Xi Shijing

Qiao Weixian saw it the next day.

This afternoon, to say the least, was very unfortunate.He wanted to get some air, and his usual place to get some air was the windows on the second floor, but today he avoided this place and walked around to the side of the tea room, facing the windows facing the street.

The back streets are narrow and sparsely populated, and there is little sunlight. The gray bricks accumulate rainwater, and the rainwater grows green moss.This kind of scene is feminine, and it is easy to remind people of some regrets in their lives.Qiao Weixian opened the window and soon regretted it.

The poems he read in the past are all out of fashion now, and every sentence comes up, such a beautiful woman leaning on the Hejiang Tower, such a young woman in a boudoir who does not know her worries, and puts on her makeup in spring——

"Like a big horse monkey! When I go out, my husband's face grows a lot, it's terrible, put on a show!"

The sound was crisp and clear, from far to near, when Qiao Weixian looked down, the wheels of the rickshaw rolled over the slate bricks, only a handkerchief decorated with lace floated outside the handrail, turning like a shallow wave.

The coachman's shoulders were broad and his back was strong, and his voice whirled between the two walls and then receded: "Ma'am, don't make me laugh, I'm exhausted!"

The housekeeper realized later, as if from some date, Qiao Weixian no longer cared about the affairs of the church.Qian Youfang consciously took care of the big and small matters of the hall meeting, but now that the day is approaching, there are still questions to be settled by him personally: "Master, should I set up a main seat for you? It is facing the stage, before the performance starts Let's talk, okay?"

Qiao Weixian's tea and dinner have been bleak recently, and his complexion is a little gloomy: "No need." For Qiao Weixian, showing his face in a speech is no longer attractive: "I can't see it for long, so there is no need to make a special place for me."

After he finished speaking, he sank into the wheelchair, and his chin leaned against the palm of his hand thinly:

"Where is my place? I just have this chair."

These words obviously meant something else, Qian Youfang opened his mouth, and quickly started another topic: "Master, this, Young Master Pu misses you! I wrote you a letter, and I put it in the study, go and have a look? "

Qiao Weixian raised her eyelids a little, and took a breath: "I come and go, only Xueying still remembers me. Push me to see."

Qian Youfang thanked this young master Pu in his heart, and immediately pushed Qiao Weixian away.

Cicheng's stage was set up about one street away from Qiao's house.The glazed tile roof of Zanshan Mountain, the four-five-foot-high platform, and the four-character plaque written on it read: Looking through the mirror to enjoy the world.This place is now decorated with old Qianyi's work, decorated with lights and festoons, and looks lively.

The show opened after four in the afternoon. According to Qiao Weixian's intention, Lao Qian arrived a little later, and the front of the stage was already full.

Qiao Weixian was at the end, looking at the stage, he saw that it was only the size of a handkerchief.

He raised his hand and gestured for Qian Youfang to listen: "Who is sitting at the front?"

Qian Youfang snapped his fingers: "Old Tan's family, Director Zhang, and someone surnamed Xia—" Qian Youfang couldn't help but pause.

Qiao Weixian looked at Lao Qian, and Lao Qian also looked at him.Qian Youfang is most afraid of looking at Qiao Weixian's eyes like this, these eyes are quite inconsistent with Qiao Weixian's temperament, and with a blink of water, he will blink all the things Qian Youfang secretly concealed.

Qiao Weixian knew it well, and slowly turned his face to the side: "Isn't the Xia Mansion refusing to come because of the dock? It's coming again?"

Qian Youfang shrank his neck: "That's right, I said I wanted to talk to you, Master..." His voice was drowned out.There is no other reason for the drowning: Xiao Mengdie came to the stage.

Qiao Weixian has always been too lazy to deal with Xiafu.He sits here looking at the little dream butterfly, like looking at a beautiful silkworm chrysalis, he knows how beautiful it is, but he can't see anything clearly.

Qiao Weixian saw that a ball of red color on the stage separated and formed a "big" character. After a while, it changed its form again, like a round jujube.

Qian Youfang probed: "May I push you to take a look?"

Qiao Weixian remained silent.Amidst the huge waves of voices, he looked at the soft and unpredictable little Mengdie on the stage, and suddenly felt a little bored.

He didn't seem to want to see her that much anymore.

Qiao Weixian pulled away from the long hustle and bustle of people's voices, but silently remembered something: He didn't invite Xiao Mengdie to see it for himself.

Thinking of this, he felt bored: "Let's go. Don't watch it."

His wheelchair turned quickly, and his back turned away from the table.Qiao Weixian found that the old money was going away faster than usual, and the faster and faster it went, and in the end, it felt like running away: "Why, Qian Youfang, what are you in a hurry for?"

The two of them crossed the side street and went straight to the direction of the car, but when they reached the front of the car, they suddenly turned around and entered the alley.

Qiao Weixian was jolting violently in the wheelchair: "Qian Youfang, are you out of your mind? Qian Youfang!"

Qiao Weixian slapped the armrest suddenly, and looked back:

Yuan Ji turned towards him, put an index finger against his lips, and bared his teeth with a smile:

"Shh-!"

Qiao Weixian's throat was blocked immediately, and her eyes trembled from side to side: "You, you..."

Yuan Ji touched his neck with his palm, and laughed loudly: "Look ahead! Be careful not to fall!"

About half way down the alley, Qiao Weixian finally stopped.

He held on to the two handrails, just now Yuan Ji pushed him to run, who was tired, but his face couldn't help but turn red and hot.

"You, you, your mother—"

He turned his head abruptly, before his voice was directed at Yuan Ji, but Yuan Ji had already let go, walked in front of him, and squatted down first.He looked up at Qiao Weixian, a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead, rolling between his brows, it seemed to be shining brightly.

Qiao Weixian watched the drop of sweat run across Yuanji's nose, and then remembered that he should be furious.He made a white fist and forgot to drop it.

Seeing that he broke the string again, Yuan Ji pulled his hand over and smiled happily: "Don't hit me, I borrowed money from you for a while, don't be angry with me!"