It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

The morning light was bright and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. Mo Wuming stood leaning against the pillars of the flower hall, looked at the motionless Dongfang opposite, and raised his eyebrows: "Nothing to do today?" Why did he run away before finishing his meal.

"Ah."

"Then, you and I go..."

Dongfang shook his head, stood up, turned and walked back to the room, he was more willing to practice his painting skills.

The door squeaked shut, Mo Wuming closed his half-open mouth, and he didn't take it back even though his sight was cut off.After a while, his tongue flicked across his upper and lower teeth, his lips were squeezed and then closed, he folded his arms and smiled lightly, "Then I'm fine."

Putting down his right leg, he was about to step into the room, but Steward Li's gentle voice sounded from the side: "Master, Mr. Liu sent someone to ask you when you are free today, so that he can send a message to President Qiao."

Mo Wuming stopped and frowned. As mentioned yesterday, Liu Zhiyao hadn't visited the new president yet, tsk.He looked at the door, turned his head and replied: "Shen Zheng, Qingfeng Teahouse."

"By the way, Li Butler, go to the West Market to buy some peony cakes, um~ and fragrant melon seeds and tiger candy. See if there are any delicious snacks and buy some."

"...Okay." Steward Li took the ten taels of silver, and watched his host stepping into the house in twos and twos. He looked quietly at the closed door, put the silver in his arms, and then walked back to the front yard.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing again, Dongfang didn't raise his eyes until the man rubbed his shoulder to reach the stack of documents on the desk, then he put down his pen, picked up the stack of things and moved it to Mo Wuming's hand.

"Thank you, Brother Fang." Mo Wuming grinned and glared at Bai Cencen's eight teeth, holding the stack of things, signaling the other party to continue, and he would not disturb.

He did not bother, sitting on the couch, flipping through the documents, looking up at the man's sideways face from time to time, leaning on his chin and unconsciously fascinated.Brother Fang's posture of drawing and painting has a sharp and sharp aura, with a solemn face, focused brows, and a fast writing speed.

Serious men are the most handsome, this statement does not deceive me.

"Boss?" There was a knock on the door, and Butler Li's soft, tentative call came into the room.

Mo Wuming looked at the person who was still the same, put down the account book, and quickly and quietly left the room.He took the big and small bags of food from Butler Li, thought about it, selected several kinds, unpacked the paper bags, served them on delicate plates, and brought them into the main room again.

Approaching the desk, he saw that Dongfang was putting down his pen, and he saw three peony flowers of different shapes and colors spread on the rice paper.

"I didn't expect Brother Fang to be able to draw." Mo Wuming put the plate on the table, twisted a piece of gold silk nest candy and handed it over.

"Well." Painting can exercise his thinking, eyesight and precise control. As long as he has the opportunity and conditions, he will learn poetry, books, music and etiquette.

Seeing that the other party was only looking sideways at him, Mo Wuming shook the candy in his hand and signaled: "Try it, it's delicious, only the Xishi family sells this kind of candy."

If possible, he would like to feed it directly. Looking at Brother Fang's calm eyes, he felt a little regretful.The four fingers touch each other, in such a warm and warm weather, the man's fingertips are cool and cool, unlike his own, which is dry and hot.

Dongfang put the yellow-orange sugar into his mouth slowly, and the milky sweetness melted on the tip of his tongue. This feeling was really strange. His brows and eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold and hard face seemed to soften a little.

Seeing that people like it, Mo Wuming smiled and pushed the other snacks of Tanggua nuts over there, "Try these too."

"Brother Fang has any brothers or sisters?"

"...No," he lowered his eyes for a moment, and took the peeled pistachios handed over by Mo Wuming, "Both parents are gone, and I am alone."

Mo Wuming paused, observed Brother Fang's expression, and explained softly: "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend, I never thought Brother Fang would be like me."

The corners of Dongfang's mouth curled up, indicating that it's okay, but he didn't smile at all. His parents passed away for many years, but he was actually used to it.

The atmosphere was stagnant, Mo Wuming blinked, and quickly changed the topic: "I built a unique Zhuangzi, with mountains and rivers, flowers and fruits. The house is different from other places. Welcome Brother Fang to live here."

The more he talked, the more feasible he felt. Mo Wuming looked at Dongfang expectantly. They were all alone. It would be great to celebrate the New Year together, and he was even more enthusiastic about promoting himself and the manor.

Surprised by Mo Wuming's sudden enthusiasm, Dongfang looked at this person in surprise, did not respond, and looked at him deeply.Finally tired of being worn out, he nodded perfunctorily.

Leisure time is fleeting, Mo Wuming dismissed Butler Li who was inquiring about lunch, and rolled up his sleeves to busy himself in the small kitchen.

Dongfang lay back on the rattan chair moved into the flower hall, looking at Miscellaneous Notes, Mo Wuming said that people should bask in the sun more and enjoy the natural wind, he was noncommittal.He reached out to pick up the cup of tea on the table, took a sip of tea, and raised his eyes to see the man in the floral apron.

The gentle wind blows over the fingertips, and the white fingers turn the pages of the book casually. He watched the man wash his hands and remove the fish scales skillfully. Something got into his chest, thread by thread. He searched carefully but found no trace. , only the ventricle was densely swollen and eagerly bulging.

The two of them had dinner in the flower hall, and Mo Wuming took the initiative to mention his afternoon arrangements, and asked worriedly: "I will arrange for Aunt Li to cook dinner for you at that time. Aunt Li is good at cooking, and I will mention the taste and explain it to you." Her. If you go out, remember to come back for dinner on time. "

Knowing that the other party was unwilling to go with him, he still tried to persuade him: "Why don't you go to Qingfeng Teahouse with me? The tea cakes there are excellent, and there is a new play today. I will arrange one for you alone. Wing room, don't bother with other people."

Seeing that this person was still indifferent, he had no choice but to give up: "I'll try to come back as soon as possible to cook for you. You have a bad stomach, so I'm a little worried."

Dongfang opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."Mo Wuming treated him really well and meticulously, even more so than Big Brother Tong.He tilted his head and looked at him. This man was pure and kind, and treated others with sincerity. In the beginning, in that small village, he stayed overnight at midnight. This man was obviously afraid and wary of him, but he still took good care of him.His wife must be very happy, I don't know which woman is so lucky.

It suddenly occurred to him that he had never heard him mention his wife and children at home. The last time he parted, this man was discussing relatives. Presumably the child would run away, and he would never have another child.Dongfang suppressed the waves in his eyes and lost interest in chatting.

The private room on the second floor of Qingfeng Tea House.

Mo Wuming introduced Liu Zhiyao to Chairman Qiao and other close members of the Chamber of Commerce, and then did not say much. After all, after he left, these friendships and conversations were all on his own.

President Qiao likes tea and understands tea, not many people come here, they are all close and familiar people, and there is a lot less restraint.Everyone sipped tea carefully, chatted slowly, and occasionally exchanged some court order information, and the atmosphere was just right.

Downstairs on the high platform, the newly sought-after Danjiao was babbling and singing. Mo Wuming looked straight at Xiaodan, but his mind was not there.Brother Fang must be eating at home at this time, alone, and he doesn't know if the food Aunt Li cooks suits that person's appetite.

Regardless of the fact that Brother Fang didn't make any requests on weekdays, he is actually a very picky person. He doesn't make requests, but he will directly throw away things that make him dissatisfied, such as dishes he doesn't like.Brother Fang has a cat-like temper, a cat-like stomach, and is a very picky eater.

"Brother Mo, what are you laughing at, what's wrong with this play?"

President Qiao sighed when he heard it, turned his head and saw Mo Wuming laughing silently with the corners of his mouth upturned, he was very puzzled, this was clearly singing Taiwei She's three times to persuade the emperor not to do it, there was sadness and indignation on and off the stage , Sigh, there is no one who smiles so affectionately, and it is not Du Shiniang and the scholar who are having a tryst under the tree.

Mo Wuming came back to his senses, and bowed with a smile: "Master Qiao thought of something else when he laughed."

Next, the opera had a new twist, Tsing Yi's vocals were excellent, cheers erupted from the audience, President Qiao didn't ask any further questions, everyone was fascinated by it.

After the song ended, Mo Wuming found an excuse to leave first, leaving Liu Zhiyao to take good care of everyone.His acceptance of opera is average, and now he wants to go home and have a drink with Brother Fang. Liu Zhiyao brought new peach blossom wine, and he brought it back for Brother Fang to taste.

Not long after Mo Wuming left for an appointment, Dongfang heard commotions outside, opened the door, and Jialiu came in, clasped his fists and replied: "Master, Xiaoqi is back, and the medicinal materials are ready, the horse is ready, when will you go to the hall?" ?”

Fengyingtang Medicine House is not far from Luoyang City, it is considered Jiaqi’s territory, Xiaya has been patrolling for more than a month, he still needs to return to Islam as soon as possible, it is still early, "Now, let's go."

The two stepped over the courtyard wall and landed in the alleyway, Jialiu led the master to the direction where the horses were stored.

Dongfang stood still, looked back at the corner door of the house, and said suddenly: "You wait for me first." Before Jialiu could react, the corner of his clothes had disappeared on the wall.

Pushing open the door again, he walked to the desk, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, a drop of thick ink fell from the tip of the pen that was full of ink, Dongfang calmed down, bowed his head and left a message "Goodbye", then took out two ingots of gold and pressed them on the rice paper.

The door was closed again, a gust of wind blew up, Dongfang re-entered the main room, and took the two ingots of gold again.

Seeing the master coming out, Jialiu hurriedly took two steps forward. Dongfang ignored his doubts and walked straight out of the alley, "Let's go."

Not long after, the two of them galloped on the road in the south of Luoyang City.

Mo Wuming entered the courtyard through the corner gate with the wine in his hand. The courtyard was quiet, and the wind chimes kept ringing. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt something was wrong.

"Brother Fang, Brother Fang?"

After searching around but not seeing anyone, Mo Wuming sat calmly on the big bed with deep eyes.The sun is stubbornly guarding the last corner of the earth, and has been refusing to leave for a long time. The corner of the dark inner room has melted into the darkness, and the eyes are not bright, and the darkness is getting darker.

After a long time, he got up with a sullen face and tidied up the room. He would not give up his room and his bed easily again.