Chapter three hundred and ninety fifth faint thunder, hazy sky
When it started raining again in the early morning, Xie Fanjing was packing her bags in the old attic. Several large cloth bags were spread out along the wooden table, and all kinds of things were put in them, like hibernating squirrels.
, hugged tightly and curled up into a ball.
The sound of rain beat on the blue tiles, and the water splashes fell along the different eaves, like a long curtain strung together.
The windows of the old attic were open, and the cold wind blew in with the sound of pattering rain. It was obviously midsummer, but there was a chill like early winter in the wind...
Xie Fanjing stuffed the last cat-head doll into the cloth bag. She pressed the fat, funny-looking face hard, and then tightened the knot of the cloth bag.
After doing all this, she sat on the small wooden bench feeling a little overwhelmed and looked up out of the window.
Looking out from here, you can only see a clean blue and white color, with water drops all over the sky falling vertically, landing on moss and green stone walls. Everything is sleeping in the rain, and everything is lonely and silent.
There were very few pedestrians on the street, and a shallow layer of water reached half a finger's height. When an occasional carriage passed by and its axles ran over the stone-paved lanes, the water would be splashed violently.
The rain here is really heavy, and it always seems to be raining non-stop. Xie Fanjing pulled up her hair, and water splashed onto her face from the window lattice, making it wet and light as mist.
In the past two years, she has traveled to many places and seen many things. But it seems that no matter where she is, she is different from Taizhou City here.
It always rains here in the summer, it is humid but also very hot. There are laurel trees planted in front of everyone's door. The green and tall crown of the tree seems to be used to pray for the safety of the family. There is a large lotus pond outside the city.
, there is very sweet honey here, here...
The corners of Xie Fanjing's lips straightened, and she stared at a small raindrop outside the window, feeling as if a big stone was pressing on her chest.
So strange.
Obviously don't think about it.
But no matter how I go around it, I can't seem to get around it.
"With such heavy rain, will they still meet today?"
Xie Fanjing shook her head vigorously, and she ran to the window and quietly leaned out half of her body. In an instant, the torrential rain poured down violently, and Xie Fanjing quickly retracted her head, like a frightened cat.
She shook the rainwater on her head, jumped lightly on the ground, and then laughed unconsciously.
It's raining so heavily today, so they probably won't be able to see each other.
It rains today, it rains tomorrow, it rains the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, will it also rain the day after tomorrow?
The little hedgehog in her heart moved quietly again, but she quickly pressed it down and pinned it so hard that it couldn't move.
Xie Fanjing held her chin in silence, silently watching the rain hitting the city streets. Everything in the rain became hazy and dense, as if it had been coated with a light halo.
Even if it rains every day, there will always be sunny days, and then they will always meet...
Why is he a monk? Can a monk like women? Can a monk get married? Will they get married?
Time passed little by little in Xie Fanjing's wild thoughts. At this time, she only felt that her heart was still very confused.
We've obviously seen each other before, but why do we say we don't know each other? They're obviously the same person, but their eyes look so strange...
She took a deep breath and squeezed the cat-faced doll with her hands in annoyance through the big cloth bag.
This is a kitten doll that she made by herself after she learned how to sew. Xie Fanjing originally planned to make another kitten and give it to him when she saw him again, to thank him for saving her.
But it's no longer necessary.
Even if it were given to him, he wouldn't want it...
"Will we meet again in the future?"
She said in her heart:
"Even if we meet again, I still don't recognize myself."
It seemed that he wasn't that sad anymore. Xie Fanjing wiped his eyes and lifted the big cloth bag onto the table with difficulty. Then there were footsteps coming from below, and the door of the old attic was pushed open.
"Xiao Xie, are you leaving?" Zhang Yan looked at the big cloth bags on the table, feeling a little sad: "Where are you going?"
"I want to go to Chang'an in the west and take a boat ride on the Grand Canal tomorrow." Xie Fanjing turned around and laughed: "Everyone said the lantern festival there is very beautiful, and I want to take a look."
"Chang'an? The capital of Xi Chu..." Song Chi, who was following behind, sighed: "I don't know when we will see each other again this time. Since Fairy Xie is leaving, then Xiaosheng has the audacity to be a host.
, please Fairy Xie, please don’t refuse!”
"Yes, yes." Zhang Yan clapped her hands and quickly agreed: "Xiao Xie, don't you like to eat fish the most? How about we go to Bazhenlou? You must like the golden fish there!"
"..."
Xie Fanjing fell silent. She lowered her head blankly, as if she was reluctant to give up, but also seemed sad. After a while, she wiped her eyes and nodded vigorously.
"Um!"
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Bazhen Tower.
They drank wine, and the smell of wine left their nostrils. In the table full of leftovers, several people were lying on their chairs and swaying around. Song Chi had already passed out from drunkenness, and even Zhang Yan had a few heavy blushes on her face.
color.
During this banquet that lasted from noon to evening, jars of wine were passed around, and everyone had a bit of drunkenness on their faces. Song Chi went on to say some rambling words that no one could understand.
No one was paying attention.
Xie Fanjing swallowed the last piece of fish and blinked happily. She looked at the drunken state of the people at the table, then looked at Zhang Yan beside her, and shook her sleeves hesitantly.
"Sister Xiaoyan...Sister Xiaoyan..."
"What's wrong?" Zhang Yan was shaken and woke up as if from a dream.
"Can I go to see Grandma Sun at Ruyue Zhai in the west of the city? I want to tell her before I leave." Xie Fanjing said seriously.
When she first came to Taizhou City, Grandma Sun from Ruyuezhai helped her find her stolen purse. She thought she should say goodbye to Grandma Sun before leaving.
"Okay, of course."
"Yeah." Xie Fanjing rolled up his sleeves and said to Zhang Yan: "Then let's move them back first."
"There's no need for us to do anything. Don't worry, the waiters in the restaurant will take care of them." Zhang Yan laughed dumbly. Next to her, Song Chi came over in a daze, but was slapped back by Zhang Yan.
"Go quickly." Zhang Yan touched Xie Fanjing's little head and said with a smile: "Don't worry about them."
"Hmm..." Xie Fanjing hesitated for a moment, then nodded obediently, then quickly walked out of the door and ran towards Ruyue Zhai in the west of the city.
"Ah this?" Song Chi, who had five clear fingerprints on his face, touched his cheek in confusion, grinning in pain. He didn't understand why his face suddenly hurt, and it seemed to be swollen.
"Xianzi Zhang is so beautiful, it seems like I can't get enough of it..."
He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it, so he simply stopped thinking about it. Song Chi continued to look at Zhang Yan longingly and laughed:
"When the young student completes the task of Stone Monk, the young student will have money, and the young student can continue to study in the academy. By then..."
"When is the time?" Zhang Yan's face was expressionless, as cold as ice.
"When the time comes, Xiaosheng will carry the sedan chair eight times, and will——"
Before Song Chi could finish his bold words, Zhang Yan pushed his entire face into the residual soup. He whined for a long time, and after burping loudly in the soup, he stopped moving.
The coolness blew in from the open window, accompanied by threads of rain... Zhang Yan, who had just retracted her hand, was stunned, and then walked to the window.
There was a sound of water.
Lines of water fell from the cloud curtain. In an instant, under the dim skylight, umbrellas of all sizes were opened. Shouts and the sound of rain came rushing back and forth between the old bluestones.
It's raining.
"It's raining again..." Zhang Yan said softly.
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Such as fasting.
In this small tavern.
Xie Fanjing was sitting in the corner holding up the wet hem of her skirt. Girls she knew well were holding soft towels, smiling and rubbing her head like a cat.
Grandma Sun was not on duty tonight. Her granddaughter came back from Fenyin to visit her. Grandma Sun took half a month's leave from Ruyue Zhai. Xie Fanjing came all the way, but naturally she didn't see anything.
After waiting for a while, Xie Fanjing touched his hair that had become dry, and was about to say goodbye when he suddenly turned around.
She shouldn't have turned around, but she turned around suddenly, and then she saw the corner of the bamboo curtain next to her that was lifted by the wind, and saw the silent and lonely face behind the bamboo curtain.
It seems that it is fate, the will of God, for them to meet...
On the two-foot-high white stone table, the young man on the warm mat drank wine silently, his face flushed with drunkenness, and even his fingertips were trembling. There was no girl accompanying him, and no friends who came to have fun with him.
Amid the laughter of the men and women in the room, he looked as lonely as a crane, standing alone, his clothes like snow.
As if by some strange mistake, Xie Fanjing boldly lifted the bamboo curtain and sat opposite him.
She smelled a strong smell of alcohol on his body, which was mellow and fragrant. When the wind blew it, Xie Fanjing seemed to be drunk.
The young man raised his hand, but his hand suddenly went limp, and the small celadon-carved wine bottle rolled from one end of the case to the other, spilling wine all over Xie Fanjing's sleeves.
"Feel sorry……"
Wu Ming smiled tiredly and covered his face with force. There seemed to be countless girls in front of him, swaying and swaying everywhere.
"This is my first time drinking alcohol..." His voice came from between his fingers: "Am I drunk now?"
