A Qi

An Rong and Zhao Minglang strolled casually in Taoran Temple, Ah Qi just followed behind them.The pines and cypresses are tall and straight, and there are many pilgrims, but it doesn't spoil the seclusion of this century-old temple. It is so simple and simple amidst the bustling. It is really a rare Buddhist place in the world.

Later, the three of them met the abbot of the temple in the main hall. During the conversation, they learned about the news of Shen's family. It turned out that they had gone up the mountain early, and now they rested in the guest room. It looked like they were going to stay overnight.Zhao and An were not in a hurry, and decided to stay here first, and then look for opportunities when they meet.

Because there were a lot of people going up to the mountain to worship Buddha on this day, the rooms in the temple were in short supply, so the three of them were able to share a small bamboo hut. There were only two beds in this room, and other tables, tea sets, and charcoal stoves were all available. Push away The window curtains, what you see is the quiet snow scene.

After An Rong entered the room, she untied the big collar she was wearing on her body. Her thin body was imprinted with a peach blossom face, so beautiful that she couldn't look like a person in the world. Ah Qi glanced at it hurriedly, and hurriedly lit the charcoal fire in the room. The charcoal made a sound of "here, here", and the bamboo house became obviously warmer.

"How do you sleep at night? How about I feel wronged all night and squeeze with you?" Zhao Minglang raised his eyebrows at An Rong, with a wanton smile on his face.

Ah Qi didn't take this seriously. After a long time of contact, he guessed with his elm head that the relationship between the two was not that kind of relationship, they were more like close friends. Otherwise, why would Mr. Zhao try to match Mr. Ling with all his heart? and Miss Mu.

An Rong didn't reply to his words right away, and took a few steps in front of the two beds, pointing to the one by the window and said, "I'll sleep on this one."

Zhao Minglang was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that he obviously didn't consider Ah Qi who followed all the way.Anyway, this person is just a servant who serves the master, and An Rong doesn't like this Ah Qi, so let him sleep on the floor. It's colder than sleeping on the ground in this cold winter, but it's better than being alone. Facing the white snow outside the house.

Ah Qi only regarded himself as a transparent person, pretending that he did not exist in this room, and did not dare to say a word, he was afraid that his unintentional words would ignite Young Master Ling's anger, and he would be punished to sleep outside, so he could only shake his head hard. Down low, Mr. Ling might turn a blind eye and let him sleep in the house.

Zhao Minglang said: "Let's go out for a while, maybe we will meet the Shen family."

The topic changed, and Ah Qi let go of his hanging heart. There is a warm place at night, so he doesn't have to sleep outside.

Little did they know, from Ah Qi drooping his head and raising his brows, to his shining eyes, all these emotional changes fell into An Rong's eyes.An Rong could guess what he was thinking in his mind.I don't know when, this person was so afraid of him.

Withdrawing his short-term gaze from Ah Qi, An Rong said lightly, "Okay."

"Don't mention it, this bamboo house is really elegant. If it is hidden in the forest, it would be a pleasure to find such a good place to return to."

"Brother Minglang, don't you want to become a monk?"

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The two were chatting one after another, and Ah Qi felt bored, so he greeted the two of them, "Young master, I'll go out."

An Rong picked up the light in her eyes and cast it on Ah Qi, she was faint and deep, and did not agree to him directly.

On the other hand, Zhao Minglang waved his hand, "Go, go."

Ah Qi felt relieved and went out.

From a distance, I saw a young girl standing in the open space in front of the temple, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a red cloak with a snow-white fur collar, and a piece of willow hanging from the faintly visible willow waist. White jade and a pair of long tasseled green ribbons, dotted with the pink clothes inside, are really playful and cute. The girl is holding the little yellow dog in her arms.Standing beside her was a handsome young man with an extraordinary bearing, who was also covered with a big coat of crane fur, and the black leather boots on his feet sank steadily into the snow.

Ah Qi felt that the picture was really beautiful, the scenery was beautiful, and the people were even more beautiful, so he put away his steps to move forward, don't spoil the beautiful scenery.

Xu, the young master next to the girl, saw Ah Qi's dazed gaze, thought it was a bum who coveted beauty, stretched his arms in front of the girl, looked at Ah Qi viciously with a threatening face, then lowered his head to the girl without knowing what to say. What, the girl put down the puppy in her hand, and the two left in a hurry. When they left Ah Qi's side, the man gave Ah Qi a hard look, and Ah Qi lowered his head embarrassingly, rubbing his frostbitten hands.A few days ago, Ah Qi tore off the white cloth wrapped around his hands because it was inconvenient to work.

After the two of them walked away, Ah Qi stepped forward and picked up the little yellow dog. The little guy's leg seemed to be injured, with some blood stains on it. It's so pitiful. Maybe some pilgrim accidentally stepped on it, hugged the puppy tightly in his arms, and walked back.

When he returned to the bamboo house, the two masters were no longer there. Ah Qi put the puppy on the ground. He came here in a hurry and did not bring any clothes. The two burdens he carried along the way belonged to the two masters. He dared to touch their things, hesitated for a while, tore off a corner of his inner clothes, and simply bandaged the puppy.

When Ah Qi was young, his family also raised a big yellow dog that was much bigger than this one. That dog accompanied Ah Qi for five years. But Ah Qi remembered it very clearly.Later, rhubarb didn't wait until the day of old age and death, and was skinned and stewed by his mother and elder brother. When he came home and saw the dog meat in the big bowl, tears fell down. For the first time in his life, he grew up with his mother. Crying, but in exchange for a severe beating, there is still a mark on the waist at the moment, and Ah Qi was only 12 years old that year.

This dog has several black hairs on its face, which looks exactly like his rhubarb, and its nose suddenly became sour. Ah Qi laughed at himself: probably because he had a hard life when he was young, and he always had a part in his heart. Bitter, fine and numb, this old pain is like the enchanting bright moon, which cannot be shaken off.

Sitting on the ground near the charcoal stove, the hands that were frozen stiff were slightly warmed up, and the puppy lay quietly on his lap without barking, which was very human.The room was very comfortable, and in a daze, Ah Qi dozed off. A boy appeared in his dream, faintly visible in the distance, and he couldn't see clearly. Ah Qi ran over, and the boy turned around slowly, and reported to him. One of the smiles turned out to be the young master Ling.The cheerful dream made him sleep more deeply, and when he was shaken awake, he saw Zhao Minglang's big face with clear eyebrows close in front of him.

"Master Zhao..." Ah Qi was startled, and hurriedly stood up, but forgot the puppy between his legs, the little guy squeaked twice and fell to the ground, looking at Ah Qi pitifully .

"You are very comfortable."

"It's too...too warm in the room, and I'm sleepy." Ah Qi's hands were hanging on his waist, and he was twisting his clothes with his fingers, very cautious.

"Where did this puppy come from?"

"Picked it out of the snow."

Zhao Minglang didn't ask any more questions, but An Rong's gaze was attracted by this dog. The ordinary little dog is very inconspicuous, but there is a white cloth tied on its front leg, and some blood red is printed on it. Obviously, this little dog injured.Looking at the man with his head down, the jacket was open to reveal the obscene clothes inside, and the hem of the clothes was missing a piece, which couldn't be more obvious.

"Go outside and wait." An Rong's clear voice came, and Ah Qi obediently walked towards the door.

"Take that dog away, too."

Ah Qi stepped back a few steps, bent over to pick up the puppy, and walked away lightly.

"When are you going to visit the Shen family?"

An Rong took a sip of weak tea, "Let's go after dinner, there are fewer people at night, so we won't be too ostentatious."

"Then we can only go to Mr. Shen's family. Mrs. Shen and Ms. Shen are both women, so it's inconvenient."

"You don't seem very happy."

Zhao Minglang pretended to be angry, and sighed: "Hey, if you go early, you might still see the beautiful Miss Shen, but at night, you can only see men."

An Rong smiled, and said faintly, "Miss Shen has a beautiful appearance, her brother must also be handsome, brother Minglang, you can feast your eyes."

"Go, who likes to watch the elders."

When the sky was getting darker, a young monk in cotton clothes brought a fast meal for three people. When the door opened, An Rong saw Ah Qi squatting at the door, shrinking his neck, his cheeks were frozen red The tip of the nose was also flushed, and a trace of unbearableness finally flashed in my heart, and I walked over, "Come in."

Ah Qi squatted outside the door for too long, her mind was numb from the cold, she didn't realize that An Rong said this to him, she still curled up there foolishly, An Rong patiently repeated, "Come in. "The person at the door still didn't respond.

An Rong stretched out his foot and kicked Ah Qi, Ah Qi raised his head, and first smelled the refreshing scent of dried magnolias on the man's body, then the good-looking man softly opened his lips, "Come in to eat." This word was heard by Ah Qi's ears The song is particularly beautiful and soothing, like a long and long ditty.The previous fear, fear, and avoidance of this person were temporarily forgotten, and only the gentle voice of this person was in front of his eyes.

Ah Qi carried the puppy at his feet into the house. Zhao Minglang took out meals from the food box, three bowls of rice, a plate of green vegetables and tofu, and a plate of fried shredded potatoes. It was cold outside and the road was a little far away. The Zhaitang was already a bit cold when it was brought here, An Rong held up his chopsticks, and fiddled with a few mouthfuls of rice; Zhao Minglang did the same, facing these rough food, he hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of rice, took two pieces of tofu, and stopped eating.

Ah Qi waited for them to finish eating before he dared to go to the table. He gobbled it up alone, and within a short while, a bowl of rice was cleaned up.The stomach can still be filled, Ah Qi hesitated a little, moved his hand slightly towards An Rong's bowl, and glanced at An Rong from time to time, seeing that he didn't respond, he moved faster and moved An Rong's bowl in front of him, bowed his head again Eat it up.

The corners of An Rong's mouth rose slightly, the range was very small, maybe she didn't even notice the surge in her heart.Ah Qi's unconscious distinction between intimacy and closeness made An Rong feel a little complacent, this person is his own, he can't and won't touch others' bowls.

Zhao Minglang clicked his tongue, "This food is so delicious?"

At that time, Ah Qi had a mouthful of rice in his mouth, and it was inconvenient to answer, so he nodded his head a few times, which was regarded as his approval of his words, and finally swallowed the mouthful, "I haven't eaten rice much... delicious... "There is no evasion in the words, as if stating a common thing.

Although An Rong stayed in the Changchun Courtyard for four years, he didn't know much about the lives of those slaves and maids. It turned out that behind the pomp and glamour, there was a sour and humble life, Ah Qi revealed An Rong stared at that thick neck with a protruding scar for a long time, his eyelids were lowered, and his eyelashes fluttered over his eyes, covering up the hidden emotions in his eyes.

"Does your neck still hurt?"

Ah Qi raised her head in surprise, but she couldn't see the undercurrent in the man's eyes, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but laugh, "No...it doesn't hurt anymore."

Zhao Minglang felt that An Rong was a bit strange at this moment, usually cold as a log, but now his son took the initiative to talk to this servant, it was really unbelievable, he coughed a few times, and said, "It's getting late , we should go."

"Ah."

The two put on their cloaks and left the house. Ah Qi reluctantly watched An Rong's figure disappear around the corner, lowered his head and continued to pick up the food, feeling happy in his heart.But when I think of An Rong saying that I am not worthy, the taste in my mouth gradually becomes dull...