Xi Shijing

The content of the contract for Yuan Ji's job was a verbal agreement to retrieve the bucket from Qiao's house every night.This time is probably uncertain. If there is no work in the Xia Mansion, you can go to pick it up on the west side of the moon.

Naturally, there are also commissions.But this commission was not allocated by the old money, it had to be settled on the spot, and Yuan Ji asked Qiao Weixian to ask for it in person.Qian Youfang advised Qiao Weixian: "Why don't you just let me spend the money, so as to save you labor?"

Qiao Weixian took the time to calm down, and said righteously: "No need. Your fingers are too wide, you must spoil him, let me do it!"

When Qian Youfang was taking a nap in the waiter's room, the porter came to report that Yuanji had arrived.He looked at the clock, Yuan Ji came earlier today than two days ago.

When Qian Youfang saw Yuanji, he was very affectionate.While talking, the two walked towards the place where the barrels were piled up in the backyard.There is a light stand erected in this open space, once it is turned on, the darkness of the night is neatly divided, making it appear quiet.

Qian Youfang lowered his voice, fearing to scare the heavenly beings: "Why, did you come earlier today?"

Yuan Ji nodded, and couldn't help lowering his voice: "Xia Mansion opens early today." He unplugged the bucket to check, bent over, with a keel dented from between his shoulder blades.

Qian Youfang looked at his back: "Master, this is enough to torment people." Qian Youfang stepped forward and patted Yuan Ji's shoulder: "I'm tired of you!"

Yuan Ji turned his face to the side and smiled: "Is he upstairs?"

Qian Youfang nodded: "Wait, I'll take you there."

The two of them went upstairs quietly, Qian Youfang opened the study door first, and when he waved to Yuan Ji, he had a fleeting thought: "Which story of the West Chamber is I playing here?"

Qiao Weixian sat upright without raising his eyes.

There is a lamp on his table, the lampshade is like a lily of the valley, and the face of the flower is stretched with semi-opaque wire cloth. When the electricity is turned on, the light will be reflected on Qiao Weixian's white face, making him opaque. Translucent, lacquered gold with powder.

Yuan Ji stood in front of him, remembering that when unloading goods at the pier, he often heard an instruction: "The things in this box are precious, and they will break if you knock them. Be careful!"

Now he seems to have stepped into a box, knowing how to write the word Jingui.

Not long after, the precious thing raised its head under the lamp, the light and shadow on its cheeks gleamed and flowed, and muttered: "Look at me? Why are you staring at me?"

Yuan Ji couldn't help laughing, but the night was too deep, and he was afraid that he would scare Qiao Weixian: "It's so beautiful, why don't you look at it?"

These words turned hostility into treasure, Qiao Weixian lowered his head, his face colorful: "Not serious!"

If Yuanji didn't mention the matter of paying wages, then Qiao Weixian wouldn't mention it either.These two people seem to have some tacit understanding, what has nothing to do with the current matter, let's start with it.

Yuan Ji walked to Qiao Weixian's desk, propping up his hands: "I heard from Lao Qian, have you been bored all day?" He walked to Qiao Weixian's side: "Aren't you panicking?"

Qiao Weixian couldn't dodge in time, and froze beside Yuan Ji.He seemed to be praised because of Fang, and he lacked confidence: "It's nothing."

Yuan Ji got short and squatted down.He always likes to squat in front of Qiao Weixian and look up at him: "I went out this morning and saw the lotus blooming in the pond. The sun is good this year, and it looks like it will bloom in a while."

Every time Qiao Weixian had to lower his head to look at Yuan Ji, his eyes would sweep away from time to time.He always felt that something was wrong after looking at it for a long time: "Let's just drive it. It's time."

This flower has a hard life, and it blooms in a large area, which does not match Qiao Wei's aesthetics that rare things are precious.

Yuan Ji laughed, and naturally took Qiao Weixian's hand: "Would you like to see it? When the flowers bloom, I'll take you to see the first scene? It's only a short period of time in a year!"

When Qiao Weixian turned his head, he blinked his eyes, but everyone around him froze.

He remembered the romantic stories he had read before, in which poor boys tried their best to come up with poor solutions, such as singing, playing the violin, picking flowers and stealing fruits, it was really embarrassing.He thought that if he was a lady, he would not be fooled by these poor ghosts.

So he hangs his head, stammering: "You can only call Laoqian and ask him to drive me, what can you do?"

Yuan Ji's face stretched: "No need. Don't take him. You and I, just the two of us to see."

When Qiao Weixian heard this, he put his hand in Yuan Ji's, and struggled weakly, but did not take it away: "It's funny! Why should I go and see with you? What are you talking about?"

Yuan Ji was happy, and there was a radiance in his brows.He raised one eyebrow: "Are you afraid of being seen? If you are afraid of being seen, I will steal you out!"

Qiao Weixian was held by him, and the back of his neck became hot: "Full of nonsense!"

Yuan Ji didn't say anything, just rubbed Qiao Weixian's hand.He didn't dare to think of this action in the past.But now Qiao Weixian is silent, turning his head to the other side, covering his ears and stealing the bell.

The clock struck a muffled sound, Qiao Weixian woke up like a dream, withdrew his hand, took out two bills from the drawer, and quietly handed them out.

Yuan Ji took it over, smiled at him, turned around, shoulders stretched broadly, a few outlines were drawn by the light outside the door.Qiao Weixian watched him walk away, and suddenly raised his neck: "Hey!"

The window was left open, and a cry brought in the night wind.The books on the table, one by one, rustled through.

Qiao Weixian looked at the sideways bridge of his nose, it was the same as when they first met, and it seemed higher when he smiled.

"You, do you count as words?"