Lin Shan, who was worried, gave up the method of using drugs to make Ma An sober. He opened the door and window of Ma An's room, and used a book on the table that Ma An usually liked to read before going to bed as a fan, and walked back and forth in the room to fan the wind for a while. When he felt that the air inside and outside smelled like nothing else, he put down the book, closed the doors and windows, and then kicked under the bed where Ma An was sleeping, then pulled a chair and sat on the edge of the bed.

The bed board was kicked mercilessly by Lin Shan with a muffled sound, and finally woke up the person lying on the bed. Ma An's body buried in the quilt moved, and his eyes opened a slit slightly. It's just that this crack soon burst open, and Ma An, who felt the light in the room, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and sat up straight from the bed. The quilt that had been skewed over him was half thrown off and drooped to the ground because of his fierce movements, but Ma An ignored it.

He just turned his head to look at Lin Shan, and then he saw Lin Shan and said slowly, "Why are you like Mo Ye tonight." If we weren't all familiar with each other, I'd probably think he'd been a nocturnal wanderer when I saw a sleeping man suddenly sit up from his bed. ”

When Lin Shan said this, he casually picked up the Persona book on the small table next to him that he had used as a fan just now, raised it towards Ma An, and said with a smile: "Can you stop reading this kind of book before going to bed?" Can you sleep soundly? ”

"I've never believed in talk." Ma An said casually, probably because he had slept for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Although old wine is good, people who have drunk too much will still have headaches and swollen eyes when they wake up, which overlaps with the feeling of waking up after being drugged. Ma An rubbed his face vigorously with his hand, and suddenly put his hand down again. looked at Lin Shan and said, "You were kicking my bed just now?" ”

Lin Shan shrugged his eyebrows and said, "If you say that the ghost did it, you won't believe it." ”

A strange smile appeared on Maan's face, and he reached out and grabbed his messy hair, his eyes fixed on the gap under the closed door. After a while, he asked again, "It's not dawn yet, what's the matter with waking me up?" ”

"The eldest sister has been sent away by me." After Lin Shan said this, he put away his smile, and said solemnly: "Come and help me move the book." ”

……

Move books. It was two days ago. Lin Shan, please take care of Ma An's business.

It's just that Ma An at that time still questioned this, how many books do you need to use the word 'move' to describe it? It wasn't until tonight that he finally understood.

There aren't many books, in fact. There were about twenty bundles, but of course they were the books that Hayashi had picked out and needed to take to Kyoto, compared to the abandoned books that were left in the study. It can also be described by the word 'less'.

The point is that the process of moving is a bit of a small twist.

Ma An also learned tonight that the backyard had become an iron bucket, and the carriage had already stopped outside the backyard yard wall. Then you have to pack your bags and put them in the car. You have to go out of the front yard and then go around to the outside of the backyard wall.

The reason why he acted in such a roundabout way, Ma An also tacitly agreed with Lin Shan, most likely to prevent the old man of the Xing family living directly opposite the front yard! Although his identity was found out by Lin Shan early and locked in the scope of the Sichuan Zhou Army that had not been disbanded more than ten years ago, it has not been possible to accurately find out what kind of position his identity is in for so many years. This is really a result that makes people feel uneasy.

The sound of Ma An's footsteps moving back and forth in the house made Mo Ye, who was already forcibly pretending to be asleep, more sober. At this time, the footsteps are heavier than when a normal person walks. It didn't sound familiar to Mo Ye, it had unconsciously turned into a drum music. The drum is the earth, the drum is beaten by a person's feet, the drum sound without accompaniment is monotonous but calm, and the style without variation is dull but heavy, which faintly makes Mo Ye feel a sense of urging.

So after lying down with his eyes closed but his mind clear for a while, Mo Ye didn't continue to pretend to be asleep. She got up silently and got dressed, sat down at the table beside the bed, and lit the candle with the fire that had been on the table for a long time. He was about to leave this house, Mo Ye's eyes looked around the house, and he felt that he had to take something with him. However, when she thought about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, Master should have been prepared, so for a while, she suddenly realized that there seemed to be nothing worth bringing, except for the cloak that had been taken away by her aunt.

At this time, Mo Ye was already much calmer than just now, so when she thought about the cloak again, she quickly sensed a trace of doubt. Thinking back to what her aunt had said last night, and comparing it with what Master said when she woke up, Mo Ye suddenly realized a problem, her heart tightened, and she muttered in a lost voice: "Why, even this thing is not allowed for her to leave to me......"

Then, she tried to tell herself not to think about it anymore, and for this reason, the palm that lay flat on the table slowly clenched into a fist. In the end, when thinking of the words 'no worries and no worries', Mo Ye was finally able to relax, and at the same time there was a touch of sadness in his heart - it seemed that it might be really difficult for him to see his aunt again in the future.

With this realization, she opened the drawer without purpose, so after this act was completed, she was at a loss to know what to do, and at a glance, she saw the knife used to cut paper in the drawer. After a moment of sluggishness, her eyes gradually lit up, and she suddenly had a thought in her heart that she had never had before.

After a moment's hesitation, she looked away from the knife and looked around the room, where her gaze finally fell on a needle and thread tray on a chair by the wall. It was something left by the Li family, but the reason why Mo Ye noticed it at this time was no longer a feeling of parting.

She brought the tray directly to the table, pulled it, and found that there was only spare needle and thread in the plate, but the needle that had been threaded was missing. Mo Ye's heart sank when she realized this, but she brought the plate for another matter, so she quickly put away this mood.

She took a needle, threaded it, picked a piece of cloth that was a little thicker, and made a gesture with the knife, and then cut the size of the paper from the head with scissors, and then she began to untie the cloth. Taking off her coat, she thought for a moment, then took off her jacket again, then turned it over, grabbed the sleeve of her right hand, covered it with the strip of cloth she had cut out according to the size of her dagger, and quickly sewed it up.

Mo Ye's needlework is not very good, compared with ordinary girls of this age, it can only be described as poor. However, her needlework skills, which only stayed at the level of mending socks, were enough for today's matter.

It was just a matter of sewing a sandwich on the sleeve and putting a very small paper cutter, which did not take much time. Because this is an action on the jacket, it doesn't matter if the stitches are ugly, as long as the sandwich is firm. Mo Ye thought in his heart while trying to stab the seams. So after sewing a sparse stitch, she sewed it again on the original basis.

After sewing the sandwich, Mo Ye stuffed the knife in. When it comes to sewing, Mo Ye's experience is almost equal to zero, so this sandwich is slightly tighter, but Mo Ye is more satisfied with it. However, she finally added a needle to the entrance and exit of this mezzanine, in order to prevent the knife from falling accidentally, and the thread carried by this needle, Mo Ye pulled it loosely, so that when necessary, the line that prevented the knife from falling would not block her hand from pulling out the knife.

After doing this, Mo Ye put down the needle and thread and cleaned up the plate slightly, and then she felt a chill on her back. Although it has been more than two months since the beginning of spring at this time, the cold air still exists at night. She did needlework for a long time in a single dress, but it was only a finger movement, and her body basically did not move, and at this time she felt cold hands and feet, and her fingertips were slightly stiff.

Mo Ye hurriedly put on her clothes, stood up and stomped her feet, and then she practiced the movements of 'bending elbows and probing sleeves' and 'pinching the line and drawing the knife' a few times on a whim, and couldn't help laughing at herself in her heart.

This little trick is too far behind the group of young people who really practice kung fu in Shanshui Academy. Mo Ye was not ignorant enough to use this trick to make some trouble, but because Lin Shan never agreed to teach her martial arts, and Mo Ye, who felt that the aura of danger was approaching, could only find a way to keep a hand. I just hope that this little trick can work at a critical moment!

After making a fuss in his room, it was impossible for Mo Ye to lie back in bed again. Ma An's footsteps moving books have stopped for a while, although I don't know that during this silent time, Mo Ye doesn't know what his Uncle Ma has done, but based on this, even if he doesn't go out, it won't be long before the master will come to call her.

When he left his room, the hall outside was dark. The door was open, and it was still dark outside, and Mo Ye could see things in the hall clearly, just because he borrowed the light from the study.

Mo Ye's room was next door to Lin Shan's study, so as soon as she walked out of her room, she could easily see the scene in the study.

There were a few gaps in the shelves in the study that used to be full of books, as if a person's usually neat row of front teeth had suddenly been knocked out, which looked a little strange. The desk was a little messy, and there were many dusty moults scattered on the table and floor, perhaps because there were so many books turned over during the day.

Behind the desk, Lin Shan sat on a chair, but at this time he closed his eyes and his head was on the side, until Mo Ye walked into the study, he didn't move, it seemed that he was asleep...... (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the Biquge www.biquge.info () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation