River

When Jiang Qimu stepped into Junlan's room, he took a second look at the servant beside him.He still had the impression of those round eyes. It was the boy who delivered the letter a few days ago. After all, he looked handsome, so he remembered it carefully for a few days.

The boy brought tea, but he drank it without looking at it.Listening to Jun Lan playing the piano, he sat for a while, then felt dry mouth and restless, so he drank another sip of tea, trying to suppress the hotness, but this feeling did not decrease but increased, he suddenly felt Not good, realized that I had been tricked.

He looked at Jun Lan, who got up and said to him, "Jun Lan feels a little unwell, so she stepped back first."

Jiang Qimu narrowed his eyes, not understanding Junlan's intentions: playing hard to get?

Jun Lan closed the door, and the sound of footsteps disappeared completely. Jiang Qimu was a little dazed. He felt that he was in a panic because of desire/fire. He had to find someone to solve it. As soon as he stood up, the door was opened. The servant closed the door, locked it, and looked at Jiang Qimu.

Jiang Qimu's mind was a little blurry. When he saw this man, he just wanted to hold his arms tightly, kiss skin to skin, and rub his ears and temples.He did the same, the boy in his arms felt cool and smelled like medicinal herbs.

When the boy touched him with a cool hand, he sighed comfortably.

Everything after that came naturally, the boy's body was very strange, but he didn't notice it at all at the time.

When Jiang Qimu woke up in the morning, he was still a little unresponsive. The young man lying in his arms was white and soft. He was a little confused, and he kept seeing the young man's eyelashes trembling slightly, and opened his eyes.

"Why are you drugging me?" he asked.

He Yao avoided his eyes with some guilt, and said, "You have taken my body, so you have to pay me."

Jiang Qimu smiled, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on: "How much?"

The boy hesitated for a while, then stretched out a palm: "50 taels."

Jiang Qimu didn't bring so much money when he came out to listen to Xiaoqu, so he said, "You follow me to Jiangfu, and I'll send someone to bring it to you."

The boy nodded and said, "Then you make a written statement."

Jiang Qimu took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote one for him. The young man couldn't read, so he pretended to read the paper for a while, then dipped it in ink and printed his handprint on the side.

He Yao accepted the written receipt with satisfaction, and Jiang Qimu asked him, "What's your name?"

"He Yao."

"Which yao?" Jiang Qimu was a little curious.

He Yao thought for a while and said, "I am the youngest in the family, so my father named me He Yao, Yao Er."

Jiang Qimu nodded.

That day Jiang Qimu sent someone to send the silver over, and He Yao returned the paper to him, but Jiang Qimu tore it up without taking it seriously.

However, if you are a vegetarian on weekdays, once you eat meat, you will feel different after all.Sometimes Jiang Qimu would relive the taste of being a teenager at midnight, only to feel itchy.

It was rare for him to break the rules and go to the Nanfeng Pavilion early, but he didn't see the servant next to Junlan.He asked, and Jun Lan said, "He is my childhood friend. If you want to see him, you can go to the street and have a look. He always puts up a sign on the street, waiting to deliver the letter."

Jiang Qimu really went. He Yao also wore thin clothes in winter, his nose was red from the cold, and he rubbed his hands while stamping his feet. Jiang Qimu thought he only got 50 taels, why didn't he add some clothes to himself.

He walked over, and when He Yao saw him, he lowered his head in embarrassment. Jiang Qimu stood beside him, pretending to whisper casually: "50 taels a time?"

He Yao lowered his head, and he said sullenly, "Yes."

This time Jiang Qimu was in a sober state, and He Yao's somewhat youthful movements were quite seductive.Jiang Qimu was satisfied with him and readily gave him 50 taels.

That day, He Yao held the 50 taels of silver bills and walked back crying.He didn't make a sound, just wiped his tears silently. It was uncomfortable there, but it was not as uncomfortable as his heart. He felt that he was really low/low, so low that he didn't even want to look at himself again.

Maybe he shouldn't have gone to extremes in the first place, but he had to walk away, so he could only grit his teeth and go on.

He Da's gambling addiction is getting worse and worse. It seems that He Yao was able to plug the 50 tael hole to give him courage. He owes another gambling debt. It just so happens that his son is about to be full moon, and his parents said that he must hold a banquet .

He Yao took out the crumpled bank note, he didn't spend it, he felt it was dirty, not only the money was dirty, but he was also dirty, standing on the street now, he felt a little ashamed, as if people who walked by him were all dirty. Talking about him in a low voice, pointing at him, I don't know how contemptuous the tone is.

The sister-in-law came to him and said that she wanted to make new clothes and quilts for the family, but the money he gave was not enough.He Yao gritted his teeth and said, "Wait a few more days."

A few days later, Jiang Qimu came to him, and he agreed as usual, then stumbled back with 50 taels of silver in his hand, and handed the money to his sister-in-law.

They may feel something, but they don't say anything.He Yao didn't say anything, he got a new quilt and new clothes, so he should be happy.

He changed into new clothes and stood there waiting to deliver a letter. When he saw Jiang Qimu from a distance, he lowered his head. After a while, the man came over and stood beside him. He didn't mention 50 taels this time, but said, "You Finally got a new dress."

He murmured "hmm".

Jiang Qimu stood with him for a while, but never mentioned "50 taels". After a while, he left. He Yao breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head.

But Jiang Qimu came back soon, holding things in his hand, and stuffed them all into He Yao's arms: "Eat, go home quickly after eating, in such a cold day, no one came out to deliver letters."

He Yao looked at the steaming steamed stuffed bun and oiled paper bag in his hand, and then at Jiang Qimu, his eyes sparkled with water ripples.

He said "thank you" hoarsely.

Jiang Qimu left.He Yao looked at his back until he could no longer see him, then he lowered his head and took a bite of some cold buns, chewing, tears came down.

Even if he was wearing thin clothes, he would stand for a whole day, no matter how tough he was, he would fall down, and within a few days, He Yao fell ill, lying in bed and unable to get up, and no one came to ask him.He was hungry only after he got up slowly and moved to the kitchen to fill his stomach with leftovers.

He lay in bed for another day, when his mother came over with the medicine. He was very moved. After drinking the medicine, he felt better. He heard his mother say: "Yaoer, get well soon..." His eyes were a little wet , said in a hoarse voice, "Mother, don't worry."

In the evening, my sister-in-law brought him hot meals and asked him to eat more: "Uncle, get well soon, this family can't do without you."

He Yao took the chopsticks and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, sister-in-law."

The next day he had the strength to get up, and his mother asked him if he was better, and he said it was better.

He Yao took the sign and went out as usual, only to find Jiang Qimu standing there when he got there. He hesitated and rubbed over, standing beside him uncomfortably.

"What's the matter with you these days? I haven't seen you either." Jiang Qimu said.

"I'm sick." He Yao said, his voice still nasal.

"Sick?" Jiang Qimu said, "Then why did you come out and not go home to rest?"

"It's better." He Yao rubbed his hands, halfway through the rubbing, Jiang Qimu pulled him over and covered him.

"Your hands are so cold." Jiang Qimu gripped his hand tightly while complaining, He Yao looked at him blankly, and suddenly smiled.

When He Yao laughed, her round eyes would bend slightly, and the inside would shine. Jiang Qimu looked at it for a while and said, "Your eyes are so beautiful."

He Yao lowered his head in embarrassment.

When he went back, his footsteps were rarely brisk, but when he got home, the solemn atmosphere in the room made him feel a bit thumped.

Sure enough, the mother stepped forward: "Yaoer, your brother..."

He Yao only felt that the world was spinning, his ears were buzzing, but he couldn't hear anything.

But he still held his mother's hand and said with a smile, "Mother, don't worry."