Glued up by my father's nemesis

Qi Jingsi was disheveled and still smelled of alcohol, leaning crookedly against the door frame, tilting her head to look at the window, looking at the few flakes of snow falling outside the window.

Brows and eyes are stern.

The winter in Pei County is as gentle as Lin Yu's. He has never seen such heavy snow.

After looking at it for a while, he replied unhurriedly: "Master Qi didn't sleep either?"

"Qi Jingsi!" Qi Tongfu suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and said sharply: "You have been in Beijing for more than a month, and you haven't figured out where the gate of the academy is, but you've already got tired of playing with the willow alley in the lower street of Beicheng Today, I actually became interested and went to Nanfeng Hall to look at the young man!"

Qi Jingsi thought carefully, since he entered the door, he was taken straight to the study and brought to Qi Tongfu, even if his coachman and boy wanted to file a complaint, I'm afraid it would be too late.

He understood that Qi Tongfu must have been sending people to follow him for being able to find out his whereabouts so quickly.

"Yeah." He nodded casually, but his eyes were full of disgust.

"You hang out with those well-known dandies in Beijing all day long. I can pretend that I can't see you when you fight cocks and dogs, and carry birds in cages. Even if you spend your days drinking and drinking, I can turn a blind eye , but today—”

Qi Tongfu was so angry that he trembled all over, he patted the armrest of the armchair heavily and got up.

"Is the Nanfeng Pavilion a place where serious scholars should go? It's all right for you to be shameless, but if this news gets out, how do you want everyone in the Qi family to behave!"

"Oh, Mr. Qi, don't misunderstand me. When did I become a serious scholar?" Qi Jingsi still leaned against the door frame and smiled, "But this last sentence is the truth. To put it bluntly, it is just for fear that I will spoil your father-in-law's family." , as the face of the prince and Taifu."

"You!" Qi Tongfu was so angry that he stopped for a moment, he walked around the desk and approached Qi Jingsi step by step, and said in a low voice, "I really don't know what Lin Yu has taught you in the past ten years."

"Why do you mention little uncle!" Qi Jingsi put away his cynical demeanor and stood up straight, his eyes suddenly turned cold. Whose blood is it?"

"Even if I broke my sleeve today, I didn't inherit it from him, Lin Yu!"

There was a stove burning in the study, and the charcoal fire made a few soft "squeaky" sounds, and the flames also jumped up by two points, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't warm the cold father and son in the study.

"Ugh--"

Qi Tongfu turned his back, and after a long time, he raised his head and let out a long sigh, "It's been so long, and you refused to call me father no matter what, but at this time, I remembered that my blood is flowing in your body."

"Since Mr. Qi is not used to seeing me, he sent me back to Pei County earlier, so don't bother to dream about your son becoming a dragon." Qi Jingsi leaned back to the door again, and said indifferently, "Loach, you should die In the mud."

*****

I don't know if it's because the new year is approaching, or because Qi Jingsi was taken aback by Qi Jingsi's surly temper last time, until a few years ago, the group of dandies in Beijing city never went out to hang out together again.

This day Qi Jingsi slept until the sun was high before opening his eyes, seeing the new clothes prepared by his servants ironed and hung on the wooden rack in the room, he knew that the New Year's Eve had come.

He changed his robes, put on a big cloak, opened the door and saw that the courtyard was already decorated with lanterns and festoons, full of the flavor of the New Year.

Walking towards the front yard step by step, he watched the people in the yard so busy that they didn't touch the ground, they all bowed and saluted when they hurried past him, and trotted immediately after he walked away.

Wen Gongliang was standing in the porch with the stove in his arms, his head pulled into a ponytail, and he was dressed in a purple brocade gown with round neck and dark flowers embroidered with a little powder and daisy. He was dignified and elegant.

When she saw Qi Jingsi walking towards her, although she felt a little embarrassed, she still held on to the grace and demeanor that a lady should have, and whispered: "Jingsi."

"Mrs. Qi." Qi Jingsi bowed slightly, and returned a junior salute.

Although he hated Qi Tongfu, he didn't dislike Wen Gongliang, his nominal stepmother, and even showed some sympathy; such a gentle and virtuous woman who was knowledgeable about books and etiquette married Qi Tongfu, after all, it was a lifetime of mistakes.

"Today is New Year's Eve..." Although Wen Gongliang is an elder, Qi Jingsi has always been respectful to her, but she always carefully chooses her words when facing this child.

She wanted to persuade Qi Jingsi not to go out again on New Year's Eve, but when the words came to her lips, she still turned into a sentence——

"I'll order my servants to prepare a car for you."

"No need."

Although he didn't hate it, but Qi Jingsi thought he didn't have any friendship with Wen Gongliang, so he straightened up, turned his head and walked out the door, "It's sunny today, I'll just walk."

"Morning..." Wen Gongliang chased after two steps in small steps, just about to stretch out his hand to call Qi Jingsi, but felt that this gesture was too intimate, so he withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and said softly: "Come back early, Tuannian."

Qi Jingsi had already stepped over the threshold, and there was a wooden ladder beside him, he looked up and saw a servant from the mansion standing on the ladder, scrambling to put up banners for the Spring Festival couplets to welcome the new year.

"Master, please greet me!"

Several servants around him hurriedly stopped their work and bowed to Qi Jingsi.

Qi Jingsi didn't say anything, just looked up at the person with the banner on the ladder.

Qi's family is a big family, building ladders and beams must be indispensable, but all this is glaring in Qi Jingsi's eyes.

In Pei County, as far back as I can remember, every year on New Year's Eve, Lin Yu would write the Spring Festival couplets by himself, and then Qi Jingsi would paste them.

When he was a child, he would ride on Lin Yu's neck and stick banners crookedly.

Lin Yu laughed at him, so he also grinned foolishly with Lin Yu. At that time, Lin Yu would always use his fingers to dip some of the paste he made from rice, and dab it on the tip of his nose to amuse him.

Later, he grew up slowly, and his height grew rapidly. Over the years, the top of Lin Yu's head had only reached his shoulders.

But Lin Yu still writes a pair of Spring Festival couplets on the red paper every year, and pastes the Spring Festival couplets together with him.

He stood under the eaves of the door, and Lin Yu stood outside the door and watched, with a smile on his lips and tenderness in his eyes, reminding him: "The right side is higher, and the left side is lower."

Qi Jingsi withdrew her eyes, waved her hands to the servants, and walked alone into the cold wind of Beijing.

"Yes, yes, yes! A little further to the right!"

He couldn't help but stop when there were a few voices from Xiao Si behind him.

I don't know if Lin Yu will buy a roll of red paper and write a pair of Spring Festival couplets by himself this year.

The edge of the gate of the courtyard is so high, I don't know how Lin Yu should stick this year's banner on it.

On days like New Year's Eve, even the group of dudes who hang out with him every day on weekdays obediently stay in his mansion and pretend to be filial sons and grandsons, but Qi Jingsi is more reluctant than ever to return to Qi's mansion.

He just walked aimlessly on the snow mixed with mud under his feet.

All the teahouses and restaurants on the street were closed, so he could only order a bowl of wontons from the scattered stalls beside the road.

The owner of the shop was an old man over half a century old. He hung his body and dusted the table and chairs with a rag, and cheerfully called Qi Jingsi to sit down, "It's New Year's Eve today, young master, won't you come for a bowl of dumplings?"

Qi Jingsi didn't want to eat dumplings.

He didn't want to recall every New Year's Eve in the past, he and Lin Yu, two big men, made dumplings like a war, and the ground was sprinkled with white flour, like fresh snow falling into the window.

The flour is in the air, and the smell of the New Year is on the faces of the uncle and nephew.

And now he is walking alone in Beijing's harsh winter, he always feels that he has no connection to the sky, no ground from the ground, and without a home, the bowl of dumplings on New Year's Eve will also spoil the taste——

It doesn't matter if you don't eat it.

"No." He reluctantly smiled at the kind old man.

"Come on—" the old man put the rag back on his shoulders, walked to the coal stove beside the stall, lifted the lid of the pot, and put the wontons into the pot.

The dense mist immediately dazzled Qi Jingsi's eyes.

When the old man served the wontons, there was no one around the stall, and the sparse setting sun fell on the dilapidated stall.

He simply sat down on the bench next to Qi Jingsi, took two puffs of tobacco, and looked at the young man beside him through the two wisps of smoke.

Qi Jingsi was dressed in a brocade robe and had nothing else on her body, neither like a poor homeless person nor like a traveler on his way home.

"Why doesn't young master go home for the New Year?" the old man asked.

"It's too far away." Qi Jingsi looked at the few emerald green scallions floating in the bowl, picked up the bowl and drank two mouthfuls of hot soup, but didn't feel any warmth, "I can't go back."

"That's right, you don't have a Beijing accent. It sounds like you're from the south." The old man raised his feet, crushed the tobacco on the soles of his shoes, got up to pack it up, and muttered to himself: "My family My kid won't be able to come back this year either! But the old lady made dumplings at home, so this year, I will have to live..."

This year, always have to pass.

Qi Jingsi walked back to Qi's mansion following the sound of firecrackers all over the street.

Maybe it was because of the Chinese New Year, maybe it was because Wen Gongliang was by his side, Qi Tongfu didn't make things difficult for him, no matter how sad this year was, it was over.

Just after the fifth day, Yulin Academy's post was sent to each house, saying that each student had to submit an essay before entering school, so that the master could find out the background of each student.

When Qi Jingsi got the news, he was in the brothel with Faberhan, he was still listening to Liu Xianer's familiar libretto and pipa music, and the Yingying and Yanyan outside the window fell into his eyes, but they always put on new makeup Zhu Lou, deeply locked in the sorrow of the first courtyard of spring.

In this way, it is really time to enter the academy.

The author has something to say: school has started!It's time to officially meet! ! !Just in the next chapter~

Some cuties feel that there is something unreasonable about Gong Dae, but Gong Dae and the little uncle have a big background story, implying the future of the protagonist Gong Shou, and it is also a dilemma that they need to work together to break.

The story has just begun, listen to Ah Yu slowly~

New make-up should go down to Zhulou, deeply locked in the sorrow of the first courtyard of spring.From "He Le Tian Chun Ci/Spring Ci" [Author] Liu Yuxi·Tang