Glued up by my father's nemesis

It's winter in the blink of an eye.

After the release of the imperial list, there was a brief period of carnival, but it quickly returned to calm; after all, no matter whether it was the second place in the list or the new scholar, it had nothing to do with anyone in this town.

People need a head off to celebrate the catharsis, but also have to go back to their own lives soon.

Qi Jingsi is no exception.

After the beginning of winter, the water supply has entered a dry season, and the newly harvested grain has almost been transported. The effort on the pier is gradually decreasing, and today it was finally stopped by an intermittent freezing rain.

The weather was not very good when he went out in the morning, but Qi Jingsi didn't have the habit of bringing an umbrella, so the oil-paper umbrella Lin Yu prepared for him still fell by the door.

This drizzling rain has been going on all day. Although it is not heavy, but in this season of just beginning of winter, the rain is wrapped in cold air and penetrates directly into the bones of people. Even in the busiest market, there are very few pedestrians. .

Qi Jingsi walked aimlessly in the rain, not knowing where to go.

After coming back this time, he has not allowed Lin Yu to go out to set up a stall to sell calligraphy and paintings, or to read letters to people, but Lin Yu still stays busy in front of the desk in the room; Time to put away busy things.

Looking at the winter, the New Year is approaching again, and after the Spring Festival, the academy will start a new season of classes.

Qi Jingsi didn't know what his little uncle was busy with, but he was always afraid that Lin Yu was planning to send him to study again, so he didn't dare to go home too early and face Lin Yu.

With Lin Yu's current physical condition, he didn't dare to confront Lin Yu directly, he was always afraid of showing his anger, but he really didn't know how to persuade his little uncle; he was always afraid that Lin Yu would blame himself and felt that he would not go Reading was dragged down by Lin Yu's body.

Unknowingly, he walked back to the old wall where the Huangbang was made a month ago.

The bright yellow notice has been removed, and only the fragments of paper that were not torn clean remain on the old mottled wall, all of which have been soaked by the rain.

The glory of the champion of the new division is all in Beijing, and will not continue to a small Pei County in the south of the Yangtze River.

Qi Jingsi turned his head and left, and within a few steps, a voice suddenly came from the deserted street, right behind him, in the direction of the old wall.

"The Qi family? What are you looking for from the Qi family?"

The voice had a strong local Peixian accent, probably a rough man in the market, with a loud voice.

"Young master, don't you look like a local? The Qi family has not lived here for more than ten or twenty years; the surname 'Lin' who lives in his ancestral house now has a Qi family's oil bottle. Lie."

"Who are you looking for?"

To Qi Jingsi, the title of "oil bottle" is considered very polite, he was about to turn around to see where he found the "Chou Jia", but was immediately startled by the next slightly trembling voice.

"Yes! Uncle, I'm looking for the young master of the Qi family. Does he still live here?"

this voice...

Qi Jingsi raised his head and looked at the drizzle falling in the air, as if he had returned to the back alley of Yulin Academy that day, and the next moment, there would be an oiled paper umbrella slowly covering his head.

"Is there someone else looking for him? Didn't someone in your family get beaten by him?" The uncle's voice seemed a little surprised, "I think you have thin arms and legs, so let's forget about you, the kid from the Qi family is not easy to mess with." !"

"If you want to seek justice, you may have to be beaten out..."

"I listened to my uncle's advice, if you suffer a loss, just hide from him and go away; if you don't recruit him, he usually doesn't cause trouble, but he has a bad temper, like a bomb/powder barrel, and he will catch fire at any moment. "

"No, sir." The voice of the person who asked the question was much softer, "He is mine..."

"friend."

During the rainstorm that day, Yan Fei once said to Qi Jingsi——

"I thought, we at least..."

"is a friend."

Qi Jingsi turned her head suddenly, and finally saw the familiar green shirt standing in front of the old wall, only a jacket was added in the cold rain of early winter, and the knuckles of the hand holding the umbrella were red.

No wonder even his voice was trembling.

An oil umbrella covered the face of the young man in green clothes, Qi Jingsi couldn't see anyone, only saw the oil paper umbrella propped up neatly over his head which looked familiar and worn out, the edge of the umbrella had several cracks, and the surface of the umbrella was still patched.

"It's just that kid from his family, with that bad temper, and he still has friends?" The uncle at the side obviously couldn't believe it. "Then if you don't believe in evil, you can go. It just happened to be back two months ago."

"Go straight along this avenue..."

As the uncle said, he turned around and pointed the way, and when he turned his head, he saw the Overlord he was talking about just now standing in the middle of the road, and his voice fell silent instantly.

"This..." He tremblingly pointed to Qi Jingsi not far away, "The person you are looking for..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked into Qi Jingsi's eyes, and slipped away.

"Hey—my lord—"

The person who asked the question just now was confused by the situation in front of him, didn't know why, he raised his hand to call him back, followed the direction the uncle left, and saw Qi Jingsi stuck in the rain like a log by the edge of the umbrella.

"Jing..." He tilted the handle of the umbrella back, and Qi Jingsi's cold face appeared in front of his eyes; suppressing the trembling in his throat, he nodded seriously, "Mr. Qi."

"This is not Beijing, where did you come from?" Qi Jingsi's voice was as cold as the early winter rain, but the tremor at the end couldn't be covered, "What are you doing in Pei County?"

"...Business." The visitor lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Qi Jingsi nodded upon hearing this.

He didn't understand the political affairs and official system of the imperial court, but since Yan Fei had already won the first prize in the Qiuwei Examination, it was quite normal for him to become an official.

"Then Master Yan is busy."

He said that he had turned his head to leave, but he couldn't take a big step, as if he was still waiting for the oil-paper umbrella to slowly cover his head like it was in the back alley of Yulin Academy.

"It's not raining heavily, but the sky is cold." Finally, Yan Fei slowly raised the paper umbrella over Qi Jingsi's head, "I'll take you home and leave, you..."

"Don't hide from me."

His gentle voice was soaked in the cold rain of early winter, which made people sound inexplicably sad.

Qi Jingsi looked at the haze in Yan Fei's eyes, and also at the way he was struggling to hold up the paper umbrella in his hand, exactly the same as that day in the back alley of Yulin Academy, he looked at Yan Fei's half body exposed in the rain.

He didn't speak, just took the somewhat broken paper umbrella in Yan Fei's hand, and saw the glaring "Qi" on the handle——

It was the one he left behind before he left.

"I haven't seen you for a few months. Is He Yi Tower going to close?" He said angrily, "You should wrong Young Master Yan to use such a broken umbrella."

"Obviously you—"

That day it was obviously Qi Jingsi who threw the umbrella in the rain and knocked it over on the muddy ground, but now the villain is the first to file a complaint, so it's unreasonable.

Yan Fei was not angry, and did not continue to defend himself. He followed Qi Jingsi, and even smiled softly, "I made it up. Yulin Academy has been with me every day for several months, but I can't find it." This opportunity will pay you back with my own hands."

The author has something to say: Today there was a power outage at home, here is an update from the Manuscript Boxer.

I used to be worried that this kind of warm daily rhythm was too slow, and I was afraid that everyone would not like it, but there seems to be a cutie in the comment area who said he would like to watch it...

emmm...I'm very conflicted...Should I speed up the pace of the plot or stay warm for a while