Two oil lamps were lit in the room. Although it was still dim, it was much brighter than other times.
The wooden table was filled with bowls. Chuntao was still busy and brought in a large bowl of stew.
"This is the dried vegetables we dried ourselves." Chuntao said, looking at the girl sitting there.
Although the girl was dressed in ordinary clothes, Chuntao somehow felt that this girl had a different kind of nobility.
It is clean nobility.
She was a little reserved and shy, so she quickly added: "Stewed in lard."
She brought out all the best things in the house to entertain her.
Meng Xichang said: "Chuntao doesn't need to cook so many dishes."
"How is that possible? He's a relative of Brother Ashui's family." Chuntao said, "We must treat him well."
After saying that, he glanced at Qixing gratefully and turned around to go out.
Qixing smiled and said: "If you want to entertain, just entertain. After you finish what you have at home -"
Having said this, he glanced at Qing Pheasant.
Qing Pheasant took over the words: "I'm going to unload the things we bought."
She got up and walked out. There were noisy rejections and thanks in the yard, and the stove room was bustling.
This is a lively family that has never seen before where mother and daughter depend on each other.
Meng Xichang listened silently for a moment, thanked Qixing and said, "It is indeed the seventh master who came personally to deal with the rolling dragon."
Qixing said: "I saw that the news that the bandits were pretending to be Momen was delivered by you, so I thought you should be nearby. Therefore, I also thought that when the Ground Dragon was rescued, you were the one who led the officers and soldiers away, right?"
Meng Xichang nodded: "It's me." He smiled again, "I'm honored to be able to help."
Qixing looked at Meng Xichang's right hand: "This is it."
Meng Xichang did not hide it, but generously pulled up his sleeve with his left hand: "It's okay, it's just a broken hand."
The sleeves were pulled up, revealing the remaining half of his forearm.
Meng Xi Chang gestured on his arm: "Thanks to my aunt and Chuntao for their timely rescue, they hired a doctor for me and spent a lot of money on medication. Otherwise, my entire arm would not have been saved. Now it's like this -"
He shook his bare forearm.
"It's just a little missing, it's pretty good."
Chuntao and Qingzhi also walked in at this time carrying food. When they heard this sentence, they both sighed inwardly.
Without a hand, what's the difference between having an extra arm and a less arm?
These are words to comfort yourself and others.
Qixing raised his hand to support Meng Xichang's wrist, looked at it carefully under the oil lamp, and nodded: "Yes, this is indeed very good."
Chuntao was stunned, but Qingzhi was fine. She knew that sometimes what the young lady said sounded weird.
Meng Xi laughed and said: "The bad thing is that without my hand, I can no longer act as chivalrous and righteous as before."
Although he said this, he was not sad, he was just expressing regret.
Qixing nodded: "That's what I thought of. According to your nature, Meng Xia, you will definitely take action yourself when you encounter that kind of thief. But this time you only sent a message, so I guessed that you encountered difficulties."
It turns out that was the case, so she came for her. Meng Xichang looked at the girl sitting opposite him. Although he knew that the Mo family helped each other, and although he never cared about interpersonal relationships and always acted alone, at this moment, he still
Inexplicably, my heart felt soft.
"Thank you." He said, and smiled again, "But, Master Seven, please don't sympathize with me. I'm in the world, and life and death have long been ignored. What's more, it's just a hand. I'm not sad or sad."
Chuntao said softly: "As long as Brother Ah Shui has a chivalrous heart, he can still do chivalry and justice."
Meng Xi laughed: "Miss Chuntao is right."
Qixing picked up the tea bowl.
Meng Xichang picked up his tea bowl with his left hand, touched it lightly, and both of them drank.
"However, I'm not polite to Master Qi." He said, "Auntie and Chuntao saved me, but I had nothing to repay, so I lent Master Qi some money."
Chuntao said quickly: "Brother Ah Shui, don't say that, we don't want your money."
Qixing has already said goodbye: "Money is not a problem. Besides, I can also do something for you."
For him? Meng Xichang was stunned for a moment, what to do?
Qixing stretched out his hand again, grabbed his incomplete right arm, measured it inch by inch, and looked at it inch by inch.
She said: "I will make a hand for you."
When Qixing and Qingzhi returned home, Mrs. Yang's maid Mengchan was sitting in the yard cutting shoes with Aunt Guo.
Seeing the two people walking in the door, Meng Chan asked with a smile: "Is it fun to go on a spring outing? You have gone far enough this time."
Qixing said with a smile: "It's different from the spring over there. It has a unique flavor."
This is enough. Mengchan won't ask where she went or what she saw. She doesn't come here just to chat.
"We are going back to Xucheng in a few days." She said, "Will you come with us?"
Qixing thanked him: "Thanks to Madam and Old Madam, I have received a lot of embroidery work. I have already sent a letter to Linglongfang and am waiting for their arrangements."
Meng Chan smiled and congratulated: "Linglongfang is going to open a branch in the capital, and you will be the shopkeeper."
Everyone has his or her own future, Meng Chan did not persuade him again.
When Mrs. Yang set off, Qixing and Qing Pheasant went to see her off in person. They said goodbye and watched her farewell. The willows on the road were covered with green, and Qing Pheasant was quite emotional.
"It was still winter when we came here," she said, "but in a blink of an eye, the flowers were red and the willows were green."
She turned to look at Qixing again. After the New Year, she had grown taller again. She changed into a spring shirt, and her waist was fuller, but she did not look weak. Her shoulders and back were straight and straight, and she became more and more handsome like green bamboo.
In the blink of an eye, the young lady is no longer the timid and miserable orphan she was in the Lu family. Not only has she established a foothold in Xucheng, she is now able to help her boss open a branch in the capital.
"Come today, don't come today -"
Gao Xiaoliu picked up the petals and threw them out one by one.
The flower petals in the basket here are about to bottom out, and a shop assistant comes in with a flower basket from outside.
"There are people outside who will take care of it for us." He whispered to the store clerk indoors. "Young master, you might as well go to the casino to gamble. When you can still win money, the prostitutes just throw money away in handfuls, and you lose all your money."
Return."
It’s very expensive to buy so many flowers every day.
The store clerk indoors comforted him in a low voice: "When summer comes and you spend more money, it will be cheaper."
It seemed right, but something wasn't quite right. When the store clerk wanted to say something, Gao Xiaoliu shouted, "Hey——"
Then the man who was slumped against the window as soft as a bone lifted himself up and leaned almost half of his body out of the window.
Oh my God, Master, I can't wait until summer. The two shop assistants rushed over and hugged his legs, one on the left and the other on the right.
Gao Xiaoliu did not fall from the window. He grabbed the window lattice with one hand and waved with the other, causing the petals in his hand to fall.
There were two women standing at the door of Huixian Tower on the street. One of them raised her head, looked at the flying petals, and raised her hand to pinch it.
"A Mo Xia? Female?"
In the dim tent, the wealthy man asked.
Zhike nodded: "You are younger than the young master, but he is quite good-looking."
I laughed when I said this.
"I wanted to follow him and take a closer look, but the young master drove me away."
Rich Man Gao sighed and breathed a sigh of relief: "You don't have to buy flowers anymore, do you? Our Immortal Building doesn't need to be turned into a flower shop."
Zhike laughed and sighed: "Young Master has never been out since he was a child, and he has no friends of the same age. Now that he sees such a person, no wonder he likes him." He was also curious, "I wonder what they are talking about?"
Rich Man Gao chuckled: "No matter what you say, he will definitely find it pleasant, and his face will be filled with smiles."
Gao Xiaoliu looked at the table in front of him with a serious expression.
"Why did you only order these few dishes? You're welcome when you come home," he said.
The female voice opposite said: "This is how we eat at home."
She was an upright little girl. Gao Xiaoliu raised his head and looked across.
The sky is clear and the day is bright, the room is bright, it is not a life and death struggle in the dark night, and this sister is no longer covered by a cloak or scarf.
She was wearing a cyan dress, with no accessories on her head or ears, but in front of the shining golden Gao Xiaoliu, she did not become overshadowed, but became even more soft and bright.
Gao Xiaoliu looked at her and was slightly stunned.
"Oh, you-" Gao Xiaoliu suddenly pointed at her, "I've seen it before."