Xi Shijing

The storefront of Zige is now expanded with one room on each side. Once the front door is opened, all four doors and eight doors can be opened together during the day, which can be called grand.There are countless famous woodcarving masters inside and outside Cicheng, and they gradually have contacts with this pavilion: the people in the city have bought enough, and there is no other way except to sell them outside the city.Qiao Weixian was the first to open the carved goods in Cicheng, so it can be regarded as the most beautiful.

After entering the door, the cashier is on the right.There is a single wooden screen, and the carved Panasonic asks the boy. A young accountant sits behind him. If a customer walks by, he will put the letter paper under the account book and stuff it in a calm manner.Acquainted visitors will know to call out: "Sparrow, are you writing a letter to Miss Qian again?"

The little sparrow was wearing a long cotton coat—this was unthinkable before. In the past three or four years, he had been doing mental work in the account room and had eaten a lot. Seeing that he looked like a dog, he smiled shyly: "Mr. , are you looking for Boss Qiao? Our Boss Qiao is in the mansion right now, so he didn't come."

Qiao Weixian's house is still the same small building with flying eaves.If you are careful, you will find that there are four flat pillars on the four corners of the roof: they used to be beasts, but now they are gone.

Qiao Weixian is now sitting in front of the mirror, getting a haircut.The reason for the haircut was probably because I suddenly received a letter from Pu Xueying at night not long ago, and I was upset.

Crumpled paper, slightly water-stained.With a dry pen, the heart of a person who knows how to write is like a broken vine.The creases at the end of the paper were messy, and in the end they were flattened by something, making them look down and out.

In fact, there is no need for this letter. Qiao Weixian has learned about the whereabouts of these two people from Yanzichou intermittently in the past few years: Pu Xueyingfu is dead, and he is still dying. Even if Pu Xueying rushed to get in the way, she would have escaped death; Boss Qiao can settle the cost of this incident.

When he saw the letter again, it was as if he saw Yuan Ji's wound again.The scar is big and new in color, but it doesn't hurt very much to the touch.Pu Xueying's letter was probably begging for mercy.Beg for mercy for Feng Yongzhan.Qiao Weixian originally thought that the two were in a cooperative relationship, but now it seems that it is more obvious.

In life, whether it is Pu Xueying or herself, it is nothing more than having fun between grievances and hatred.Qiao Weixian folded the letter in half and burned it to ashes.

With Qiao Weixian's eyes closed, he couldn't tell the age clearly.There are fewer wrinkles on the face, which is the benefit of not smiling.The hair behind his ears was thin and soft, and when the razor was shaved, it fell down and fell silently on the newspaper.

"Don't worry, Boss Qiao. This year's hair is much grayer." The person who shaved his head was Qiao Weixian's newly hired barber, or a barber in Massage.This person is young, with a thin blade and light hands, so Qiao Weixian has used him a lot in the past two years.

The barber parted Qiao Weixian's hair a little sideways, smoothed it back, dipped the comb in shavings, and combed it carefully: "Brush it back like this, and you can hide some gray hair. I've become fond of this recently."

Qiao Weixian's hair is obedient and her face is thin and beautiful, so the barber works harder.Behind Qiao Weixian, he straightened Qiao Weixian's head: "Boss Qiao, see if it fits? The tip of the hair on the forehead is also exposed, how energetic do you look?"

Qiao Weixian looked in the mirror, his eyebrows and eyes resembled his mother's, his hair was tidied up now, his forehead was white and stiff, and his face looked like his father's.

These two similarities made Qiao Weixian stare at the mirror without speaking.In the mirror, there are clouds and shadows everywhere, he is alone, and it seems that he has his family.

The barber saw him stunned for a long time, and panicked: "But why are you not satisfied?"

The water from the shavings on the side of Qiao Weixian's hair was not completely dry, he tilted his head, and a few strands fell loose: "No," and recalled in a trance: "You go down." The barber smiled apologetically: "There is no rush, I will Seeing that Big Brother Yuan is here today, I might as well ask him to come up and take a look!"

Yuan Ji was off duty today, and was downstairs, helping the new manager and directing the unloading of the newly purchased furniture.There was a new-style shirt issued by the police station, but he felt that he was sweating, so he was still wearing a brushed blouse: "The patterned carpets are moved upstairs. The black ones are stored in the warehouse." Going to pick it up: "I'll do it! Get a few more..."

Some of the furniture in Qiao's mansion was sold off in the past, and now they have bought new ones.Thinking about that snow-white carpet, it was also sold, but he just asked Qiao Weixian again, but he didn't want it very much: Mr. Yuan Ji was afraid of this white blanket, he didn't even dare to enter the bedroom, isn't it putting the cart before the horse?

The barber walked in a hurry, and wiped his sweat in front of Yuan Ji: "My lord, I shaved well, and Master Qiao has regained his energy. Does it make me pay or not? Can you take a look?"

Yuan Ji handed the towel on his shoulder to the butler, and smiled at him: "You go first! Go to the purple pavilion, the accountant knows." After saying that, he took two steps and disappeared.

Qiao Weixian's room for shaving and tailoring is separated from the bedroom by two rooms.Yuan Ji passed by the bedroom, poked his head to look in, a little embarrassed: he accidentally twisted the bed sheet last night, and it has been replaced now.When Yuan Ji walked into the tailoring room and found Qiao Weixian's new look, he forgot all about his embarrassment:

"This is really, this is really beautiful." He approached the back of Qiao Weixian's wheelchair: "Hey, why didn't I think of shaving like this before?"

Qiao Weixian looked at Yuanji in the mirror, and soon lowered his head: "You are a magic weapon, and everyone will move you here."

When he lowered his head, Yuan Ji went around and held his face up: "Stingy boy! Let me see your face!"

Qiao Weixian's head was tilted back a little following Yuan Ji's hand, his face was already red, but he didn't resist.His face was used to being touched by Yuan Ji, and his resistance was fake: "Thick-skinned——"

Yuanji took advantage of the situation and naturally took Qiao Weixian's hand: "The shave is so good, why is your face so dark?"

Qiao Weixian covered it softly: "Who is it?"

Yuan Ji laughed: he can't get tired of Qiao Weixian's nine-series series, and he has to figure out its twists and turns clearly, so that he can enjoy himself.He touched the back of Qiao Weixian's neck with the palm of his hand, and the two of them looked at each other in the mirror for a long time, Yuan Ji accidentally kissed the hair on the top of Qiao Weixian's head.

Qiao Weixian shrugged his shoulders, but before he could make a sound, he saw Yuan Ji's tongue sticking out: "On your hair, hey, bah, bah! What did you wipe?"

Qiao Weixian couldn't hold back, pressed Yuan Ji's neck down, took out his handkerchief, and squeezed Yuan Ji's tongue: "Shaving water!"

Yuan Ji was pinching his tongue, and he was grunting: "Why are you wiping this? Who are you going to see?"

Qiao Weixian was amused, and let go of his hand: "Xia Congliang, the Chamber of Commerce."

Hearing this, Yuan Ji knelt down on one knee, turned Qiao Weixian to his side, sat down on the ground again, and put both hands on Qiao Weixian's knee: "It's so grand——Xia Congliang, this old boy, I'm still afraid of you recently ! But you have to be careful, too."

Qiao Weixian's momentum has gradually improved in recent years. He has worked hard for three or four years, led by Sergeant Feng, to win over various forces in Cicheng, and he has some clues.The tiger fell in Pingyang and went up Dongshan again, so the dogs and horses were naturally silent.

"I heard from Old Feng that a few days ago he went to sue you for being tricky, saying that you poached his corner..."

Qiao Weixian held one side of his face in his hands, looking at Yuan Ji with a smile on his face.He felt that after Yuan Ji's mouth relayed it, it seemed that these things were like child's play, not so important, he raised his hand and twisted Yuan Ji's hair: "If you keep blocking me, I will be too late."

Yuan Ji stood up, made way, pushed Qiao Weixian out of the door, and whispered in his ear, "Be careful, my good husband! Come back tonight and have fish soup..."

Qiao Weixian turned her head and almost twisted her neck: "What did you say?"

Yuan Ji laughed out loud, and sent him out the door without calling again.

The furniture had to be moved closer to the west mountain, so it was considered tidy.Yuan Ji was so tired that he went back to the kitchen to take a look, and told the steward to call him as soon as the soup was ready.After finishing talking, hugging Xiao Qiao—the cat has now grown into two big cats, like a soft and flat spindle: "Go, let's rest for a while!"

The cat had no objection, and lay on Yuan Jifei's body, lying beside him, with its head down.Yuan Ji closed his eyes and touched Xiao Qiao's tail: the cat is fat with a thin tail, not like the long-haired cat before.

Long-haired cat, how far along is that?At that time, he was still living in Tongren Alley, and he looked at Qiao Weixian from a distance, the window on the second floor, a white shadow, until now, it is really like a dream, fate will... He remembered the three words he shouted, and endured I couldn't help pinching Xiao Qiao's tail.

Xiao Qiao flew a paw at his face, patting him firmly.

Qiao Weixian came home and smelled the aroma of fish soup.He took off his coat from the manager's hand: "Where's Yuan Ji?"

The steward gestured: "It's upstairs. If the master is looking for him, just call him down! Another stick of incense, the soup will be ready."

Laziness at sunset.Qiao Weixian stopped in front of the bed, beside the bed were some newly added furniture, the wood paint was dull and moist.Yuan Ji was accompanied by a cat under his armpit, and was sleeping sprawled on the bed at the moment.He is really young, as soon as the sun shines, it heats him up, and the more he sleeps, the redder his face becomes.

Qiao Weixian looked at it for a long time, and suddenly his heart tightened slowly:

This is his family.He has another family.

He leaned over, patted Xiao Qiao's butt, and moved it to the other side, as if he felt sleepy suddenly, and wanted to lie down on the bed.As for the order of the housekeeper, it is beyond the sky.

He curled up, pillowing Yuanji's arm.Looking up at Yuan Ji, the bridge of his nose was still the same.He didn't see enough, and touched Yuan Ji's nose and chin with his fingers. In the sunset, his thoughts seemed to be trickling, soaking the past events into softness, but only his emotions were tenacious and he walked against the current.

His voice was low, he was smiling, but he didn't expect to tell anyone:

"...if I could walk with my legs, how good would it be?

"When I was young, my legs and feet were fast. I must pull you, stand with you, and take you around to look around.

"You're so nice, if one day you get bored of me, I can still follow up and ask, why don't you want me?..."

In the tranquility filled with a touch of sadness, he only knew what he liked, and he should be sincere and fearful.Facing the unconscious Yuan Ji, his chest was throbbing, and he murmured something that he had never had the nerve to say before.

The cat was on the side and let out a long cry.

Yuan Ji turned around and hugged him tightly.