Qiao Mingjin was puzzled when she heard that someone wanted to see her.
Very few people wanted to see her alone.
After thinking about it for a while, he made some explanations and moved to the small flower hall where guests were entertained.
On the steps in front of the flower hall, when I saw the background of the hall with hands behind its back in the distance, I froze there.
The people in the hall listened to the movement and slowly turned around to look at her.
Seeing that it was the person he wanted to see, his face showed joy and he wanted to fly over, flew over...but his feet seemed to be frozen and stayed there.
His eyes were fixed on the visitor, not letting go of her in any way.
Her heart couldn't stop beating. She became more and more beautiful...
He lost weight.
There was still a hint of fatigue on his face.
But it's still so... extraordinary.
The clothes are neatly dressed, the hair is not messy, it is clean, there is not a trace of tangled hair. It is the same as before.
It has been half a year, and it has become blurry and clear again, as if we were separated by an ocean...
"You..." Okay?
Many times Zhou Yanqing wanted to ask this question. Many nights, he thought so and asked this question...but the answer to him was only the long and lonely void.
Qiao Mingjin nodded slowly towards him.
Zhou Yanqing raised her lips slightly when she saw this.
She knows what I want to ask. She understands me.
Zhou Yanqing felt a little hot-eyed.
The swollen and sour feeling came up instantly.
He looked up: "The ceiling in Yizhou is actually painted with such beautiful murals? It's so beautiful."
Qiao Mingjin lowered her head and blinked her eyes desperately.
a long time.
"What do you want to drink? There is no snow-top rock mist. There is enough mountain rock mist for you to drink."
Zhou Yanqing looked at her intently for a few seconds, then raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Isn't it true that the guest does as he pleases? But we can't have no tea just because there is no snow and rock mist."
After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.
Qiao Mingjin stepped up the steps and passed by Zhou Yanqing. Zhou Yanqing squeezed her hands tightly, feeling a little nervous. The smell on her body seemed to have changed, but it seemed to have stayed the same.
When she passed by and he slowly turned around, the man had already chosen a chair to sit upright and was looking at him quietly.
Thousands of mountains and thousands of oceans away, when I look back suddenly, that person still seems to be the same as when I first met him.
Quietly, the orchid in the empty valley attracted him to reach out for it.
Zhou Yanqing sat down opposite her. The two looked at each other.
"Why have you lost weight? How many horses have you killed?" Qiao Mingjin asked with a smile.
She couldn't tell whether there was a familiar familiarity in her tone or a calmness after experiencing thousands of sails.
Zhou Yanqing was still staring at her. After hearing what she said, the corners of his mouth raised a nice fox line and he replied: "It's not that I lost weight. I miss you every day and can't even drink the rock mist tea without seeing you."
There is a bit of joking in the words, but also a bit of sincerity.
Qiao Mingjin lowered his head again.
This time I couldn't blink away the tears. A few drops rolled down and fell straight to the blue tile floor, and finally disappeared.
Zhou Yanqing raised his head again. This time he couldn't see the wall, and his eyes were extremely blurry...
He was the first to come back to his senses. This time he grinned high and fell on the back of a large chair. It seemed like he was there in the past, with a bit of casualness and a bit of a dandy.
Chao Qiao Mingjin said jokingly: "I have wanted to come to Yizhou a few years ago. The high city wall attracted me. This time, I have packed my gear as soon as the New Year is over, but I have not arrived until now...
…Haha, if I stay in Yizhou for a little while and take a walk, I’m afraid it’s the New Year’s Eve again in the blink of an eye.”
Qiao Mingjin saw him leaning sideways on the high-backed chair. His body was splayed on the chair, looking as casual and relaxed as he had in her house in Xiahe Village in the past. His eyes were still looking at her sideways as before.
Qiao Mingjin was in a daze.
It seems that I have returned to Xiahe Village...
Even if you take a horse-drawn carriage from Qingchuan to Yizhou City, you can get there a month later. Back then, the family drove in winter, stopping and walking, and it took less than a month.
How many months has it been like this?
He must not have come here just for sightseeing. He is probably just about to go out.
"Come from somewhere else?"
Zhou Yanqing stiffened when he heard this. Reality is always like this...it's impossible to resist.
She understands everything.
Zhou Yanqing felt as if someone was grabbing her internal organs. For a moment, she felt severe pain and it was difficult to breathe.
He had thought about it years ago. But his mother was tight, crying and fussy. Before the Lantern Festival came out, he had already prepared the carriage for the trip. But his mother escorted him and let him go again.
Kyoto...
Even if I hurry up and hurry up, the grass is already growing, the green willows are wearing new clothes, and the spring is almost over. Jin'er...
Jin'er must have been frustrated by waiting.
After the tea was served, no one drank it. There was water mist in the cup. Qiao Mingjin stared at it and saw several changes.
Zhou Yanqing looked at her quietly, every move, every frown and every smile was the same as in the dream.
But, it has changed after all.
He only felt a dull pain in his heart. It was as if someone was stabbing him with knife after knife.
"That workshop..." The atmosphere was so oppressive that Qiao Mingjin said.
"Speaking of the workshop, should I scold you for venting your anger? Throw it down and run away, leaving only this letter..."
A thin letter, less than a page, he held it from sunrise to sunset, from the dark and lonely night to the chirping of birds and insects the next day...
Over the past few months, holding it, the paper had become thin to his touch, so light that he could blow it away just by inhaling and exhaling...
When Qiao Mingjin heard him talking about the workshop, she seemed to be back to the original time.
That workshop devoted all her energy. It started in the dilapidated courtyard of her home, with only He and his son, and gradually grew, until it was divided into large courtyards and small courtyards, and there were dozens of craftsmen...
Zhou Yanqing looked at the memories and reluctance on the face of the person sitting opposite him whom he missed so much, how could he ever feel happy again?
That workshop also had his truest passion. The two grew it from small to large, selling root carvings all over the country. From the initial stranger to trust, to familiarity, to tacit understanding, and then to his sinking...
It records the calmest and most peaceful days of his life.
That simple kitchen, that unpainted and uncarved dining table, that simple delicacy, and there was no maid serving the soup...
Everything is simple.
But it was the most unforgettable, the most reluctant to leave. It made him want to repay the pain in his internal organs.
The two of them fell silent as they recalled the past.
After a long time, Qiao Mingjin said: "I'll leave the workshop to you. I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of it anymore. Besides, it won't be convenient for you in the future. It would be better to move the workshop to the city. Now I'm afraid that the materials nearby are all gone."
We have almost collected it, and the inventory in the warehouse and yard is probably almost used up. In order to facilitate transportation back and forth in the future, you may have to think about it again. However, the craftsmen in the workshop, except for the workers of your Zhou family,
, if they are willing to keep the remaining ones, you can keep them all. They are all cooked..."
Zhou Yanqing nodded: "Don't worry. I know it in my heart. It won't change. Nothing will change. Everything will remain the same as before."
Qiao Mingjin raised her head and looked at him, just as he was looking at her. Their eyes were locked, and she could clearly see her most familiar reflection in the other's eyes.
Qiao Mingjin sighed quietly.
Only separated by an ocean... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
