Chongxi little husband

I don't know when it started to rain, and it was getting denser and thicker. Soon the eaves began to drip, tick-tick-tick-very rhythmic, and it spread far away in this quiet spring night.

The oil lamp in the room also burned out in the lamp bowl because it hadn't been picked for too long, and then the whole room fell into darkness, but a few white lights suddenly flashed in the clouds in the distant sky, illuminating the whole town from time to time.

The rain kept falling, and there were a few flashes of lightning across the sky from time to time, but there was only an occasional muffled thunder from a distance, which would not wake people up from their dreams.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door outside the small courtyard, and it became louder and more violent.

Zhang Ji suddenly woke up from his sleep. When he opened his eyes, there was lightning flashing outside the window. Only then did he realize that because of his nonsense last night, he was so tired that even Dialect forgot to close the window.

Looking down under the light of another flash of lightning, he saw that Fang Yan was clenched in his arms, and the skin under the thin quilt reminded him of the events before going to bed again, and before he had time to think about it, annoyance hit his heart first.

At that time, I was drunk, and finally I was so tired that I fell asleep, and I didn't have time to clean up anything.

But if he did it all over again, he would still do that, but it really shouldn't be done if he didn't do a good job in the aftermath.

Quickly pull up the quilt to cover people up, for fear that people will catch a cold.Thinking about it, I felt uneasy, so I got out of bed in the dark and turned the thick quilt out to cover someone else, and then touched Xia Yan's forehead with my hand, and then I was relieved, fortunately, it was normal.

Another white light flashed outside the window, a gust of wind blew, Zhang Ji Leng shivered suddenly, and then remembered that he was not wearing a shirt, and was about to go to bed and continue to sleep, when he heard a knock on the door outside, he couldn't help but wonder Zhang Jiwei frowned, took a coat and put it on to light the lamp, only to find that the wick had burned out, so he had to Change the root point before going out.

Opening the courtyard door, he could see the person outside the door clearly with the lightning, and he couldn't help being slightly surprised, but the person who came had a very aggressive tone, as if he had offended the other party.

"Did you fall asleep? Why did it take you so long to open the door? Didn't you see it raining? Do you want to freeze us to death?" Zhang Qi came up and pushed people, and then strode in.

Zhang Ji staggered slightly, took a step back to stabilize his figure, looked at Zhang Qi, who was soaked and embarrassed, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said lightly: "Sorry, I have always been a heavy sleeper, so I didn't hear it. I don't know about you, uncle. Come back today."

Zhang Ruizhong, who was also in a bit of a panic, frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Ji who came to open the door, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?" Obviously, he really didn't expect him to live here.

Zhang Ji smiled slightly, turned around and walked back, "I came to see Master yesterday, and stayed here for a while."

"En." Zhang Ruizhong responded, his expression relaxed slightly, and he walked in with his back straightened. At the end was a young coachman leading the carriage.

Zhang Ji glanced back at the carriage, and asked casually, "Why aren't uncle and elder brother waiting in the carriage?" It made them all wet like this.

As soon as this remark came out, Zhang Qi, who was going ahead first, and Zhang Ruizhong, who came in behind, couldn't help but both stopped. Zhang Ji saw it but pretended he didn't notice it, and smiled again: "It just so happens that there is still some hot water in the kitchen." , I just don’t know if it’s going to be hot or not, why don’t you all wash and change your clothes before resting, lest you catch a cold.”

Then he said gently to the young coachman: "The kitchen is in the corner. There is water and dry firewood in it. The place is spacious enough and relatively warm. And please make some ginger soup, brother. You are all drenched in the rain." , Be careful of catching a cold."

"Hey! Thank you, my lord." The coachman thanked repeatedly, led the carriage to the doorpost in front of the house and fastened it, and then quickly ran to the kitchen according to the instructions.

After driving in the rain for most of the night, he was also very worried that he would fall ill. As for the affairs of the master's house...he was only hired as a driver, and other matters were none of his business.

"Why does it happen to be raining this day? It's really bad luck if it doesn't rain in the morning or in the evening!" Zhang Qi cursed and walked into the big room on the right naturally.

Zhang Ji moved directly to block the door.

"Ah Choo - what are you doing! Get out of the way!"

Zhang Qi became more and more annoyed. He reached out again and wanted to push the person away, but this time Zhang Ji didn’t move. Make trouble." As he spoke, he grabbed Zhang Ji's lapel and wanted to tear him away.

With a wave of Zhang Ji's hand, he immediately broke away from his restraint, with a calm expression, "This room is occupied, you can go to another room."

Zhang Qi glanced at the room behind him, and laughed angrily, "Why? I'm in a bad mood today, so I want to sleep in a big room, get out of the way!"

Zhang Ji's eyes sharpened, and his voice was lowered but full of warning: "If you want to live, go to that room, or get out of this door."

Zhang Qi was shocked by his appearance, and when he came back to his senses, seeing Zhang Ji was about to enter the door, he couldn't help but sarcastically sarcastically: "So nervous, could it be that there is some lover hidden inside?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ji turned around and shook his hands, the sound of a slap was heard clearly and far away in this rainy night, and there was a faint scream from outside the door, but it seemed to be silenced in time.

Zhang Ji turned a deaf ear to the outside world, but looked at Zhang Qi with cold eyes and no trace of gentleness on his face, "Keep your mouth clean, if I hear it again, it will be more than just a slap."

"Zhang Ji? Do you dare to fight—"

"Zhang Qi! Look at what you are now?! What are you doing! Why don't you hurry up and wash and change your clothes!"

"You—huh!" Zhang Qi was so angry that he shook his hands and pointed between the two parties, and finally shook his sleeves unwillingly and left.

Zhang Ji still looked at him coldly, "There is only one room, you can't live in it."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ruizhong, who didn't look at the door, and the person who shrank behind with only a skirt exposed, turned and entered the room.

Although the windows were closed, the wind still came in through the gaps, only making the oil lamp hop.

As soon as Zhang Ji entered the door, he saw Fang Yan huddled behind the quilt and getting dressed, he frowned involuntarily, which still woke him up.

After walking over in a few strides, I raised my hand to test the temperature again.

"I don't have a fever." Fang Yan said with a hot face, but frowned slightly because of his voice.

Zhang Ji also heard it, and hurriedly pressed his shoulders to keep him still, got up and wanted to pour water, but remembered that the water must be cold after being left overnight, "Wait, I'll go get some warmer ones."

"No need." Dialect hurriedly called people back, "It doesn't matter if you don't drink too much."

Zhang Ji hesitated.

Fang Yan was helpless, "You go out now, what if someone from outside breaks in? I can't stop it now."

Zhang Ji didn't hesitate anymore, and simply poured some over and fed it to Dialect.

The cold water was indeed not very good, and Fang Yan stopped drinking after only one sip. Although his throat was moisturized, all kinds of feelings began to return after waking up.

I endured it, but I still couldn't.

Zhang Ji had been observing carefully, and soon realized that something was wrong with him, so he hurried over with a worried expression.

When Fang Yan saw him, he suddenly felt angry, and really wanted to take a bite to vent his anger, but the next moment he remembered that he was actually indulged in this situation, and the other party couldn't be the only one to blame.

In order to divert his attention, Fang Yan had no choice but to find a topic. He still couldn't sleep for the time being, and there was a lot of movement outside.

"Uncle and the others are back?"

"En." Zhang Ji frowned and replied, Zhang Qi was shouting at the coachman outside, it was hard to hear him.

Fang Yan was slightly surprised, "What's wrong with him?" Why does it feel like a different person.

Zhang Ji said with a cold face, "Leave him alone, you'd better sleep for a while, there is still a few hours before dawn."

At this time, Zhang Ruizhong heard the voice of Zhang Ruizhong calling the coachman to help fetch hot water. Zhang Ji looked down at the dialect that was covered with the quilt so that only one head was exposed, and suddenly got up.

"What's wrong?" Dialect was surprised.

"It's okay, I'll go back as soon as I go."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yan strode out without waiting for Fang Yan to speak again, Fang Yan couldn't help staring at the door with a little bit of concern, fearing that Zhang Qi would go crazy and really barge in.Fortunately, such a situation did not happen, Zhang Ji came back soon, but there was an extra water basin in his hand, and when he got close, Fang Yan realized that it was still steaming.

"you……"

Zhang Ji put the water basin beside the bed, and moved a stool over to put the basin on it, so that it would be more convenient for him to do things.

Seeing that he brought the Bujin dialect, he understood what the other party was going to do, so he couldn't help but refuse to do it himself. Unfortunately, his strength was still inferior to others, and he was suppressed again. In the end, he had to turn his face away and let the other party help him until his body became dry again. After putting on clean clothes again, he also felt a little drowsy.

Zhang Ji wrung out the cloth towel and hung it up. When he turned around, he saw that his eyes could not be closed, his face was flushed under the light, and his heart was full of softness. Regardless of the movement outside, he blew off the oil lamp and went to bed and embraced him again. In the arms, gently patted, and after a while, I heard the sound of regular breathing coming from the arms.

In the darkness, he couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile, hugged the person in his arms slightly again, and then closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

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