During the hottest time of midsummer, Xi Lanting came back.
At dusk, the heat subsides slightly, and the river breeze blows on my face, smelling of water and slightly cool.
Before the sunset, Yun Qiao went to Xi Lanting's yard.
This time, she met two other followers of Xi Lanting - in the past six months, only Xi Zun and Xi Rong were in front of Xi Lanting every day in "Anfu Zunrong".
The attendant of "An" is called Xi Changan. He is about the same age as Xi Lanting. He is a bit dark, but has a kind smile and a well-mannered person, like the big brother next door.
As for the "rich" one, his name is Xi Shuangfu, which is a homophone. He is slender and elegant. He was a little surprised when he saw Yun Qiao. At the same time, he was very embarrassed. He looked like he didn't deal with women very much.
Chang'an, Shuangfu, Zun, Rong, are all Qi Shu's confidants.
Judging from their names, although Uncle Qi can speak foreign languages, he is still quite traditional at heart.
"Miss Yun." Xi Changan and Shuangfu greeted Yun Qiao.
Xi Rong stepped forward and said to Yun Qiao: "They are not at home very often, and Miss Yun Qiao is not very familiar with them. Don't worry, they are all our own."
Then, he pointed to the sleeping room and said, "Master Qi is waiting for you, please come in."
Yun Qiao nodded.
In the hot summer weather, Xi Lanting still wears a long shirt, trousers, and a pair of double-beam cloth shoes.
He was bending over to arrange the rattan box on the table. The bones of his back under the green shirt were strong and elegant, not like a patient at all. Hearing the footsteps of Yun Qiao coming in, he straightened up. His temples were black and his crown was flowing.
Yun Qiao often sees him as normal after hanging out with him for a long time; but after not seeing him for a few days, she will be amazed by him again.
He really has a good appearance.
The best appearance does not require color embellishment, even if it is sick, it is still beautiful.
"Come here, I brought you a small gift." Xi Lanting waved.
Yun Qiao stepped forward.
Xi Lanting fumbled around in the rattan box and found a small box under his clothes and handed it over.
"You can use some stones to make jewelry." Xi Lanting said casually.
Velvet box, soft to the touch.
When Yun Qiao took it, he touched Xi Lanting's fingertips. His hand was as cold as usual, or even colder.
She took the box and subconsciously held his hand.
His skin was tight, dry, and as cold as ice. The temperature of his skin was high in midsummer, and the contrast was sharp. Yun Qiao always felt that he was getting sick again.
Xi Lanting was a little surprised: "Why are your hands so hot?"
Yun Qiao: "...This is normal in summer."
"Really?" Xi Lanting seemed a little surprised and shook her hand back, "I don't shake hands with others for fear of people asking me if my hands are cold. I didn't know that your hands are so hot in the summer."
Yun Qiao: "..."
She was held by him, their fingers almost intertwined, making her even more charming for no reason.
Maybe his hands were too cold and she felt even hotter.
Xi Lanting held her hand for a moment, then let go of her: "It's so hot, no wonder everyone says the hot summer is unbearable. You guys really suffer enough."
Yun Qiao: "..."
Uncle Qi lights up the brazier three seasons a year, but summer is a little better. He doesn't feel sorry for himself, but has time to pity the difficulty that normal people have to survive the summer.
It’s really... full of food.
While she was slandering, Xi Lanting turned around and continued to pack his rattan box. At the same time, he warned her: "Go and see the gifts, don't stand here and curse."
Yun Qiao: "..."
He knows everything.
Yun Qiao wanted to ask, but she expected that Xi Lanting would talk a lot of nonsense without telling the truth, so Yun Qiao simply became lazy.
She sat down next to him and opened the box Xi Lanting gave her.
Then, she took a breath.
"This..." She didn't know what to say for a moment, "Is it for me?"