Song Qingyi hurriedly covered his nose, followed by a few subordinates who couldn't stand it.

Liuguang hurriedly said: "Young master, what are you doing here, you have something to tell us, this place is really not clean, don't go in." ”

Shaking his head, Song Qingyi motioned for Liuguang and a few people to stay outside and wait, and walked in alone.

The streamers really didn't worry about their young master going to such a chaotic place alone, but the young master didn't follow him, so they had to guard the alley and paced back and forth anxiously.

About half an hour later, Liuguang thought about taking someone in to look for it, and saw his young master walking out of the alley with a man with a beard and a man who didn't look very clean, followed by two beggars.

Although Liuguang was shocked, as a personal servant who had been following his young master, he naturally knew when to say something.

"Young Master, what is this?"

"Go and call a carriage to come over, Guan Bi will go to the inn to open a room, and find a doctor. Lizhan went to the tooth shop to ask where there was a house for rent, and it was a quiet place to recuperate, not too big. Song Qingyi didn't expect that he would come to Zhou Yeqi in advance, this person would be so weak that he could hardly make the trip, not only because the foundation was almost empty, but also because there was a wound on his leg that was not taken care of, and it was already swollen and ulcerated now. But even so, he was not worried, after all, although this person was a little weak when he "arrived" last time, he had lived for a long time. It's just that I didn't expect such a situation when I came, so I didn't prepare the carriage, so I had to hurriedly let the little guys do it.

Waiting for Hua Jue to call a carriage and send the three people brought out of the alley to the inn, the doctor prescribed medicine to see it, and set up a good place to live and settle the three people.

Looking at the sky, Song Qingyi frowned, he didn't expect to come out for so long, he hadn't gotten up before he came out early in the morning, he thought he could go back before lunch, but he settled down and explained some things to this hour, and he didn't know if the person was unwell.

When I returned to the Song Mansion and saw my father and mother, I saw Qi Runyun wearing a medium coat covered with a shallow-bottomed ink embroidery coat under the lamp, with his hair scattered, and his eyebrows lowered and he looked at the book in his hand. The hair is a little damp, it should have just been bathed.

There was a meal on the table, the bowl was covered, and the two sets of bowls and chopsticks had not been touched.

"I'm coming back late, you can use it first." I feel a little guilty in my heart, and I always seem to let this person wait for me. Song Qingyi walked into the door quickly, cleaned his hands and face under the service of the maid, and then sat down.

"It's a little cold, so let's heat it up again, right? I'm not hungry anyway, I just finished bathing, and it's just right for you to come back. Seeing Song Qingyi coming in, Qi Runyun also put down the book, touched the lid of the bowl, and said.

"It's not bad, it's not cold." Having said that, Song Qingyi still picked a few dishes with meat oil and asked the maids to send them to the small kitchen to heat up, after the meat oil was condensed, it really affected the appetite, and the taste was not good - Song Qingyi had already found that he had no food and clothing in the last few years of his last life, and his desire to start over was obviously much heavier.

"Everything is packed, when will you leave tomorrow?" asked the maid to bring up the rouge rice that was warm in the casserole, Qi Runyun took it and handed it to Song Qingyi first, and then took a bowl himself. He is now slowly getting used to eating with Song Qingyi and chatting about some homely things.

"Well, it's about the same time, not too early. The craftsmen have a lot to prepare in the morning, and we will go there in the afternoon, just when they are free, they can take us to familiarize ourselves with it first. "The Song family's kiln factory is not like the Qi family's small scale of the furnace test workshop, there are three standard dragon kilns alone, all of which are kilns that are more than ten long along the hillside. The land in the city can't fit such a large factory, and the suburbs are mostly fields, so the Songjia kiln factory is some distance from the city. The Song family has a hill outside the city, and the Song family's kiln factory was built along the mountain to the mountainside, and it is an hour smaller to take a carriage from the Song family.

"I went out early in the morning, and I didn't call you when I saw that you didn't wake up, so you rested okay?" After finishing the meal, he couldn't rest directly, although the time was not early, but Song Qingyi and Qi Runyun went to see the small study that had just been arranged.

The small study was originally a wing room, so the place is not small, there are inside and outside, the outer room is placed with a bookcase, the side and back are bookcases and Bogu shelves, the bookcase has been put on some books, most of them are brought back from the Qi family this time, the Bogu shelf is full of things, but in addition to a few large monochrome glass ornaments, many are clay sculptures of various colors, no need to think that it must be from the hands of their own Zhengjun. There is also a bookcase near the window, and a pair of rose chairs with yellow flowers and pears are placed, with a table in the middle and a chessboard on it. After looking around, the rest is fine, but this Bogu frame, Song Qingyi looked at it with great interest.

The small study was cleaned up by the subordinates when Song Qingyi accompanied Qi Runyun to Ningning, and the ornaments and books were arranged and put up by Qi Runyun himself today, seeing that Song Qingyi was looking seriously in front of the Bogu shelf, thinking about the things he was pinching casually, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes. Therefore, he was unprepared for a moment when Song Qingyi suddenly asked a question, and he was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted to the meaning of the question, the embarrassment in his eyes suddenly spread to his face, and he didn't know how to answer.

Looking at the side face of his own Zhengjun turned over, Song Qingyi smiled silently, afraid that he would be annoyed and angry, coughed lightly, and then asked, "You pinched the thing on this shelf, right?" I now think it's the right thing to do with you to make a mold for me, but I have to work hard so as not to be worthy of your skills. ”

Seeing that Song Qingyi finally stopped teasing people with private matters, Qi Runyun turned around, "After all, I have been groping by myself for more than ten years, and I haven't really pinched the mold, these can only be regarded as clay sculptures." ”

Hearing Qi Runyun's words, Song Qingyi raised his eyebrows and did not speak. From the experience of the previous life, he understood that this person's character was stubborn and serious, and he still admitted death. Otherwise, how could he sacrifice his marriage for the sake of the family, how could he lose a lot of his pregnancy and childbirth because of the name of the husband and wife who existed in name only, and finally guarded the tablet of the Song Qi family with hatred. Therefore, there was no surprise in his answer, before he actually burned a piece of glass, he would not feel that there was anything outstanding about the craftsmanship he had practiced for so long.

This night's rest, Qi Runyun only paused for the matter of only one quilt on the bed, and then lay down to rest as usual, if it weren't for Song Qingyi finding the stiffness between this person's movements, it is estimated that he would have thought that he had adapted well to the intimacy between the two.

However, this kind of Qi Runyun made Song Qingyi feel that it was interesting to tease, and it would not be dead and silent at a young age like in the previous life, and it made him feel that he could really change a lot of things if he did it again.

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On the second day, as Song Qingyi expected, when they arrived at the kiln factory, it was just after noon, and the lunch was a dry food snack prepared at home, and the craftsmen in the kiln factory had just finished eating, and the craftsmen arranged by Uncle Nan were already waiting for them at the gate of the kiln factory.

It was a simple middle-aged man, some people on the side called him Zheng Tou'er, he was a little dark, he was a laughing person, and he didn't have the dull appearance of a craftsman as Song Qingyi imagined, and he also spoke in a certain way, and occasionally laughed innocently when he couldn't answer, he was a person who made people feel bad.