"Let's go." Mr. Nanxi said again, and then led Shuangxi forward.
Nanxi's meaning seems to be that the matter of double happiness is the most important thing.
Shuangxi couldn't help but feel a little touched. She didn't expect that Mr. Nanxi would take such care of her if she wanted to meet him by chance.
After the two of them arrived at the house in the front yard, Shuangxi realized what an abandoned house was. At first glance, it seemed that no one had lived in this house for more than ten years.
There were overgrown weeds in the courtyard, and Shuangxi never imagined that Mr. Nanxi would clean them up.
Thinking about the wild grass and the setting sun, in the eyes of the gentleman from Nanxi, maybe it has a different kind of beauty.
"Xi'er, you can live here." Mr. Nanxi led Shuangxi to an exquisite small courtyard.
Although there was some dust in the yard, the things inside were obviously cleaned regularly.
There is a room in front of the house, which can be seen as the owner's residence. There are two rooms on each side, which should be for the servants.
Nanxi opened the door in the middle and led Shuangxi in.
The bed, the dressing table, the mirror, this is clearly... it's clearly a woman's boudoir.
In the house, there is also a Qin stand with a Qin placed on it. On top of the Qin, there is a large character engraved on it, "Xi"...
This is Mr. Nanxi’s name...
The harp is engraved with peonies. It is obviously a harp used by women. This is also a woman's boudoir. How could such a harp appear?
Everything here seems to be abnormal.
Shuangxi glanced at Mr. Nanxi. Mr. Nanxi, could it be... could there be some problem in that area?
In modern times, many people are transvestites. Is Mr. Nanxi the same?
Thinking of this possibility, Shuangxi felt a little chilly.
Shuangxi couldn't bear it any longer. He hesitated and said, "Sir, this is a woman's boudoir..."
The implication is that in Mr. Nanxi's home, how could there be such a woman's boudoir that seems to have been cleaned?
Mr. Nanxi has already said that he is the only one in the house, so why prepare a women's boudoir?
If the piano given to me by Mr. Nanxi happened to happen to me, then this boudoir wouldn't be said to be prepared for me, right?
Mr. Nan Xi said with a carefree smile: "This is my roommate's former residence. My roommate Xijie, I come to clean it from time to time."
Double Happiness received Mr. Nanxi's explanation, and felt a little ashamed. How could he think of a tough man like Mr. Nanxi like that?
"Where is Mr.'s sister now?" Shuangxi couldn't help but ask.
Mr. Nanxi smiled bitterly: "If she is still here..."
After hearing this, Shuangxi didn't understand what was going on. He quickly said: "I'm sorry..."
My husband's sister passed away...
Mr. Nan Xi laughed loudly, and the sadness on his face disappeared. He seemed to be no longer sad in an instant. He said calmly: "It's okay."
But Shuangxi always felt that there was a hint of desolation in Mr. Nanxi's laughter.
He misses his sister, right? Although he has a smile on his face, he must be in pain in his heart, right?
Shuangxi felt that her heart was astringent. Some were for herself, and some were for Nanxi...
The house was very clean and only needed a little sweeping. While Shuangxi was cleaning, Mr. Nanxi took the initiative to help Shuangxi and held the quilt to dry it.
Shuangxi was slightly startled. Mr. Nanxi came to do such a thing, which gave her a sense of chaos.
However, Nan Xi himself felt that it was nothing. He had been living alone for so many years, and he was no longer the pampered young master of the Nan family. He was very familiar with these things.
After cleaning, Shuangxi took the initiative and said: "Sir, is there still a place where Shuisheng can stay..."
Even if they are really a couple, if they stay at someone else's house, they should live separately. This is etiquette...
This is also the case in many places in modern times, let alone in this conservative ancient times?
Besides, Mr. Nanxi has already said that the place where she lives used to be his sister's boudoir, and it would be inappropriate for Shui Sheng to move in.
Mr. Nanxi laughed loudly and said: "If you don't mind, there is a room next to the thatched cottage, let Mr. Shuisheng live there."
When Shuangxi heard this, he immediately agreed without thinking too much.
At night, Shuangxi regretted it! Shuisheng and Mr. Nanxi should not have been allowed to live together!
She knew that Mr. Nanxi made this arrangement to avoid suspicion. After all, it was inconvenient for a woman to live with two men, and the only place in the house where people could live was Mr. Nanxi's sister's boudoir...
But...this is too terrifying!
Although no thieves would come into the desolate mansion, Shuangxi was still a little scared...
I couldn't help but wonder, where are the people in this house? Why is Mr. Nanxi the only one left? Why did he go to Anqing?
Of course, thinking about these things was not enough to make Shuangxi scared, at most it was just curiosity. However, the howling wind outside made Shuangxi feel chilled all over.
Through the window lattice, the trees outside are swaying, giving people a ghostly feeling.
Double Happiness...I'm a little scared...
Shuangxi bit his lip and told himself, don't be afraid, don't be afraid! There are no ghosts in this world! You must believe in science!
But then she thought about it, after she died, she would be able to come to this dynasty! There seemed to be something in the dark that she couldn't understand...
Since people have souls, maybe...maybe there are ghosts in this world too!
Shuangxi had some difficulty falling asleep because of Shen Ziyan's incident, and it was even more difficult to fall asleep because she was so frightened by herself.
Suddenly, the two lovers seemed to see a figure flashing outside the window.
Immediately, my hair stood on end...
The whole person was nestled under the quilt, not daring to look outside.
Shuisheng looked inside through a small gap in the window. Seeing that there was no movement in Shuangxi, he must have fallen asleep, so he left Nanxi's mansion with peace of mind.
He wanted to find out what happened to Shen Ziyan.
After a while, Shuangxi seemed to hear footsteps gradually disappearing, and then he dared to slowly poke his head out.
He jumped out of bed and lit the candle.
The room became brighter, and Shuangxi felt a little better.
Shuangxi looked at the Ping An Qin on the table and thought, find something to do for yourself, so that you don't have to be afraid, let alone think about Shen Ziyan.
Opening the piano bag, Shuangxi Shuangxi put the piano directly on the table and started playing with it.
The piano stand and the piano on it are all old belongings of Mr. Nanxi's sister. It would be best for her not to move.
The sound of the piano is clear and crisp, just like the tinkling sound of the streams left from the mountains after the ice and snow melt...
I will use the qin to speak to you, and write my heartfelt chats. When will I see Xu Xi, it will comfort my hesitation.
Along with this melodious song, Shuangxi murmured.
Nan Xi, who had already fallen asleep, heard the faint sound of the piano coming from the front yard, and was in a daze. When Xi'er was around, the sound of the piano would always come from the front yard.
How long had it been since he heard the sound of the piano besides his own playing in the mansion?
Nan Xi stood up and put on his robe. Then he picked up the piano in his hand, went outside the yard, and started playing in response to the sound of the piano coming from the front yard.
They are all the sound of the piano, but they evoke different feelings when played by two people.
Together with Ying He, it sounds particularly beautiful.
With a clang, the song ended.
Only then did Mr. Nanxi suddenly remember that the person living in the front yard was no longer his sister, but Mrs. Xi.
He could understand the sound of her piano, so he must be missing Shen Ziyan, right?
The sound of the piano was harmonious, and Shuangxi's emotions were venting like the surging river. Waiting for the sound of the piano to stop, Shuangxi looked at the peaceful piano and breathed a light sigh of relief.
She felt much better in her heart.
The sound of Mr. Nanxi's piano let her know that there was still someone popular in this house, and it also allowed her to vent her emotions.
Another burst of footsteps came.
Along with the footsteps, there was also the hearty and free laughter of a man.
Shuangxi knew that this was Mr. Nanxi coming.
Although she didn't know why Mr. Nanxi came so late, Shuangxi was still happy. After hearing this voice, the fear in her heart completely dissipated.
Fortunately, Mr. Nanxi stopped in the courtyard and put something on the stone table in the middle of the courtyard.
Immediately afterwards, Shuangxi heard Mr. Nanxi say loudly: "It's a long night, why don't we have a drink together?"
Shuangxi put on his coat, opened the door, and said, "Okay!"
Mr. Nanxi is here to have a drink with me!
A bright moon hung in the sky, illuminating the courtyard as white as a wash.
But it's not as bright as a room with candlelight.
The moment Shuangxi opened the door, Mr. Nanxi looked over.
Shuangxi stood there against the light, dazzling...
Shuangxi walked over briskly.
A jar of wine and two wine bowls have been placed in front of Mr. Nanxi.
"Sir." Shuangxi greeted Mr. Nanxi.
Mr. Nanxi laughed loudly and said: "Suddenly I feel a little sleepy and want to get drunk before I can rest!"
Shuangxi sat opposite Mr. Nanxi.
Mr. Nanxi's eyes were particularly bright in the night.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Shuangxi: "Did you cry again?"
Shuangxi lowered his head silently, as if he could hide nothing from Mr. Nanxi.
Mr. Nanxi suddenly laughed again: "That's all, don't mention these, come and drink!"
With that said, he filled a bowl of wine for Shuangxi.
Because of the drinking incident... and Su Yu..., Shuangxi basically stopped drinking.
But today, Shuangxi thought, one drink can solve a thousand sorrows!
At this time, Mr. Nanxi had already picked up the wine bowl and drank from the bowl of wine. Shuangxi suddenly felt a surge of pride in his heart. He picked up the wine bowl and drank from it like Mr. Nanxi did.
When she's drunk, does it mean she doesn't have to think about the things that break her heart?
Ziyan...Ziyan...Don't betray me...Don't betray me...(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest
