Touch the cold

Qin Yi withdrew his fingertips, which were stained with a little soup from the corner of Mo Zijin's mouth.Qin Yi put the fingertips in his mouth and sucked it lightly, holding the bowl in the other hand, looking sideways, smiling to himself.

Mo Zijin looked at Qin Yi's actions very strangely. He had never seen such an expression on Qin Yi's face after being together for more than a month. Qin Yi's eyes.

Qin Yi was in a trance, and inadvertently caught Mo Zijin's gaze, and then realized his abnormality, turned his head slightly to put away the smile on his face, put the soup bowl back on the table, and was about to explain something, when he saw a The servant knocked on the door and entered, and said to Qin Yi, "Master, shopkeeper Wu is here."

After finishing speaking, Mo Zijin could clearly see that the brilliant spring in Qin Yi's eyes just now was only a few dead branches and willows in the blink of an eye.

Qin Yi nodded with a bitter face, and motioned for the boy to call Wu Xun in.

Mo Zijin didn't know who the shopkeeper Wu was, and he was afraid that he would be an eyesore here, so he got up and was about to say goodbye, but Qin Yi lightly pressed his shoulder and motioned him to sit back.

"Young Master Qin, I..." Mo Zijin was about to explain, when he saw a man with the appearance of a doctor holding a medicine bowl, stepping into the door without raising his head, and then put the medicine bowl on the table in front of Qin Yi, He lowered his head and waited, at most raised his face slightly, and said to Qin Yi: "Young Master Qin, drink while it's hot."

Qin Yi frowned, really afraid that such a stubborn ass like Wu Xun would not be able to drag him away, so he nodded and poured down the bowl of medicine, and then pushed the empty bowl to Wu Xun to see.

Mo Zijin stared at these two people, with questions in his heart one after another, until Wu Xun left before carefully probing Qin Yi: "What is the crux of Mr. Qin?"

Qin Yi leaned on his head with his hands, and rubbed his temples fiercely. Wu Xun's medicine was so bitter that it made him dizzy. He didn't even pay attention to what Mo Zijin was saying to him, until a trace of sweetness came from the tip of his nose. Come on, stabilize his thoughts.

Qin Yi looked up and saw Mo Zijin standing in front of him, holding the bowl of sweet soup in his hand, scooping up a spoonful of soup and handing it to his mouth just like he did just now, and asked with a slight frown: "The medicine is very good Is it bitter?"

Qin Yi forced a smile, drank the spoonful of sweet soup that Mo Zijin handed over, and the sweet and bitter tastes collided and bit each other in his mouth, that feeling suddenly fascinated Qin Yi.

Seeing the unbearable expression on Qin Yi's face receded, Mo Zijin felt relieved, helped Qin Yi put away the empty bowl on the table, and sat back in the same place, just looking at Qin Yi's face from time to time. face.

Qin Yi naturally saw his thoughts, twisted a piece of paper and wrote: "According to the shopkeeper Wu, this medicine is for ear diseases, but I have been drinking it for a long time, and I have not seen any effect of this medicine."

Mo Zijin was even more puzzled, and asked, "Then why doesn't Mr. Qin change to another doctor?"

"Because..." Qin Yi's pen stopped, and it seemed that he had made a lot of determination before continuing to write: "My ear was deafened by his blind medicine. He feels ashamed, so he will naturally try his best to help me. For medical treatment, if you switch to another family and put on a doctor who doesn't care, wouldn't the effect be even less guaranteed?"

Mo Zijin was stunned for a moment when he saw this. He didn't expect that there was such a grievance between Qin Yi and the shopkeeper Wu who looked very honest. He hesitated and just wanted to ask him the cause of the grievance, but saw Qin Yi on the paper. Then wrote a sentence: "Also, you can call me Qin Yi from now on."

"Young Master Qin, I'm afraid this is inappropriate." Mo Zijin shook his head and said when he saw this.

Qin Yi squinted at him, and then wrote: "Otherwise, you will never set foot in the Qin Mansion again."

Mo Zijin was choked by these words, and stayed for a while before calling out hoarsely: "Qin Yi."

Although Qin Yi couldn't hear the voice, he could tell that Mo Zijin was calling his name, so his eyes lit up, and he nodded to Mo Zijin with satisfaction.

However, Mo Zijin's heart was itchy because of what he said, and he always felt that there was some intimacy and ambiguity between himself and Qin Yi, which made him feel uncomfortable, and made him unconsciously Frowning slightly, he turned his face to the other side.

Qin Yi pretended not to see this change in Mo Zijin, and wrote in a normal tone: "Let's have some here tonight, what do you want to eat, I'll ask the cook to make it for you."

Mo Zijin turned his head and looked outside the door, and saw that the sky was getting darker. It turned out that it was almost time to light the lights. Mo Zijin felt that he shouldn't stay in Qin's house so late, so he turned around and said: " Don't bother, Qin...Yi, I should leave at this late hour."

Qin Yi squinted at him again, and wrote: "No trouble, I will eat if you don't want to eat. Is there someone in your family waiting for you to go back to eat?"

"That's not true." Mo Zijin paused, knowing that Qin Yi really wanted to keep him, and it was hard to shirk, nodded and said: "I just want to stay."

Qin Yi curled up his lips and nodded with a smile, wrote some names of dishes on the paper, gave them to the boy to cook, and lit a few candles in the house, the pale yellow light made the house warm and harmonious Yes, even though it was snowing outside the door again, there was no trace of cold inside the house.

But this year's winter seems to be extraordinarily long.

The chefs in Qin's mansion are very skilled. They cook a few side dishes light and delicious, especially the steamed mandarin fish. It is hard to catch mandarin fish at this time of year, but this one is fat, tender and delicious, and the soup is just right. It can be seen that he worked hard, Mo Zijin admired a few words, and Qin Yi kept putting the tender meat from the belly of the mandarin fish into his bowl, which made Mo Zijin feel a little embarrassed.

"Qin Yi." Mo Zijin took a sip of the warm wine in the glass, calling and shouting, getting used to the name Qin Yi, Qin Yi put down his chopsticks, looked at Mo Zijin and signaled him to continue.

"Apart from these servants, you are the only one in the Qin family?" Mo Zijin asked this sentence through a little alcohol, not to mention the capital city, even the big merchants in the whole world are prosperous and prosperous Well, it was the first time Mo Zijin saw someone as deserted as the Qin family.

Qin Yi nodded, with a calm face, saying that it was the Qin family, but in fact he was the only one whose surname was Qin.

Mo Zijin lowered his eyes, nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions, but Qin Yi became interested. It was rare for someone to ask him, so he felt a little uncomfortable, so he immediately took a pen and paper, and asked someone to take it away. The leftovers on the table were cold, and with his face reddened by the alcohol, he wrote down a paragraph of the past for Mo Zijin to read.