Yun Qiao glanced at the lock on Uncle Qi's door, raised his hand, and opened it with a soft sound.
Xi Lanting was soaked all over. After taking a look, he was still in the mood to flatter her: "It's really amazing. You can support yourself by selling Dali Pills on the street."
Yun Qiao: "Uncle Seventh, thank you."
After entering the house, Xi Lanting went in to change clothes and found a kerchief to wipe his hair; then, he took out his tunic and gown and threw them to Yun Qiao: "You can wear it as a skirt."
Yun Qiao: "..."
She hesitated for a second and got into Uncle Qi's back bedroom. While changing her clothes, she looked around Xi Lanting's room. She didn't find anything unusual, so she started to look through it.
There is some movement outside.
Yun Qiao rummaged around slowly and found that Xi Lanting's place was clean and there was almost nothing out of the ordinary - she thought there would be a gun or a knife under his pillow.
The only strange thing is his book.
He had many books, all of which were handwritten copies. The words on them were not very familiar to Qiao, but occasionally she could guess a few words.
Xi Lanting's voice came from far away, and the words were clear in my ears: "Don't search randomly. There are secrets in men's bedrooms. If you search through them, I will hold you responsible."
Yun Qiao: "..."
She hurriedly took off her soaked clothes and wore Uncle Qi's.
It is loose and can be covered.
When she came out, Xi Lanting stood by the door and covered her head with a wide kerchief.
Yun Qiao's vision dimmed.
Xi Lanting took the clothes she had changed and walked away.
Yun Qiao took off the handkerchief and gently wiped her wet hair. Finally, she saw a stove placed in the hall, burning silver charcoal, and there was no soot at all.
It is also covered with a large pergola.
On rainy days in winter, families would use this kind of pergola to bake clothes over a fire pit.
Clothes will stink if they are not dried for a long time.
Xi Lanting put Yunqiao's clothes on the pergola to bake, and sat on the other side, approaching the fire pot to keep warm.
"...It's almost mid-spring. Is there still a brazier here, Uncle Qi?" Yun Qiao also sat down, almost tripping over his clothes.
She is tall, but Uncle Qi is taller.
"Except in midsummer, I have to warm myself by the fire." Xi Lanting said, "I'm very cold."
When he said this, he suddenly looked at Yun Qiao, his eyes deep and hot. His expression was very quiet, only a few emotions surged in his eyes.
Like...hate.
This hatred is not empty, but directly directed at Yun Qiao.
Yun Qiao's heart skipped a beat: "Isn't he grandma's enemy?"
Grandma's methods are quite ruthless. Yun Qiao has heard this from others and has seen it herself.
But Xi Lanting...
"...You sent someone to Caobang to check on me?" Xi Lanting said.
Yun Qiao's thoughts were interrupted.
"'Caogang', this name sounds good to my ears." Yun Qiao said, "I was a little curious about Uncle Qi, and I was bored, so I sent someone to ask. However, those bastards from Caogang didn't put me in
In the eyes.”
"Are you curious about me?" Xi Lanting leaned back and sank into his chair again, as if he was sick. "Why are you curious?"
Yun Qiao: "Uncle Qi, usually people who are very good-looking are liked by others. Once you like him, you will want to analyze this person and be curious about everything."
Xi Lanting chewed on these words and couldn't help laughing: "You have a crush on Uncle Qi?"
Yun Qiao: "..."
This uncle is a bit of a climber and is very shameless.
"You are really..." Xi Lanting smiled, the expression on his face converged, his eyes suddenly swayed, and the dark eyes turned into pale gold without any warning without strong light. His voice was unconsciously a little cold, "
Not making progress!”
Yun Qiao looked at him.
There was fog in the room, and something lingered in front of Xi Lanting's eyes, hiding his expression and sight.
This fog is weird.
She stood up suddenly.
Xi Lanting's face, behind the smoke, was calm and calm: "My clothes were burned, and the brazier was not finished today."