Shang Cheng's arrival made Aunt Seventeen overjoyed. Although when Huo Shiqi went out in the morning, she did tell her husband to ask him to invite Shang Cheng over for a meal, but it was just talking, and she didn't have much hope in her heart. Although she is a rural aunt who is not very literate and has little knowledge, she is sensible after all, and knows that the closer to a big festival like the Mid-Autumn Festival, the more affairs of Shangcheng will be, and the busier she will be; It is unlikely that he will have time to sit and talk at home, and it is likely that he will come over to sit for a while on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival; It is more likely that when Yue'er came to pay a holiday to herself, she brought two greetings and a few gifts by the way...... She sighed at the thought of it. Alas, speaking of which, now the two families have a front street and a back alley, and the two doors before and after are only three or five zhang apart, which is not much closer than the one south and one west in Huojiabao, but when the monk comes to sit at home, it is not as good as the time in Huojiabao. When he was in Huojiabao, as long as the monk didn't go out to find a way to live, he would always go home once, what about now? I'm afraid that a slap can count the number of times a monk has come to the door......

However, what she thought was the most unlikely happened.

The husband actually invited the monk.

After a short period of surprise, she immediately got busy, while enthusiastically welcoming Shang Cheng into the hall, while asking the eldest girl to hurry up and prepare the best tea and soup, and like a female general, she rolled up her sleeves and stood under the porch, and loudly ordered all kinds of vegetables, vegetables, and preserved meat to be prepared in the stove room, and she wanted to cook this banquet herself.

Huo Shiqi hurriedly stopped his mother-in-law. Her ability in front of the pot stove can be regarded as a "unique craft" in Huojiabao, but it is not worth anything in Yanzhou City; If she really cooks today, takes big fat slices of braised eggplant, fried old tofu and salt mixed with shallots to entertain Shang Cheng, then it will become a joke in the eyes of the people in the city in a few days!

Aunt Seventeen disagreed with her husband's opinion. She also has her own reasons: it is rare for a monk to go back to Huo's house, and she is happy to be an aunt, so what's wrong with eating and drinking? The court didn't say that fried tofu can't be used to entertain guests. However, she said it in her mouth, and she also knew in her heart that she couldn't handle her skills now, so she only made a salt-to-salt shallots in the stove. She also told the cook to avoid meat and spicy when cooking dishes, one by one, the monk has eye diseases and has been taking medicine, and he has avoided eating a lot, so don't cause old age and illness for this meal.

Yue'er and Pan'er, who got the news, came over quickly. Erya, who had been playing outside for two days and didn't settle down, also came back. It's rare for two families to get so neat......

The dinner was very rich, with two large tables of pan-fried dishes, plates, bowls and pans, and a variety of dishes. Undoubtedly, among the large oily meats on the table, the shallots mixed with salt on a black pottery plate became the most inconspicuous dish. However, Aunt Seventeen did not lose face because of this. Shang Cheng was full of praise for the dish, and he was completely swept away by two plates of green onions carefully prepared with minced garlic, miso, fine salt and fragrant sesame oil. But when Aunt Seventeen specially mixed a big bowl for him and brought it up, he only picked a few chopsticks and didn't touch the dish again.

After eating, of course, the girls followed Aunt Seventeen to talk about homely things, Huo Shiqi first let Shang Cheng to his study, and then went to get "63 Stickers" by himself. Although this post is just a facsimile, and he already knows that the real work is from Shang Cheng's handwriting, but the facsimile is from Lu Ji's own hand, and "63 Post" is even more famous, so no matter what, this is a precious object that can be heirlooms, and he is also cautious, not only found a refined and simple sandalwood box to hold, but also carefully stored the sandalwood box in the bedroom of the two.

But not all of the good things brought by prudence were good, at least this time the result was a bit unexpected for him. Seventeen aunts and they were talking in the room, and they all saw him unlock and rummage through the box and carefully take out a wooden box. Erya immediately asked curiously, "Dad, what are you holding in your hand?" ”

Aunt Seventeen, who knew the inside story, immediately scolded her: "You don't ask about adult things!" ”

The second girl pouted and was silent. The same curious girls also lowered their heads and did not dare to speak. Siya was the youngest, not very sensible, biting an oily finger and leaning on the eldest sister's knee, staring at the wooden box in Huo Shiqi's hand with big black eyes without blinking, she probably thought that her father was holding some rare food.

Huo Shiqi was about to walk out of the house, suddenly stopped and turned back and said, "I want to know what this box is?" Okay, come with me. He motioned to his mother-in-law not to worry, and continued, "Come to the study, and I'll show you something." One by one, I hope you will come too. Recruit your brother and take your sister to sleep. ”

Shang Cheng was sitting in the study with a copy of "Three Kingdoms Volume XXXI" and reading under the lantern, when he heard the footsteps outside, and heard the second girl muttering something "precious objects", put down the book and stood up to greet the door, the candlelight was dim and suddenly brightened Huo Shiqi had already pushed the door in.

This study room is not big, and there are two shelves of books and a long table and two chairs, the place is already cramped, and now six or seven people are pouring in together, the breath is drifting, the light is swaying, the walls are crowded, and the dark shadows are crowded, and it suddenly looks even more cramped and crowded. Huo Shiqi sat down first, Aunt Seventeen also sat down, and the eldest girl quietly moved a drum stool from next door to Shang Cheng, poured a cup of tea for him and Huo Shiqi, and then lit a lantern and put it on the desk, and then walked behind Aunt Seventeen and stood with her sisters.

When she did these things, Huo Shiqi didn't speak. He sat half-sideways at his desk, half of his face illuminated by the pale light of the lantern, and a blush seemed to be hidden under his clear cheeks, like a fire leaping on his slightly bulging cheekbones. He held the wooden box in his left hand, and gently stroked the two copper bells on the wooden box with his right hand, and the dark pupils in his slender eyes that were slightly narrowed seemed to be so deep that they could not be bounded, staring straight at the long black shadow dragged out of the wall. After a long time, he exhaled slowly, and said in an incomparably low and incomparably majestic voice:

"You know, what do I have in my hand?"

Several girls were frightened by his gloomy voice, you look at me, I look at you, and shake their heads together with frightened expressions.

"This is our ......," he said, suddenly a little unanswerable. He originally wanted to say "two families", but when the words came to his lips, he remembered that there were not only the Huo family and merchants in the house, but also Liu Yue'er and Yang Pan'er...... After a pause, he said, "This is where the lives of our families are at stake. Although the words were round, his tone was inevitably a little suffocating, and his thoughts were a little scattered, so he simply closed his mouth and looked at the four girls behind his wife one by one with slanted eyes.

Shang Chengzheng lowered his head and drank water, listening to him say extremely solemnly, as if something terrible had happened, and he was a little stunned when he was playing with tea, which one of the seventeen uncles was making trouble? Didn't you say that it was good to watch "63 Stickers"? Even if "63 Stickers" is rare and rare, no matter how precious it is, it is just a book sticker, not to mention that it is still a copy, how can it be life-threatening? He didn't think about it, put down the tea bowl and said with a smile: "Uncle, don't scare a few sisters." You said too much, even I was a little frightened......" Yixiao reached out and took the wooden box from Huo Shiqi's hand, opened it and took out the handscroll, and said in a flash, "Sisters, don't be afraid." This is a book sticker.,It's not a real thing yet.,It's just rare.,It's not a line with life at all.。 If it is really an urgent official file, Uncle Seventeen will not show it to you when he takes it home. He looked down at the handscroll.

By the light of the lantern on the table, the frontispiece is clearly written in eight regular scripts:

"Mr. Yu Missing's Friend's Letter"

The wrong paragraph is a line of regular script small characters, "Jiyang Lu's Gonglin", the word is warm and dignified, it is Lu Ji's handwriting, I can't help but shake my head and laugh and say: "This Lu Bofu!" …… It's really not interesting. A few days ago, I also said that he would lend me the "63 Post" to admire, but he swore that he didn't have this thing at home, and he swindled me out of a word before leaving. The guy ...... "It's quiet in the study, and he's talking alone; It made him feel a little bored. He knew that Huo Shiqi and his family were looking at him nervously, and the four girls had not yet recovered from Huo Shiqi's stern admonition just now, and stood on tiptoe by the wall and did not dare to move. Alas, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a festive day, and Uncle Seventeen has no reason to make such a scene, and the lively atmosphere of the festival has been wiped out...... He didn't look up and continued, "When I go to his house the day after tomorrow, I will definitely ask him face to face, who is the one who gambled and said that this thing is hidden in the house is a puppy!" ”

What is "63 Stickers", everyone in this room knows; The Lu family has a collection of "63 Stickers", and everyone has heard of it; Lu Ji himself has seen it for everyone. Now hearing that Shang Cheng had always made the dignified and majestic lady look like a naughty boy on the street, Aunt Seventeen and Pan'er immediately burst out laughing. The eldest girl also lowered her head to cover her mouth, leaning against the wall, and laughing so that her shoulders and head moved. Yue'er and Erya squatted on the ground with laughter, clutching their stomachs and exhaling in pain. Huo Shiqi just took a sip of water, he couldn't hold back and didn't dare to laugh, his face was flushed, and finally he couldn't hold back, and he sprayed all the tea soup to the ground, and coughed on his back. The solemn atmosphere in the room was swept away.

Shang Cheng was also amused by his words.

Amid the laughter of the crowd, he untied the silk thread tied to the handscroll and slowly unfolded the handscroll with some doubts......

That night, when he and Lu Ji talked about calligraphy and painting, he heard Lu Ji mention "Mr. Yu Lack" many times, and he always thought it was "another shortage" or "long shortage", but he didn't expect it to be "Yu Lack". From the first time he saw these two words, he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere. But the feeling was so vague that he couldn't remember where he had seen it, and he didn't even have a clue......