The historian can't write

Cui's house is very small, with only one yard and one house. There are two bedrooms in the east and west of the house, a living room in the middle, and a kitchen in the back.If Mu Shufeng wanted to stay overnight, Cui Jingxing had no choice but to vacate his bedroom.

Cui En folded Cui Jingxing's quilt, packed it up and carried it to his room, and then replaced Mu Shufeng with a new quilt.He was not very happy, but when Mu Shufeng came, he pushed his young master away, and even used his young master's new quilt, which was originally planned to be replaced during the New Year.But he didn't show his displeasure. He couldn't hurt his young master just because of his temper.

Cui Jingxing doesn't care about these things, only those who have lived in death row can know that it doesn't matter where he lives in the future.

Mu Shufeng sat on the chair with a teacup in his hand but he didn't move, "Don't be so troublesome, this bed is quite big enough for two people to lie down on."

Cui En was even more reluctant after hearing this, and refused with a quick smile: "It's a shame to let Mr. Mu live in a humble house, and it would be even worse if you shared a bed with someone."

Mu Shufeng said: "I'm not a noble person either." He looked at Cui Jingxing who was standing by the window.

Cui En was vigilant in his heart, and laughed again: "This is too rude, besides, my young master has a cold, it will be bad if it is passed on to adults."

Mu Shufeng looked at Cui En, "Has he not been weaned yet?"

Cui En realized that he talked too much today, and said with a smile: "The young master is buried in the sea of ​​books all day long, and he doesn't understand the world. I'm just worried that he is not good at words and will annoy Mr. Mu."

Mu Shufeng said with a half smile but not a smile: "Do you think he hasn't annoyed me yet?"

Cui Jingxing stared blankly at him and said, "How could I annoy your lord?"

Mu Shufeng was too lazy to argue with the nerd, he looked at Cui En and said, "I'm not a person who likes to care about everything. I think this house is simple, and the best room must be Cui Xiuzhuan's bedroom. Now that he is sick, he must rest well. .”

Cui Jingxing said: "Uncle Cui, go and rest. If something happens in the middle of the night, I will call you."

"This..." Cui En hesitated for a long time, and Cui Jingxing glanced at him before putting the bedding back on again.

Mu Shufeng said: "Aren't your parents in the capital?"

Cui Jingxing said: "My parents died early since I was young, and there is only Uncle Cui in my family."

Parents died early?Mu Shufeng's heart skipped a beat, staring at Cui Jingxing's familiar face, his breathing gradually calmed down, and he asked after a while, "Where is your hometown?"

Cui Jingxing looked normal and said: "Suzhou, my parents left a small shop to make ends meet, but I sold it when I was rushing to take the exam."

Mu Shufeng withdrew his gaze and concealed the disappointment in his heart. How could there be such a coincidence in the world?There were too many people to kill at Caishikou back then, and the imperial court sent many officers and soldiers to guard it. How could there be fish that slipped through the net?What's more, Cui Jingxing's appearance is similar to that of the old man, but not at all in other places.

The old man has memorized the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child, and he has a good memory for reading and writing. He is naturally intelligent.

Cui Jingxing was puzzled and said, "My lord, what's the matter?"

Mu Shufeng suppressed the disappointment in his heart, and replied perfunctorily: "Your capital accent is very authentic."

Cui Jingxing said: "I have been an official in the court for so many years, and it is my duty to change my accent." If the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty did not learn the official language, but spoke the local dialects of various places, how would they communicate?

"Didn't you stay in the archives of the library every day? When did you need to communicate with other officials?" Mu Shufeng had already made it clear what investigation Cui Jingxing had done in the capital these years.

Cui Jingxing murmured for a while, blushing and red-faced: "The Imperial Academy is very leisurely, and my colleagues don't need my help."

"The Imperial Academy is not idle." Mu Shufeng said, "They don't want to talk to you."

Cui Jingxing was ashamed and annoyed. He blushed and turned his head thickly to look out of the window. He straightened his neck and said in a slow voice: "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and the friendship between villains is as sweet as sweets. '." The friendship between gentlemen should be indifferent and distant, and sticky cliques are just friendships that will fall apart sooner or later.

Mu Shufeng said: "'Gentlemen don't compete, groups don't party', why do you only remember 'no contention' and 'no party' but forget the previous ones to get along with others? Bookworm, how to get along well with others, It is not advisable to be too close to form a clique for personal gain, nor to be too estranged and withdrawn, becoming a loner. You talk about 'Zi Yue' and 'Zi Yue' all day long, how can you forget the 'cluster' of 'the group and not the party'? ? Even a small head catcher will not be withdrawn, he has to get to know his own catchers well."

If the old man is really alive, he will definitely not be reduced to a half-lonely person like this nerd.The more Mu Shufeng looked at it now, the more he felt that Cui Jingxing's personality and handling of things were not at all similar to that person.

Cui Jingxing originally thought that Mu Shufeng was trying to ridicule him, but he didn't feel like it when he heard this. Could it be that Mu Shufeng was teaching him how to behave in the world like last time?This guess made Cui Jingxing wonder how he felt. Not only was this Mu Shufeng not as violent as the rumors said, why was he still so old-fashioned and warm-hearted?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mu Shufeng said, "What's the matter? I'm pointing you out, and you're still angry?"

Cui Jingxing originally wanted to take advantage of Mu Shufeng, but he felt guilty all of a sudden. He had all kinds of thoughts in his mind, but he asked with a puzzled face, "Why did your lord point me out?"

"Do you really want to live in the library archives forever?"

It turned out that Mu Shufeng wanted to promote him, and this truth was even more inconceivable than just guessing.Cui Jingxing touched his own cheek subconsciously. Mu Shufeng couldn't promote him because of this face, could he?

Cui Jingxing lowered his head, as if he had nothing to say to Mu Shufeng.

Mu Shufeng stopped persecuting him, and turned his head to look at the flowerpot at the door, "Do you like growing grass?"

"The streets are full of grass, so why grow it?"

Mu Shufeng frowned unhappily, "Every grass is different."

Cui Jingxing said: "None of them will bloom."

"..." Vulgar, Mu Shufeng stopped talking.

Cui Jingxing didn't seem to notice Mu Shufeng's displeasure. He was standing at the window and was about to close it when he suddenly saw a colorful lark hovering outside the window.

Why didn't the bird return to the nest in such a heavy rain?Cui Jingxing looked at the swaying tree outside the window and thought to himself that the bird's nest must have been knocked down by the wind and rain. After thinking about it, he turned sideways and let the lark fly in to hide from the rain.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp—" the lark twittered, it landed on the back of Cui Jingxing's hand, and its pointed short beak lightly tapped Cui Jingxing's finger, looking up at Cui Jingxing, its bright little eyes seemed to be shining like stars.

This little thing seemed to understand human nature, Cui Jingxing couldn't help laughing, his slightly parted lips were like blooming peonies.

The lark flew up excitedly, trying to touch Cui Jingxing's lips.

Mu Shufeng picked up the teacup and tapped lightly, making a crisp sound of "jingle".

The lark seemed to be frightened, and suddenly flapped its wings and landed on the table.

Mu Shufeng squinted at it, and put down the teacup casually, "I will sleep on the inside of the bed tonight."

"Okay." Cui Jingxing closed the window.

The lark called twice and slipped away through the window.

Cui Jingxing opened the window and saw that the lark had disappeared. Where did this bird come from?

Mu Shufeng got up and walked to the bed with his hands behind his back, bowed his head to smell, the faint aroma of herbs filled his nostrils, he smiled faintly, put his clothes on the bed, and lay down on the innermost side.

Mu Shufeng closed his eyes, his vigor in the daytime faded away, and now his face looked more handsome under the lamp.Cui Jingxing just took a look and then looked away, as if he just took a look at the weeds and rocks by the roadside, without the slightest bit of amazement or nostalgia.

Cui Jingxing blew out the lights, and lay down with a distance of one person from Mu Shufeng, unable to sleep for a long time.He turned his head and glanced at Mu Shufeng. If someone said a few days ago that he would collapse into sleep like Dang Chaomu, he would definitely think that someone was teasing him. After all, at that time, even Mu Shufeng was square or round Do not know at all.

The room was pitch black, but bursts of purple-red lightning illuminated the room.Mu Shufeng curled up in the corner of the bed, and his whole body was tucked into a ball under the quilt. When he fell asleep, he was peaceful and quiet, not only not domineering, but also pure and harmless.

At this time, Cui Jingxing remembered that Mu Shufeng was one year younger than him.

Like a mimosa that curls up at night, Cui Jingxing looked at it for a while, then slowly closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: Remarks: "The friendship between gentlemen...the villain is willing to give up" comes from "Zhuangzi". "A gentleman does not fight, a group does not party" comes from "The Analects".