Da Deyun

On the first day of June, the sky in Shengjing was cloudy.

Thunder and lightning, pouring rain.

The rain was so heavy that it didn't stop all night, and the wind and rain outside made it difficult to distinguish day from night.

The teacher stopped the class and gave the children a day off, which also saved them from tossing back and forth on rainy days and falling down.

The young masters were all resting in their respective yards, and they gathered together, cooking wine and drinking around the small stove, listening to the rain and looking at the flowers, so uncomfortable.

Qin Xiaoxian leaned against the window of Qingxiao Pavilion, looked a little bored, stretched out his right hand out of the window to catch some rainwater to play with, repeated several times, and then put his head on the window sill in boredom.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, wetting his forehead and hair on the temples.

A man in a plain dress came into the yard, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and walked along the bluestone road, melting into his gaze bit by bit.

When he saw the umbrella, there was light in his eyes, and then it dimmed again.

Unmoved, broken rain is fun.

Soon, the door of Qingxiao Pavilion was opened, and there were footsteps on the stairs.

It seemed that he paused at the entrance of the stairs.

"Master." The woman in plain clothes folded her hands on her waist and saluted.

"go out."

He was still lying by the window, letting the rain wet his temples and collar, without even looking back.

"Huh?" She was taken aback for a moment, not knowing if she heard clearly or didn't understand.

The little fellow stood by, looked up at Qin Xiaoxian's as if no one was around, and immediately said: "Master let you out!"

"Not in a hurry!"

No matter what the boy said, Qin Xiaoxian didn't refute, not even a look.I just lay down by the window, catching the raindrops alone through my fingers.

"Master!" She got anxious and knelt down: "Master, I'm a slave..."

"Qing Huan from Yinfeng Building!"

He finally moved, but straightened up unhurriedly, shaking the raindrops in his palm.

Qing Huan finally had some smiles on her uneasy expression, and her eyes seemed to be expecting something; thinking about it is also necessary, a helpless Fengyuelou singing girl, one day someone will redeem her, and stay with such a person Even if her son is a maid, it makes her happy.

He took the handkerchief handed by the boy, and wiped the place where his arm was wet by the rain.

"Pull it down."

He raised his hand, and the handkerchief fell lightly on the table, just like his light tone, with the cold breath of rain; slowly turned and went to the inner room.

"Father-"

She didn't know what she had done wrong.

She had never seen Qin Xiaoxian like this.

She was afraid of being sent back to Yinfeng Tower again.

In my impression, Qin Xiaoxian has always been slightly drunk, and he looked like he had drunk a few times when we met.Occasionally praised her for playing the pipa well, and laughed happily, but never saw him lose his temper.

Not to mention this indifferent and unfamiliar look.

"Master, what did Qing Huan do wrong..."

You say, I will change.

"Father-"

It was useless to cry and shout, the boy dragged her down the stairs with one hand.

The servant standing on the porch holding the salute for Qing Huan was waiting, and when he saw the person coming down, he came forward to meet him.

Qin Xiaoxian's servant did not come here normally, he couldn't let go of his strength, so he let go of his hand and said: "Master Qin drove her down, let's send her away."

The servant in the corridor looked at her and saluted, and said with a smile: "The young master sent it here, saying that it was for Master Qin to be a maid. Keep it for now, and I don't know when Master Qi will see her."

Wherever Qin Xiaoxian goes, the servants who are close to him are always inseparable, especially in the past few months, the other young masters have told him to take good care of him.Naturally, he has been following him for a long time, and the servant also knows that even if he goes back to Yinfenglou, he will let Qing Huan sing a few words. Thinking about it this way, he feels that he is not happy today because of the lack of security.

Minger is happy to listen to her singing.

The servant in the corridor carried the salute and the pipa wrapped in plain cloth to his shoulders, and led Qing Huan to a residence in the backyard.

The rain has lightened a bit, but the wind has cooled down again.

Qin Xiaoxian nestled in the quilt, seeing the light gauze on the bedside scattered on the floor, his eyes were dazed.

Bed nets are usually made of silk, and very few people use light gauze.He used to be like this, but later someone thought that the light gauze looked good, so he changed it.

After a long time, he also felt good-looking.

Every object and scene here is not the original appearance, but it has become the appearance he likes.

Suddenly a world away.

There are always brothers and sisters in the academy talking, and from time to time, they bring over gifts from the girls outside.

Everyone joked, our young master Qin is living a comfortable life, every day he is lazy and no husband tells him, he is said to be sick, and the girls even send things to condolences every day.

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"It's good."

He closed his eyes and smiled.