"Miss—Miss?" Oriyu's voice came from outside the door: "Strange, how did it lock it." ”

Zhi Yu pushed the door hard, but it was locked from the inside, Ling Yi wouldn't lock the door casually!

She shouted again: "Miss, the maid has brought you hot water." ”

Ling Yi looked at Gong Yunrui: "My maid is back, if the second young master doesn't want to be discovered, it's best to go over there-" She looked at the window.

Gong Yunrui came over today on a temporary basis, he just suddenly wanted to see Ling Yi and ask her what she was hiding.

Originally, he also knew that it was impossible for the latter to tell the truth, but he thought that with his extraordinary observation power, he could observe the slightest flaw in Ling Yi's behavior and language.

But the result disappointed him very much, because now, he was not sure what Ling Yi was going to do and what he wanted to get, and he felt that she seemed to have some big secret, but outside that secret, there was a cloud of fog wrapped in it, so that he couldn't see through it no matter what.

"Miss, if you don't open the door again, the maid will break in." Oriha was a little worried.

Ling Yi got up and went to open the door.

Ori Yu entered the house and looked at it, and said worriedly, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, the wind blows open the window, and it's cold." Ling Yi motioned for Zhi Yu to close the window and walked towards the bed.

"But there's no wind tonight." Oriha muttered to herself, closing the window.

Because Ling Yi had already gotten up, she asked Ling Yi to carry the bath bucket out, and then laid a quilt for Ling Yi to lie down.

Ling leaned on the head of the bed and was silent for a moment. asked, "Did the weaving fan send a message back?" ”

In the afternoon, she asked the weaving fan to do something, but by this time the person had not returned, and she didn't know what the situation was.

Ori Yu shook her head: "The eldest lady asked her to find the bookstore." It's just that most of the bookstores in Beijing are listed in the official register, and each has its own unique printing method, which is easy to find out.

There was a bookstore in the slums, and almost no one knew about it, and it was only when the servants came out of there that they knew that they had gone there, and they were afraid that they would not be able to come back tonight. It's supposed to be a busy night. ”

Ling Yi bowed her head slightly and lay down on her side.

At that time, the weaving fan was in the slums, as Weaving Yu said. Last time I came here to find Fu Yan, that is, Fu Zixin's father, this time, she still came to find Fu Yan.

The Fu family's father and son helped Ling Yi. Ling Yi naturally wanted to be grateful. left Fu Zixin to work in Moguan.

In terms of income, it is also considerable, although it is impossible to buy a house in the city, but it is possible to rent a small household to make ends meet.

Fu Zixin said several times that he would take Fu Yan to live in the city, but the old man had stayed in the slums all his life, saying that he was old and had never experienced any wind and rain. Except for the dilapidated place where I live, the living environment is worse, and everything else is fine.

But I've been used to this environment for decades. On the contrary, I am not used to moving to the city.

Fu Zixin said that he couldn't tell his father, so he could only let him live in the slum for the time being.

Weaving a fan to see Fu Yan. Fu Yan was very happy, although his old eyes were dizzy and he couldn't even see the face of the weaving fan clearly, he still saw that the latter was red and brightly dressed, and he was very pleased.

"You two sisters are good children, God has finally treated you well, and finally met a good person."

Weaving Fan smiled: "It is indeed a blessing from the previous life, but Uncle Fu is also out of the way now, why don't you go to the city with Brother Fu, your legs and feet are inconvenient, how good it is to have Brother Fu by your side to take care of you." ”

Fu Yan sighed and shook his head: "Hey-people are old, I can't live long, I don't want to go to those places, it's good here, when I was the most depressed, it was here that accepted me, I didn't want to leave." ”

The weaving fan seemed to understand or not, thinking that he was nostalgic for the old days, and remembered the purpose of his visit this time, so he didn't ask more questions on this topic, but said: "Uncle Fu still remembers the Gawa who sold books?" ”

"Jawa?" Fu Yan thought for a while, "I haven't seen him for a long time, he was arrested for selling books some time ago, and I don't know if he will be released now." ”

"Caught?" Weaving Fan was surprised at first, and then disappointed: "No wonder I went to his place and got cobwebs, so what should I do-"

Fu Yan heard her anxiety and said with concern: "What's wrong?" Having a hard time? ”

Weaving Fan half-concealed and half-revealed: "I have a friend who wrote a book and wanted to find someone to print it, and you also know that those places in the city can only publish books by relying on relationships, and I remember that Gawa can print it there, so I came to ask." ”

Fu Yan nodded: "Gawa can be printed, but no one is here, you need this thing, do you need it urgently?" ”

The weaving fan was stunned for a moment, looking at Fu Yan's half-squinted cloudy eyes, and suddenly had a feeling of being seen through.

She sneered: "It's really a bit urgent. ”

Fu Yan touched his gray beard, thought for a moment, and didn't know whether to mumble to himself, or to say to the weaving fan: "He is kind to our father and son, and I will return him a favor today." ”

The weaving fan was confused: "Whose kindness is it?" ”

Fu Yan didn't answer, but groped his way to stand up, "You come with me." ”

"Where?" The weaving fan supported Fu Yan.

Fu Yan walked into the house, the furnishings in the house were very simple, only a bed, a table and a cabinet, the ground was full of potholes, walking was deep and shallow, and the dim candlelight was not enough to illuminate the house.

The weaving fan carefully supported Fu Yan, for fear that he would plant it.

Walking to the bed, Fu Yan was tinkering at the foot of the bed for a while, and suddenly heard a rumbling sound, and the weaving fan could even feel the vibration of the ground.

She was startled and said hurriedly: "What's the matter, the ground is moving?" ”

Fu Yan laughed: "I see that your little girl is quite bold on weekdays, but I didn't expect it to be as good as an old man like me." ”

At this time, Weaving Fan had already noticed that another door had opened in the house, knowing that this was Fu Yan's secret room, and his face was embarrassed, "How did I know that Uncle Fu was deeply hidden, and there was no hole in this house." ”

Fu Yan touched his beard and walked into the secret room.

It's said to be a secret room, but in fact, it's just an extra compartment, but you can't open the door from the outside, and you can only open the door by touching the mechanism.

At this time, Weaving Fan didn't have the heart to think about why there was a secret room in Fu Yan's humble room, because she had already opened her mouth in surprise by the furnishings in the room.

Although it is just as ordinary and simple, there are only a few large tables and a few large cabinets, but the tables, cabinets, are full of all kinds of calligraphy, painting and carvings, which are worth a lot at a glance.

"Uncle Fu, these things are not stolen by you." Weaving Fan looked at Fu Yan in astonishment, after all, the latter lives in such poverty, why does he still have so many treasures?

She has also seen many precious things with Ling Yi, and she has some eyesight, and if she takes out one of them, she can make ordinary people eat and dress for several years without worrying.

Fu Yan's eyes widened: "What kind of person will you Fu Uncle be?" ”

"Of course not." Weaving Fan visited, "But there are so many things, does Brother Fu know?" If he knew that you had the ability to let him eat and wear without worry, but let him live a life without a meal, he was afraid that he would resent you to death. ”

Fu Yan's face turned gloomy, "I'm sorry for that kid." ”

Seeing the sadness that poked him, Weaving Fan hurriedly apologized: "I don't mean anything else, Brother Fu is filial, he will definitely understand you, and I also believe that Uncle Fu must have some hardships." ”

"Okay, don't talk about that, just take out the things."

Fu Yan vacated an empty table, groped around the corner of the wall for a while, and finally carried a dusty cloth bag, took out all the contents and placed them neatly on the table.

"It's been useless for a long time, and I don't know if I can use it again, I just hope my hand is not broken." He said as he stretched out his hand to the weaving fan.

Only then did the weaving fan ease up, and hurriedly handed the letter that Ling Yi gave her to Fu Yan, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect Uncle Fu to print, he is really a master who is well hidden." ”

"What's so difficult about this, think about me back then-" Uncle Fu suddenly stopped talking, everything turned into a long sigh, looked at the letter, and handed it to the weaving fan and said: "You read it to me, I can't see it clearly."

Besides, go and take out all the candles under my bed and light them, why don't you come in the daytime and don't waste so many of my candles. ”

Weaving fan smiled: "When the matter is over, I will buy a bag of candles for Uncle Fu to use until you are old." ”

"What are you talking about, pointing to me to die of old age quickly." Fu Yan deliberately kept a straight face.

The fan grimaced and hurriedly went outside to get a candle.

The house was lit up as bright as day, and Fu Yan began to work.

This night, neither of them slept, although Fu Yan was old, but when he was doing things, he couldn't stop at all, thinking that he must have been a workaholic when he was young.

Time slipped away quietly in the secret room, although Fu Yan was old, his skills were not rusty, and he was quick to do things.

When he helped Fu Yan out of the secret room, the matter was already over.

The weaving fan boiled hot water for Fu Yan, and after taking care of him to sleep, he took his things and went out.

Winter is already bright late, and it's still dark outside.

The weaving fan shivered coldly, sighed, and began to walk the streets and alleys with the entrance of the slum as a point.

I thought I had to do this by myself, but I didn't expect that just after walking two streets, Lu Xiaotian appeared.

"Your sister is not at ease, she didn't sleep all night when she was worried, so I came over to see her feel at ease."

Weaving fan hehehe, he smiled, and gave a blessing to take care of things: "Thank you brother-in-law for helping, and I will tell my sister when I turn around, saying that your brother-in-law is really a good person." ”

"A good person can't be a good person, you just need to say a few more kind words for me in front of your sister, let her marry me as a wife next year, and I will teach you another set of boxing techniques."

Weaving Fan's eyes lit up: "Really? ”

"Don't speak." Lu Xiaotian clasped his hands together.

Weaving Fan clapped his hands happily and made an appointment with Lu Xiaotian.

*

The next day, without the weaving feather screaming, Ling Yi got up by herself, and walked out of the Lan Pavilion after hurriedly washing.

It was still early, and there were only some servants and maids working in the house.

Ling Yi waited anxiously, and walked around the garden twice before seeing Zhi Yu come to report to him.

"Miss-Miss, go and take a look outside, there's a lot of trouble outside." (To be continued......)