lu Jincheng talking beside him, Qiao Yu stared in the direction of the gate of the Zhao Mansion, saw Qiao Ling coming out from inside, immediately smiled and waved to him, then turned back and smiled at Lu Jincheng: "I was planning to do it tomorrow." I just started working, and I haven’t prepared anything today, and it seems that I won’t be able to go, let’s go, go home, I’m hungry, I want to eat.”

The idea of ​​going home put Lu Jincheng in a good mood. Picking up an angle that Qiao Ling couldn't see, he rubbed Qiao Yu's delicate and soft ears, and said hello in response.

Qiao Yu asked the driver to park the car at the corner of West Street, and the three bought some things and walked back on foot.

The weather is getting warmer and the days are getting longer. When we got home, it was still light. Sanqi did not go with them, but waited at home. When Qiao Yu and the others walked to the door, they heard him talking to someone inside. , went in and found that it was Grandma Song who came, and Yue Yue followed Grandma Song, and when she saw Qiao Yu and the others came back, she hurriedly tore grandma's clothes.

Seeing Qiao Yu, Grandma Song smiled and said, "I'm back, I came over to Xiaoling yesterday and said you went out of town to play, and today I came back to ask how you went out of town to play."

Qiao Yu greeted people, and Lu Jincheng also nodded to Grandma Song and said hello.

Grandma Song met Lu Jincheng once, and she had a deep impression on Lu Jincheng. Although she didn't know how such a nobleman became friends with Qiao Yu, since she was Qiao Yu's friend, she was no different from Qiao Yu in her eyes. , although she was a bit reserved, she also smiled kindly at people and said, "Except for the two brothers, I haven't seen a few such handsome young masters, let's make a kiss at home."

This is probably a common problem of all the elders. After three sentences, they will start to inquire about the relationship between family members. Qiao Yuren has already walked to the door of the kitchen. Hearing this, he hurriedly backed away, ready to change the subject.

But Lu Jincheng hummed and looked straight at him.

"I haven't said anything about my marriage yet, but I already have someone I like."

The tailbone that Qiao Yu showed him was numb all the way to the back of his head, so he had no choice but to start with Grandma Song, trying to drag the old lady into the kitchen.

Grandma Song was very interested. She originally thought that this noble young man was out of tune with them at first glance, so she didn't dare to talk to others, and she only dared to ask questions that could make sense, and she didn't expect Lu Jincheng She was able to answer her, but now that Lu Jincheng replied, she didn't feel that it was difficult to get close to him, so she immediately said with a smile on her face, "I guess I guess I guess, the young master is so handsome, so the girl must be pretty too."

Lu Jincheng glanced at Qiao Yu again from top to bottom. His gaze seemed to have touched him as if he had touched him all over. He said with a smile on his lips, "It's really beautiful. No one can match it in my heart."

The "beautiful girl" trembled, and felt embarrassed to listen any more. Anyway, she couldn't get people to leave, so she just let them talk as much as she wanted, and dragged Qiao Ling to hide in the kitchen with her ears not listening.

As soon as Grandma Song felt that Lu Jincheng didn't want to be as airy as she thought, she immediately talked with Lu Jincheng about this "beautiful girl" with great interest, even asking whether the girl had brothers or not. When he came out, he didn't expect that this "girl" was Qiao Yu, and he smiled and gave Lu Jincheng advice, teaching him how to please girls.

Lu Jincheng responded from time to time. Although he didn't seem very enthusiastic, he had a decent smile on his face and made people feel very comfortable.

When Qiao Yu came out again, he just finished talking to Grandma Song, followed him into the room, hugged her from behind as soon as he entered the door, put his chin lightly on Qiao Yu's shoulder, tilted his head and whispered in his ear: " The old lady said that the girl and I were made in heaven, what does Qiaoer think?"

Qiao Yu was taking something from the package hanging on the wall, when he heard this, he pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "You and the girl are made in heaven, ask me what to do?"

Lu Jincheng narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth to bite the soft flesh beside Qiao Yu's ear, and rubbed it between his teeth, causing Qiao Yu to tremble, and almost dropped the thing from his hand, then said: "Qiao Er, say it again. "

Half of Qiao Yu's body was numb, how could he dare to provoke this ancestor again, he turned his head and smiled, his eyes bent into a crescent shape, "I also think that you and him are made in heaven, I wish you two will be united forever, a hundred years together, my lord, do you think it's okay?" ?”

Lu Jincheng grabbed his waist violently, and kissed him lightly on the ear.

"My lord agrees."

When Qiao Yu came out with the things, one ear was red as if it was on fire. Fortunately, the night fell, even with the oil lamp on, it was dim and yellow, which was not real.

Qiao Yu rubbed those burning ears, feeling that the temperature of Lu Jincheng's lips and tongue still remained on them, getting hotter and hotter as he rubbed them, so he had no choice but to hang out as if nothing had happened, and went into the stove with his things in his arms.

Qiao Ling and Yue Yue were sitting together, holding a stick of charcoal to teach her how to write, when she saw Qiao Yu coming in, she hurriedly said, "Brother, I have turned off the fire as you said."

Qiao Yun hummed, lifted the lid of the pot and took a look.

A pot of pork ribs with sauce was simmering in a small iron pot next to the stove. The meat was almost stewed. The rich aroma of sauce and meat came to the face as soon as the lid was lifted, and it wafted all over the stove. Yue Yue immediately raised her head Sniffing, she whispered to Qiao Ling, "Brother Qiao Ling, it smells so good."

Qiao Ling also moved his nose, "Brother said he made pork ribs with sauce, he just went to the street to buy them, and he can eat them when he's done."

Yueyue nodded, and was not in the mood to learn calligraphy, so she started drawing ribs on the ground with carbon sticks.

The pork ribs had been stewed until soft, and the fire was turned off. The remaining red charcoal could keep the iron pot warm. Qiao Yu put the lid back on, turned on the big stove, and fried a few other dishes.

There is a bamboo grove in Hanyang city, this month is a good time to eat bamboo shoots, they are often sold on the street, they are cheap and fresh, a few pennies can buy several big bamboo shoots, today Qiao Yu bought some by the way.

These spring bamboo shoots are stewed in oil, stir-fried and cold salad are very delicious. If you buy too much, you can also use them to dry bamboo shoots, and the stewed soup is also very delicious in the future.

Qiao Yu bought a lot this time. After frying and stirring, there were still a few left over. After washing and soaking in water, he prepared to eat dried bamboo shoots tomorrow.

The twilight fell, and the small courtyard was finally completely dark. Qiao Yu just finished cooking, held the lamp and brought the dishes to the stone tables in the courtyard one by one. Lu Jincheng sat next to him and stretched out his hand when he sat down. took his hand.

Qiao Yu didn't look down, but the corners of her mouth curled up calmly, and she scratched his palm with her fingers, which was held tightly by Lu Jincheng.

Grandma Song and Yueyue stayed here for dinner today, and Yueyue was sitting next to Lu Jincheng. Fortunately, it was dark and her eyes were only on the sauced pork ribs on the table, so she didn't notice the undercurrent at all.

Qiao Yu was held by someone's hand, but it also seemed to be held by his heart. He turned his head to look at Lu Jincheng's sharp and handsome side face, and he couldn't hide the feeling of happiness in his heart.

He likes this person so much, he likes him more and more, like never before.