Ye Hanzhi stayed up all the time and was dealing with things in the study.
When he heard the door open in the master bedroom, he thought Tang Zhixi had come out to get some water. But he never heard the sound of returning.
So he came out and took a look.
The lights in the living room were not turned on, Tang Zhixi was sitting on the carpet next to the sofa, and there was a lit candle on the coffee table.
The warm yellow candlelight illuminated the small circle, fighting against the darkness. It was warm and peaceful.
Hearing the movement, Tang Zhixi looked back and saw Ye Hanzhi's appearance and said, "Aren't you asleep yet?"
"Yes." Ye Hanzhi responded with a warm voice. When he got closer, he found that Tang Zhixi was holding a side ash press in her hand. There was an incense burner on the coffee table, and she was removing the ashes from the incense burner.
His home clothes were too big on Tang Zhixi's body, and the trouser legs and sleeves were rolled up, making Tang Zhixi seem to be one size smaller than usual.
The candlelight reflected on her face also made her usual alienation a little lighter.
Ye Hanzhi sat on the sofa, keeping a suitable distance from her.
Tang Zhixi continued to smooth out the ashes. She turned the incense burner with one hand and held the side ash press with the other hand to gently smooth out the white ashes inside.
The technique is not only professional but also very skillful.
She said: "I couldn't smell the agarwood in the bedroom anymore, so I came out and stole your things without authorization, trying to get a new one."
"You can do whatever you want with everything in the house." Ye Hanzhi's voice became softer.
Tang Zhixi said nothing. The incense burner, the bottle containing the incense powder, and the candle holder were all antiques. But everything else, whether it was the incense spoon, incense shovel, incense brush, incense seal or the side ash press in her hand, were all pure
Golden.
If she hadn't really been unable to calm down, she would definitely not have touched it.
"Like the smell of agarwood?" Ye Hanzhi saw some fine sweat on her forehead.
"Well, it smells pretty good." Tang Zhixi took the incense brush and swept the ashes on the wall of the incense burner, then picked up the side ashes and flattened the ashes.
Not only is agarwood meditative, but the process of making incense and seal is also meditative.
After leveling the ashes, Tang Zhixi took the incense seal mold and placed it on the incense ashes. Then she picked up the incense spoon, opened the incense bottle, and poured the fragrant powder onto the incense seal mold one by one.
Fill the mold with an incense shovel and put the excess powder back. She turned the handle of the spoon and tapped the incense seal mold, picked it up, and a Ruyi incense seal was ready.
After that, Tang Zhixi took an incense stick and lit it on the candle. Use the incense stick to light the incense seal in the incense burner and cover the lid of the incense burner.
Light smoke drifted slowly.
Finally put everything back in its place.
Ye Hanzhi had been watching the whole process.
Nowadays, there are very few people who know how to do this. Most young people like to use some perfumes, aromatherapy and the like.
Not to mention He Yuzhe, his eldest brother, who is fifty years old, saw him doing these things and scolded him for not doing his job properly.
He didn't expect Tang Zhixi to know how to do it, and her technique was very skillful. She definitely didn't learn it now.
"Can't sleep?" Ye Hanzhi asked.
Tang Zhixi rested her elbows on the coffee table and supported her forehead with her hands: "Third Master can take pulses, so he should also be able to do acupuncture. Can you knock me unconscious with one needle?"
"Do you need it?" Ye Hanzhi raised his eyebrows.
Tang Zhixi also made a choice, stood up and sat on the sofa, saying quietly: "It's still not going to work. I'm alone, a man and a woman. I'm not very relieved."
Ye Hanzhi gritted his teeth, and finally said without losing his temper: "Okay. I have a bad image in Zhixi's heart."
Tang Zhixi's eyes were filled with a smile and she leaned back on the sofa.
Both of them were quiet for a while. Tang Zhixi looked at the light smoke coming out of the incense burner, while Ye Hanzhi looked at the candles on the coffee table.
After a while, Ye Hanzhi looked at Tang Zhixi: "Do you want to go back to sleep?"
"Is there a book?" Tang Zhixi looked at him.
"Yes, what do you want to see? I'll get it."
"Anyone is fine, preferably in English." Tang Zhixi said, "English is easy to get stuck on."
"That's it." Ye Hanzhi smiled, got up and went to the study.
After a while, he came out with a few books: "Can I have a collection of poems?"
"Well, I get sleepy faster."
Tang Zhixi reached out to take it, but Ye Hanzhi didn't give it to her and put several books on the coffee table.
"I'll read it to you," Ye Hanzhi said.
Tang Zhixi was stunned for a moment and said, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"If you go to bed, I'll go to bed."
Tang Zhixi raised her eyebrows, her eyes somewhat meaningful.
"Get up, I'll pull out the sofa." Ye Hanzhi said, "I'll read to you here. If you feel sleepy, you can sleep here. By the way, you can test whether I am a good person?"
Tang Zhixi didn't move. She crossed her legs and rested her elbows on the back of the sofa and her forehead. It was a cool posture.
Seeing that she was not moving, Ye Hanzhi leaned over slightly and closed the distance between them: "Sister Xi, do you dare?"
The two looked at each other, one like clear snow and the other like a blood moon.
For a moment, Tang Zhixi looked away and stood up: "Pull away."
The tone is a bit fierce.
Ye Hanzhi stood up straight and laughed, then pulled the sofa away.
Although it is not as big as a bed, it will definitely not be uncomfortable to sleep on it.
Tang Zhixi leaned on the backrest of the sofa that was half shorter, and her legs could just be stretched out on the unfolded sofa.
Ye Hanzhi went to get another quilt and gently placed it on Tang Zhixi. He also gave her a pillow: "Put it under your waist."
"Huh?" Tang Zhixi straightened the quilt on her body.
"Isn't it uncomfortable hanging from your waist?" Ye Hanzhi sat on the edge of the sofa, picked up the poetry book, and flipped through it.
When he came out of the room just now, he saw her leaning on the sofa with her waist hanging.
Through the large house clothes, he could feel the thin and soft waist. He took one look at it and didn't dare to look at it again.
"My waist is good." Tang Zhixi put the pillow under her waist, her tone was very casual, cold and cold, and she obviously didn't take the words seriously.
But Ye Hanzhi's hand holding the book suddenly exerted force, and a finger print was pressed on the book. He closed his eyes and took a gentle breath.
When he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm starting."
"Yeah." Tang Zhixi found a comfortable position.
"When Day Is Done. If the day is done,If birds sing no more"
Tang Zhixi turned her head and looked at him. Under the candlelight, her face looked even more evil, as if it was coated with a strong light.
She has always felt that Ye Hanzhi's voice is the best voice she has ever heard. It is a bit low, with a bit of a unique Beijing accent, but very clear.
A very noble voice.
After listening for a while, Tang Zhixi closed her eyes. Smelling the scent of agarwood and listening to Ye Hanzhi's voice, she quickly fell asleep.
Ye Hanzhi read for a long time with a slow voice. Until she felt that Tang Zhixi had entered a deep sleep, he put the book on the coffee table, stood up gently, slowly lowered the back of the sofa a little, and then raised it up for her.
Covered with quilt.
Ye Hanzhi's housecoat was very large, and Tang Zhixi was wearing it. The neckline was initially tilted to the left, revealing her beautiful collarbone. Now it is tilted to the right.
Ye Hanzhi covered her with a quilt and looked away from her face, inadvertently falling on her collar.
He saw the red scar on his collarbone.
Because the clothes were blocking it, I could only see a small part of it. There were three streaks of different lengths, as if they were scratched by something.
Ye Hanzhi's gaze paused for a moment, and then moved to Tang Zhixi's face.
After watching quietly for a while, he went to the study to get the computer, and then went to the chair next to the floor-to-ceiling window. While working, he watched Tang Zhixi from a distance.
The English part is Rabindranath Tagore's collection of poems. When Day Is Done
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