Touch the cold

Later, Mo Zijin spent a whole day in the room thinking about it, but he couldn't figure out whether he should accept what Qin Yi said.

So that night, Mo Zijin sat on the roof beam of the Qin Mansion again with a jug of wine, and was surprised to find that the jug he had turned upside down on the roof last time was still there.

Mo Zijin climbed up to the roof beam and stared at the wine jug for a while, then raised his hand and poked it. As a result, the wine jug, which was originally stable, was shaken by his poking, and it was about to roll down the house when it tilted left and right.Mo Zijin was startled, and rushed over to protect the flagon. The slightly slippery tiles on the roof were stepped on lightly by Mo Zijin, who was in a hurry, until he lay down on the room and hugged the empty flagon.

Holding the jug and letting out a sigh of relief, Mo Zijin stood up gently, carefully put the jug back to its original position, opened the jug full of wine at his waist, and sat on the other side of the beam with his hands in his hands. Put it behind your head, staring blankly at the full moon tonight.

The roof of Qin's house is really a good place to enjoy the moon, there is no shelter around, and the orange lights on the street can be seen from a distance, corresponding to the silver moonlight in the sky, making people feel that this is the most beautiful scene in the world.

At this moment, Qin Yi actually knew that Mo Zijin was sitting on the roof of his house.

Although he couldn't hear the sound, he could sense every little movement in the room. Just now, Mo Zijin was stepping on the tiles on the roof and shaking the candle on Qin Yi's table a few times. He raised his head from the scroll to look at the candlelight, then looked at the beams of his own house, smiled at the thick night outside the door, lowered his head and flipped through the book in his hand again, but he began to be a little absent-minded, flipping through After a few clicks, he threw the book in his hand aside, leaned on the chair and looked at the moon outside the door in a trance.

That night, the two of them watched the same full moon across the roof, but the things they thought about were quite different.

After half of the candles on Qin Yi's table were lit, Mo Zijin yawned and got up from the roof, put the other empty jug in his arms upside down on the roof of Qin's mansion, then turned over and climbed from the roof. Jumped down, and jumped out of the Qin mansion lightly.

The candle on Qin Yi's table shook again.

When Mo Zijin jumped out of the room, he felt dizzy. He didn't drink much, just one pot.But today I also drank a pot, and I felt a little drunk. When I was wondering if there was something wrong with the wine, Mo Zijin looked up and saw the scholar in Tsing Yi at the gate of the Qin Mansion that day, hugging a woman with heavy make-up. I am entangled together.

The scholar's name is Song Boyi, he is Qin Yi's friend, but unlike the son of the Qin family, Song Boyi comes from a humble background, and has failed in the imperial examinations for years, if not for Qin Yi's help, he would have been exposed to the streets long ago.

Song Boyiyuan was also a person who studied hard and was determined to make achievements. It was only later that he was tortured by various things, and then he began to look for flowers and willows to relieve his worries, and he often exhausted himself.And Qin Yi knew about these things, but he didn't try to persuade him. After all, Song Boyi's current appearance had an inseparable relationship with him, so it's better not to say anything.

After Mo Zijin saw Song Boyi, he turned around quietly. He didn't want to smash his love for nothing, but just as he turned around, he heard Song Boyi calling him from behind: "Mr. Mo, stay a step."

Mo Zijin had no choice but to stop, bowed his head and sighed helplessly, then turned around and watched Song Boyi leaving the woman beside him and walking towards him.

"Young master just went to Qin's house?" Song Baoyi asked in a nonchalant manner as soon as he approached, with a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Zijin didn't have a good impression of the person in front of him, he shook his head at him coldly, and turned to leave.

"Hey." Song Boyi turned around and moved his steps, blocking Mo Zijin's path with an inexplicable smile, "Why are you so bored?"

"Master." Mo Zijin frowned, curled his lips and glanced sideways, and said, "The girl is still waiting for you."

Song Boyi smiled a little more disdainfully, glanced at the enchanting woman by the light, and then said to Mo Zijin: "The girl is not necessarily waiting for me, but what Qin Yi is waiting for is indeed you."

Mo Zijin narrowed his eyes in confusion, not knowing what Song Boyi meant by that.

Seeing Mo Zijin's expression, Song Boyi shrugged his shoulders, with a hint of darkness in his eyes, gathered up his half-uncovered clothes, folded his arms and said to him: "Mr. Mo, Qin Yi is a devoted man." Man, take care of yourself." After finishing speaking, he skipped Mo Zijin's side and walked towards the woman who was still there, when the woman's voice of coquettish reproach came, Mo Zijin turned his head and saw Song Boyi was full of faces. She coaxed him with a smile, completely different from the expression just now.

Mo Zijin turned back and walked towards the dark place, not understanding the meaning of Song Boyi's words just now, but vaguely felt that something was holding him, dragging him into a cloud of mist, Mo Zijin shook his head, Dizzy, really drunk.

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On the morning of the second day, the Qin Mansion welcomed a regular visitor, Wu Xun, the shopkeeper of the Wu Family Medical Center, but Qin Yi didn't welcome him very much, because every time Wu Xun came, he had to make some bitter medicine soup for him to drink , making Qin Yi feel a bitter taste in his mouth when he sees his honest face now.

"You don't have to worry so much." Qin Yi wrote on the paper: "I have said many times that I never blamed you."

Wu Xun only glanced at the words on the paper, then poured the medicine soup from the medicine pot into a bowl, and brought the hot bowl to the table in front of Qin Yi, with his head down, not speaking.

Qin Yi knew Wu Xun's stubbornness, he would not leave if he didn't drink this bowl of medicine, so he had to compromise, and poured down the medicine soup with his brows furrowed.

Seeing that Qin Yi drank the medicine, Wu Xun's face became more relaxed. He also knew that he should not stay for a long time, so he saluted and said, "Young Master Qin, take your leave."

Qin Yi's eye circles were red from the bitterness of the medicine, he stood up and followed Wu Xun out of the house, wanting to stay away from the smell of medicine in the house, and sent Wu Xun out of the Qin residence along the way.

Outside the Qin residence, Qin Yi happened to see Mo Zijin, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, stretched out a finger to him and said, "I promised you, only 1000 taels, but I don't live here."

Qin Yi pulled the corners of his lips, and the bitterness on the tip of his tongue subsided a lot in an instant.