If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

An Le came out from the ghost doctor's side but didn't intend to go back to the prefect right away. He touched the money on his body and turned to the wine shop.

The north wind is piercing, the wine flag is waving, still drinking alone, still drinking liquor.

It's cold and frosty, white wine is in your stomach, and your fingers are cold and warm.

Anle prefers white wine, which is clear, mellow and sweet, with a refreshing aftertaste in his mouth.The wine is probably made from the river outside the city. It has a slightly earthy taste and is not particularly clear as water, but it is unexpectedly loved by An Le.

The thin wine bottle was three empty, An Le was in a daze, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a head of snow-white long hair.

An Le suddenly turned his head, but he saw no one.

"drunk?"

An Le turned his eyes back to the wine bottle, "That's right, after all, the plum blossoms haven't bloomed yet."

Five bottles of wine were empty, An Le got up and paid the bill.It takes two streets to walk back from the wine shop to the prefect.After all, it's winter, and it's getting late at night. When An Le walked out of the wine shop, the shop had just opened early. Smelling the smell of steamed buns, An Le handed out five cents for two steamed buns.

However, after walking a few steps, Anle caught a glimpse of another wonton shop, three wontons in clear soup and four with shrimp.An Le thought for a while and gave Si Wen.

An Le ate all the way back to the prefecture, and burped when he walked to the gate of the magistrate.

In front of the magistrate's gate is relatively deserted, with a gray wall and two plum trees.

There are also plum trees in the backyard of the county magistrate's mansion, and the plum trees in the mansion seem to grow better, with more buds than those outside.

An Le looked at the tightly closed buds, wondering if they could bloom before the Spring Festival.

"I don't know what the taste of plum blossom tea is?" An Le smiled.

Taking a detour to the back of the magistrate, An Le flew up the tile wall as light as a swallow.

Back in his hut, An Le shivered from the cold, thought for a long time before picking up the mink fur that he had carefully folded and draped it over his shoulders, and then picked up the hand stove.

An Le grabbed the sable fur and thought about how to make the county magistrate forget about it, so that he could take the sable fur as his own.

Sitting on the bed bored for a while, Anle couldn't help standing up and walking around a few times before sitting down on the stool in front of the table. He glanced at the inkstone on the table and was a little surprised to find that it was frozen. Anle followed smiled.

Dressed in sable fur and holding a stove in hand, An Le swaggered towards the magistrate's study.

There is a stove in the magistrate's study room, which is much warmer than An Le's miscellaneous room.

An Le knocked on the door three times, and the magistrate's cold voice came, "Come in."

An Le pushed the door open with a smile and went in.

The county magistrate sat at the table without raising his head, "What's the matter?"

An Le said: "Borrow the inkstone."

The county magistrate continued to look at the history in his hand, "Why, is there anything in your miscellaneous house?"

An Le felt that there was something in what the adults said, but he took it superficially, "The weather is cold, and the inkstone is frozen."

The county magistrate chuckled and raised his eyes, then froze.

"Finally remember the function of the hand stove?"

An Le said with a dry smile: "Thank you for reminding me this morning."

The county magistrate glanced at the sable fur on An Le's shoulders again, and An Le resisted it cheekily.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the county magistrate sighed softly and got up and took out the inkstone from the cabinet and put it on the table.

"Just write what you want to write here."

An Le secretly smiled slyly.

But the county magistrate continued: "I won't save you from touching my inkstone as well."

An Le stopped laughing, "..."

Facing a piece of rice paper and an inkstone, An Le paused while picking up the pen, allowing a drop of ink to drip and smudge on the paper.

In fact, An Le didn't want to write or draw anything, he was just idle and cold, and wanted to find an excuse to stay in the county magistrate's study to warm up.

But now that the pen and paper are out——

The county magistrate cast a glance at An Le who was beside him, he had already stood up, writing and drawing smoothly on the rice paper with his arms hanging.

The county magistrate looked away.

One holds the history in his hand, the other holds a pen in his hand, and there is silence under the lamp.

Slowly the wick was lowered, and the fire died down, and finally went out.

The county magistrate raised his eyes and said, "Anle, go pick a lamp."

An Le pursed her lips and put down her pen to tease, "Sir, do you want me to dig out my heart and give you light?"

The county magistrate sneered, "Can your heart be called Danxin?"

An Le followed with a smile, went to pick up the lamp, and the fire was lit again, but the county magistrate put down the things in his hands and glanced at the paper.

There are freehand brushstrokes, but there are also fine meticulous brushwork, and the chic splashing of ink is a river of snow.

One boat, one person, one river snow.

"Still thinking about Jiang Xue fishing alone?"

An Le smiled and said, "The wish of my life is the one I want for the rest of my life."

The county magistrate looked at the lone boat in the vast river and snow, and said softly, "Just for that?"

An Le said with a smile: "If this can be done, there will be no regrets."

The magistrate looked at An Le's smiling eyes, without any sarcasm or disdain, clear and serious.

Not for profit, not for power, not for fame, but just yearning for Jiang Xueyi's lonely boat. He said that this is the wish of his life and what he has asked for in his life; he said that if he can do this, he will have no regrets.

The county magistrate suddenly realized that An Le might not be as cunning and cruel as he thought.

An Le saw that the lord did not respond for a long time, so she straightened the pen and paper, and said, "My lord, I'm going back first."

The county magistrate muttered, "Yes."

An Lexin was delighted that the county magistrate didn't let him put down the sable fur before leaving, so he stepped out the door before he changed his mind.

The sky is getting brighter, the lights are no longer dazzling, the heating in the study is still on, but there is one person missing, and the county magistrate feels slightly chilly.

"Is it because you gave him the sable fur?"

The county magistrate called someone to make tea, and sat quietly at the table but never had the heart to look at the history.

He sat like this until the tea cup was placed in front of him.

The county magistrate took a sip of his tea, and his eyes fell on An Le's lonely Jiangxue boat.

There is a large area of ​​white space in the upper left corner, with mixed plum shadows on both sides, a lone boat floating on the vast river and snow, and the fisherman's figure is vague, but the county magistrate thinks he should be smiling.

——It's not for fishing, it's just for Jiang Xue.

In the plum shadow in the lower right corner, the county magistrate can vaguely see a large and unrestrained character——du.

The man in black walked into the study and saw that the magistrate was drawing a picture with a brush.

"grown ups?"

The magistrate raised his eyes, and the man in black came forward and asked, "Didn't your lord suspect that the person who rescued you last time was An Le? If that's the case, my subordinates will investigate—"

The county magistrate said indifferently: "Oh? How to check?"

The man in black said: "Anle will always take a bath, if he is injured—"

The county magistrate interrupted: "It's not urgent, don't worry about it."

The man in black was silent. He secretly glanced at the painting drawn by the magistrate, and it was still a person. The recent painting of the magistrate has always been this person, sideways, radiating, but the face of this person is still not painted on the magistrate.

The county magistrate suddenly asked softly: "Xiao Er, what do you want in your life?"

The man in black said expressionlessly, "Don't call me Xiaoer."

"Okay little one."

The man in black said: "...Why did your lord suddenly ask this?"

The county magistrate put down his pen and said with a mocking smile, "I just want to ask."

The man in black told himself silently, this is his master, master, master, he is the one who pays himself wages, wages, wages——

"Moyo is getting rich."

"..."

This time it was the magistrate's turn to be silent.

The man in black asked curiously, "What is your lord asking for?"

The county magistrate took a sip of tea, feeling slightly cool.

"I don't know."

The man in black smiled and said, "Sir, you can look for it slowly."

The county magistrate looked at the person in Danqing and said softly: "Maybe we have found it."

The man in black didn't know what the adults were talking about.

The county magistrate said: "If you have nothing to do, go back first."

The man in black said, "Sir, do you want to keep staring at An Le?"

"It's unnecessary when he's in the mansion, if he leaves the mansion, you can follow him."

"Yes." The man in black withdrew, and stepped back through the window.

The county magistrate: "..."

The pen is raised again, and the ink on the tip of the pen falls on the paper, and the faces in the portrait are carefully outlined.

It was a bright and beautiful, peaceful face.