The north wind whistled by, and large snowflakes swirled in the air, swaying in all directions.

Agarwood stood inside the gate of Yiyan Hall and looked at the darkening sky outside, and there seemed to be lights in the distance, burning with warmth from the stars.

The New Year is approaching, and most of the pedestrians on the road want to return home, walking quickly without stopping.

Covered the door of the store, turned around and explained that the guy was ready to close, the stairs rang continuously, and a pretty little girl ran down, and smiled when she saw Agarwood picking her lips.

"Sister Agarwood, Mrs. Chen said she was leaving, and she was looking for you. ”

Agarwood answered, walked to the counter to take the account book to count, pinched a few grains of broken silver and stuffed them into the sleeve pocket, and took out two small red silk brocade bags from under the cabinet and wrapped them in the handkerchief, and quickly went up to the second floor.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard Mrs. Chen's familiar laughter.

No one in the family laughs like this, he won't, E-Niang won't, even Ama and his younger brother won't be men, Honghui ...... Agarwood lowered his head and smiled, and the elder brother who was born in the royal palace would not.

Mrs. Chen sat in the chair, didn't even stand up, stretched out her arms and pulled Agarwood to sit beside her, straight to the point.

"The girl looks like this, but the more handsome she looks, I'm afraid that from this street to the end of the street, no girl can compare to you, and your father and mother can rest assured that you can watch the shop and learn to do business...... Well, yes, this is not a golden signboard. ”

Before he finished speaking, the laughter became even brighter.

Mrs. Chan laughed. Agarwood bowed her head and replied, stood up from the chair and walked to the window, blocking the wind and snow outside, and the room was warmer for a while.

If it weren't for the fact that Mrs. Chen was from a wealthy businessman and was well-maintained in her thirties, she would really misunderstand her profession. Agarwood was smiling in his heart, and was about to turn around to settle the bill, when he laughed quickly and laughed into his ears.

"I remember that the girl is seventeen years old this year, and I don't know if I have allowed someone. My lord has a brother, the youngest in the family, he is almost twenty this year, and he has been busy helping his brother take care of his business and has not yet married a wife. ”

Agarwood pulled the veil and covered it to her lips and coughed a few times, and then carefully covered the window, her cheeks were dyed a little pink, and she stood at the table with a smile on her lips, "Mrs. Chen, I shouldn't have ruined your interest, what you said is a good marriage, if you are lucky enough to marry you, it is also a blessing for Agarwood, but ...... Since childhood, Ama Eniang has been the master of the little girl's promise, you see, it's really ......"

"Yo, that's what I said, but it's not mine, don't be surprised, girl. I thought that I had come so many times, and I had already matured, but now I heard that the girl is full of people, and she still promised people. Maybe my brother didn't have the blessing of that. It's just that...... Go back and tell your Ama Eniang, if you had promised to marry a long time ago, but you are seventeen, and I don't know who the man is, and he actually put a daughter-in-law who is like a flower and jade here, not afraid of running away, I don't know how many people are worried about it. ”

Mrs. Chen was a cheerful person, and said with a smile again, her face was not gloomy, and she got up and took the silver and put it in the palm of the agarwood.

Agarwood walked two steps quickly to the front of the door, spread out the handkerchief and handed the brocade bag up, and stuffed the loose silver in the sleeve pocket into her hand as she spoke, "Mrs. Chen, this is a new fragrance in the store, and it will not be on the counter until the New Year, and the shopkeeper specially asked you to bring two copies back when you come." ”

"Your shopkeeper is good at doing business, and you have also learned the monkey spirit monkey spirit, knowing that your Yiyantang business is big, and you don't care about these small pieces of silver, you have to accept it, and you will go back first today. ”

Agarwood sent Mrs. Chen all the way to the door, enduring the cold, almost stiffening her hands and feet, and still smiling on her little face. Fang sighed and walked back to the store, before the door was pushed shut, he saw Honghui walking down the stairs, and stopped and fixed on the wooden steps.

The two people looked at each other not far away, the wind and snow were still howling, rolling between the half-hidden door panels behind the agarwood, like Honghui's white robe with a light silver silk embroidery, and the candle flame flickered, flickering and dimming.

"Go home. ”

Honghui whispered, walked down the stairs, shook off the white cloak between his arms and draped it over her shoulders, and the slightly darker plum blossoms of the same color bloomed from the calves, and the tender yellow core loomed, as if exuding fragrance with the gentle movements of his fingertips.

Another cloak was taken from his arm, and Agarwood tiptoed to drape it on. The door panel behind him was suddenly blown open by the wind, Honghui's long arm stretched out to support the door, and his right hand was on his waist, only to touch the floating edge of his clothes and pause.

In the cold alleyway, the hooded cloak blocked everything, only two of them were the same white, and the hem of the clothes floated in the wind, dancing two strings of footprints. One big and one small, one left and one right, not far and not close, not fast for a minute, not slow for an inch.

Turning the corner, I was not far from home, and I could almost smell the familiar smell of herbs, as well as the aroma of food, as if I could see the light smoke over the small courtyard from the snow floating in the air.

When he was about to reach the entrance of the alley, Honghui turned his head to look at the side, and there was only a slender silhouette in the evening when he wanted to get darker, his small face was covered under the hood, and his curled eyelashes were half drooping, leaving a deeper gray shadow under his eyes.

"It's almost home. ”

Agarwood responded, grabbed the cloak tightly in front of his chest with both hands, and suddenly raised his head to reveal a smile on his lips.

At the corner, a person pushing a wheelbarrow ran very fast, and the fruit placed on it was frozen, and the bump was so loud that it couldn't stop.

Honghui hurriedly grabbed his shoulders and turned to the inside, Agarwood leaned against the wall with wide eyes in shock, his small hands grasped the cloak pressed on his body, and the soft velvet white young hair ice was in the palm of his hand.

The peddler did not stop, and ran away all the way, leaving the two of them in the snowstorm.

"It's okay......" Agarwood's often smiling lips seemed to freeze, and the corners of his lips curled and half-opened to look at the face in front of him, wanting to say a word as easily as he often said about going home, but he couldn't say anything.

"Mr. promised you, when will it be, Hangzhou is still the capital. ”

Honghui asked three times in a row, all of them seemed to be stating, and he spoke very slowly.

Agarwood burst out laughing, and pulled his cloak but couldn't push it away. So close, the little face seems to be attached to the pile of fluff, covering the corners of the lips and not seeing it really, only a pair of bright eyes, shining.

"I tease Mrs. Chen, you are always there, and you don't know her, every time you come back, you have to pull someone and say that you are willing to leave in the first half of the day. ”

Honghui looked carefully at the light reflected in the snow, raised her fingertips to her face, almost touched her eyelashes, and then pulled the hood to block the ice and snow floating on her face.

The ink fragrance between the fingers and the plum fragrance under the wrist wrap around the slender and clean palm.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but did not speak again.

"Brother, sister, why don't you come over quickly, what are you doing standing at the mouth of the alley? ”

Su Zhiyuan stood in front of the courtyard gate and stomped his feet, shouting from afar.

Agarwood tilted her head to look over, the brim of her hat rubbed against Honghui's chin, revealing half of her little face, and responded with a smile, "It's here." ”

Honghui took a step back, looked at the back of running towards the door, touched his chin, shook his head and looked at his chest, and smiled in the darkness.

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After dinner, Honghui returned to the room, took a book and sat in front of the window.

Turning the page before it collapsed, the door creaked open softly, and Agarwood walked in with a tray. The fragrance of tea is overflowing, the heat is diffused, and there are two fruits next to the teacup.

"Oh, the frozen pears that Zhiyuan bought are very sweet, I'll send you two to taste. ”

"I was going to see you. Honghui walked closer, took the tray and put it on the table, covered the door and looked at her for a while before asking softly: "Is it hurt?"

The extremely shallow medicinal fragrance, he knew, but he couldn't see where it hurt.

He held his elbow before he could ask again, and Agarwood's fingers were between his lips.

"Honghui. ”

When she was a child, she also called his brother like Zhiyuan, but at some point, she changed. When she speaks, she doesn't need to be called, the two of them have their own tacit understanding.

Today's Honghui is the first time it has ever been heard.

Honghui looked at her, his lips pursed, still pressed against his soft fingertips. The hand tightened unconsciously, and when she saw that the little face with a big palm twisted her eyebrows, she hurriedly let go, but she shook and held the corner of the table.

The slender fingers that stopped at his lips were hidden behind him, and he could no longer be seen. With a very slight hum, the frowning one was replaced.

"It's okay, it's just a knock, it's okay, I've been drugged. ”

Honghui helped her to the edge of the collapse, and when he saw him walking, he understood in his heart, and carefully put the cushion, but Agarwood turned to look at him and refused to sit down.

"Honghui, I know myself, if it weren't for you...... I can't make a man like you, and I know that an ordinary woman is not worthy of you......"

"Agarwood. Honghui intercepted her words with a soft call, and his eyes never took his eyes off his face.

His cheeks were crimson, as if he had stolen a piece of color from the wick and dyed his face.

"Honghui, saying this, I just want to ask you, Wang Ye and Fujin, treat me very well, I know, my Ama and Eniang even Zhiyuan said that you would marry me, but I am seventeen, seventeen years old, even if the draft is about to pass the age, aren't you going to marry me?"

He looked at her like that, not speaking, not moving, just looking at her earnestly, as if in deep thought.

"Today, Mrs. Chen came to ask, I was happy when I returned to her, I always felt that I was destined to marry you, and I was happy every time I thought about it, but after so many years, I was afraid of ...... I'm afraid I'm lying to myself...... If you haven't moved your mind to marry me, you can say a word, don't be afraid that I will be sad, and you don't have to be afraid of being embarrassed to meet, he will ...... He ...... I...... I will marry you, and I will not pester you. ”

The voice grew quieter and quieter, but it was still clear in the silent room. His face was so low that he couldn't see it, and a pair of small hands twisted on the hem of his clothes.

Honghui took half a step forward, and the person standing there with his head down seemed to be frightened, and suddenly dodged and retreated. The outstretched hand was able to hold on to the slender waist, and fell to the ground with the softness of falling on the back.

The collapsed table was slammed and shook, and the candlelight jumped and fell to the table, and black smoke rose with a sizzling sound and went out.

"You ......"

"You ......"

Agarwood pushed the chest pressed on her body, her voice was still hoarse, and she was so aggrieved that she seemed to be crying. Under the palm of the hand, like a drum.

Before the sudden darkness, the two frowning eyebrows were clearly reflected by the candlelight, reflected in the depths of his eyes.

Honghui held the soft back to avoid the waist, moved his body slightly, but the placket on his chest was tightly grasped. Hearing the intermittent humming under him, he endured it and held himself up again, and then asked, "But you knocked on your ......waist?"

When you spit it out, it's just as low.

Still on the lips that opened and closed, the ground was cold.