Wrong Changhuan

After Man Qiu walked out of Jingyuan, he turned his head to look at Chang Huan behind him, slowed down his pace, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Chang Huan's face was ashen, she stopped, looked at Man Qiu, and murmured, "She doesn't want me anymore..."

Those crystal-clear grape-like eyes were filled with distressing tears.

Man Qiu didn't know how to comfort her, so she said, "My master, you never show mercy when you speak, if you say something, don't take it seriously..."

Chang Huan glanced back at Jingyuan's direction and Ah Cuo's direction, and then reluctantly left under Man Qiu's urging.

On both sides of the long courtyard road, evenly spaced lanterns are dotted, slowly elongating the whole road.

It was time for dinner, and there were very few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, I saw one or two errand boys passing by like a hurry.

Chang Huan suddenly stopped in front of a brand new red lantern, staring at the warm light, fascinated.

The scorching heat is over, and the cold winter is on duty. In the season when there are no moths, Chang Huan feels like a moth to a flame.

Seeing this, Man Qiu also stopped, thinking she was curious about the red lanterns, so she leaned closer and explained, "It's almost Chinese New Year, and new lanterns have been replaced everywhere in the building, adding some festiveness..."

Chang Huan seemed not to have heard Man Qiu's words, and asked softly, "Do you know the story of moths flying into a flame?"

"I don't read much, but I still know how to fly a moth into a flame. If you want me to say, that moth is so stupid...it doesn't stay in the vast world. If it insists on crashing into the fire, isn't it just looking for its own death? !"

A wry smile appeared on Chang Huan's melancholy face, which disappeared instantly, and said, "Moths, they're not really stupid..."

On summer nights when she was young, when a weak moth flew into the house through the wide-open window and circled the candlestick on the desk, she lay curiously aside and witnessed the whole process.

It turned out that this dangerous game was never accomplished overnight.

The little moth kept flying around the candlestick, and when it approached the candle flame again and again, it circled around wittily. In the sultry night, it cast a delicate figure dancing gracefully, leaving behind a beautiful and perfect trail. route.

Then, it is to repeat this dangerous game, this sultry aerial dance.

The temptations again and again are all hard work, dancing and fighting.

Unlike mosquitoes and flies, moths are silent, and the chattering is their only sound.

When the candle was flickering, Chang Huan could smell the burning wings.

That is the smell of death.

Xiaodie, whose wings were damaged and could no longer fly, fell to the side of the candlestick, fluttered a few more times, and then gradually froze.

When Chang Huan saw this, he picked up the moth and put it in his palm, and when he showed it to Yang Yan, he said, Uncle, this moth is so stupid.

Yang Yan rubbed her head with a smile and said, this is its nature, and people are actually the same.

At that time, Chang Huan didn't understand, how could a person be so smart as a stupid moth?

At that time, Chang Huan didn't know if the moth was too cold and missed the warmth so much that he lost his judgment and got too close, or the candlelight suddenly became brighter and wanted to hug the moth?

Is it the candlelight that attracts the moths, or do the moths fall in love with the candlelight first, and when they find it, they are reluctant to stay away?

Now, she understands, it turns out that moths are not stupid, and there is nothing wrong with their nature.

But what is wrong?

She wanted to know, before falling, did the moth ever regret it?

Man Qiu's voice, "Let's go..." interrupted Chang Huan's meditation and fantasy.

Then, all the way silent.

The road ahead seems very long, with no end in sight, and it seems that there is no way forward, no direction.

But after all, there are still candles, illuminating the darkness, waiting for the moths of the coming year.

Chang Huan turned his head and said quietly, "Don't tell my mother about today's Discipline Hall, I don't want her to know and worry..."

"You..." Man Qiu was a little surprised, seeing that the people next to her were waiting for her words, so she said, "Okay, I promise you, I won't say anything."

The guards at the gate of Jinxiu Garden stopped them and did not let them enter the courtyard.Even if Man Qiu revealed his identity and reason, he had to wait for the result of the transmission.

Chang Huan stood for a long time, waited for a long time, and stayed for a long time.

Man Qiu took out a small porcelain pot from her arms and handed it over, saying, "This is a cure for sores, remember to change it tomorrow."

"Thank you..."

Bai Qing came late, and said, "The master and wife have just had dinner and have already rested...Lin Xiaonuan, there is your place in the servant's room in the backyard, come with me..."

"Remember to change the medicine..." Man Qiu gave the last word before leaving.

With gratitude in his eyes, Chang Huan nodded and followed Bai Qing away.

In the servant's room in the backyard, there were whispers and laughter.

It's just that as soon as Bai Qing entered the door, everyone got up and stood aside respectfully with their hands down.

Chang Huan came here once, although it is also a common shop, it is not as well cleaned as the east wing of Jingyuan, and the things are a bit old, although the fire is lit, it is not good charcoal, and a stale smell permeates the house.

After Bai Qing gave an order, she left.

Only then did the house return to its original state, and the two older mothers returned to the fire, picked up the ball of thread on the bench, one stroked the thread, and the other held up both hands to wind it round and round.

She had never seen these two people in the same room.The other little girl sitting at the table drinking water was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Chang Huan looked familiar and the most delicate.

The little maid poured hot water, handed it to Chang Huan, and said enthusiastically, "Drink water..."

Chang Huan took it and sat down at the table.

The little maid asked curiously, "Sister Baiqing said in the morning that you went to work in Jingyuan, why are you back now?"

Chang Huan warmed his hands with a water cup, and hung his head without answering.

Su Ye got closer, looked Chang Huan up and down, and said, "You really entered the Discipline Hall and were beaten with fifty lashes?"

After hearing this, the old woman next to her looked at each other and bit her ears.

Chang Huan looked at Su Ye and said, "My mother, do you know about this?"

Su Ye shook her head and said, "Big Sister Bai Qing said that no one can ask Madam about the master's order, otherwise she will be rewarded with fifty lashes and her tongue will be pulled out."

Chang Huan lowered his head and pondered, yes, even if the entire Mingyue Tower knew about it, if Jing Jiuge wanted to hide someone, he would have his own way.

"My name is Su Ye...Your name is Lin Xiaonuan, right?"

Chang Huan nodded, and said, "Su Ye? Are the servants of Jinxiu Garden named after medicinal materials?" Su Ye, Ye can relieve pain and detoxify, and can calm the breath and induce miscarriage.

The little maid smiled and said proudly, "Only in the front yard, those who work in front of the master have this honor...Our master is very good at medicine and detoxification, so the names of the people in front of us are all named after the name of the medicine..."

Seeing that Chang Huan was thinking, Su Ye thought she didn't believe her, so she approached Chang Huan and said in a low voice, "Do you know, the tendons in one hand and the tendons in both feet of master were cut off by that carefree prodigal son before, and it was she who picked it up herself?" Up..."

Chang Huan raised his eyebrows, looked at Su Ye, and said seriously, "Who did you just say..."

Su Ye glanced at the two old women, seeing that there was nothing unusual, then said in a low voice, "It's the prodigal son, who seems to be called... called Xie... Xie Cunfeng... yes, it's Xie Cunfeng..."

"Who told you that?"

"Keep your voice down..." Su Ye looked at the stove cautiously again, and said, "One time during a festival, Sister Bai Shao was drunk, she said it herself... Afterwards, she gave me two taels of silver , don't let me talk nonsense... I know, Madam is the wife of the prodigal son, so I just remind you, you will work in the yard in the future, be more careful..."

Chang Huan was shocked.

Su Ye warned, "I told you kindly today, please don't let me tell others..."

Chang Huan murmured, "I won't say—" After that, there was a long silence.

That night, because of Ah Cuo and Jing Jiuge's affairs, Chang Huan did not fall asleep, and did not dare to toss and turn.

Except for the rhythmic snoring of the people next to me, there is only the night and the pain in my body.It wasn't until the early morning that he fell asleep in a daze.

When he opened his eyes again, the sky was bright and there was no one in the house.

Chang Huan found out the medicine bottle given by Man Qiu and wiped off the wound on his body.There were criss-crossed red marks, but they were getting better, and they were only slightly painful and itchy.Only the back injury, the dull pain continued, even if he wanted to apply the medicine, he couldn't reach it.

After getting out of bed, washing and dressing, Su Ye entered the door with the bowl and chopsticks.

"Are you awake? You can sleep quite well..." Su Ye put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and said, "However, fortunately, you are injured. Sister Bai Qing said, you don't have to go to the hospital today. The courtyard errand...this is lunch, I've already used it, you can eat it quickly...I have to run errands...Let's go..."

"Su Ye!" Chang Huan called anxiously, "Ma'am, is she okay?"

As soon as Su Ye arrived at the door, she turned her head and said with a smile, "Madam is the master's distinguished guest, so I dare not neglect you, don't worry..." After saying that, she opened the door and lifted the curtain and left.

A bowl of stew, meat and vegetables, and a steamed bun, this is lunch.

Chang Huan didn't feel disgusted, grabbed the steamed bun and ate it.Firstly, she was indeed hungry, and secondly, after thinking about it all night, the objective reality would not allow her to be depressed any longer.

Jing Jiuge, Xie Cunfeng once hurt you, so you want to kill Nuan Nuan?What about the lady?What exactly are you trying to do?

Ah wrong, before you remember, I won't give up on you.Even if you push me away once, there will be a second time, a third time... After all, one day, we will definitely be able to go back to the past.

Spring silkworms do not run out until the silkworms die, and moths flying to the fire have to wait until their wings are really broken and fall, and then it is considered over.

In the main hall of the front yard of Jinxiu Garden, Xie Baitang didn't eat much, so he put away the bowls and chopsticks, and went back to the East Wing to finish the muff that was almost ready.

Jing Jiuge followed, sat down across from the short table, set out tea, handed over a cup, and said, "Have some tea..."

"It will be ready soon, I'll drink it later--" Xie Baitang continued to sew the purple brocade in her hand without raising her head, stitch by stitch, she sewed very carefully.

After everything was finished, Xie Baitang flipped through the white fox muff wrapped in purple on both ends, and then smiled, and said, "I don't know if Xiao Nuan will like it?" He walked over to the table, took a sip of tea, and continued to sew the second one.

"Isn't it already done? How can I do it again?" Jing Jiuge knew that Xie Baitang's embroidery skills had always been bad. In the past, when sewing a purse, he had to prepare double parts of the material, in case one was damaged, and there was still a chance. Again.

"This one is for you..." Xie Baitang said, raised his head slightly, and glanced at the person opposite.

Jing Jiuge froze as he put the teacup into his mouth.

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@罗神@智川 Okay, no more abuse. . .You are crying one by one, I am so scared that I dare not abuse... I am afraid that you will hit me. . .Hahaha.