When Mu Cripple saw Yu Chunhua, he was naturally an old friend and a cousin, Yu Chunhua took his hand and greeted him for a long time before he remembered to let someone serve tea. As soon as the tea came up, Liao Caichen came in, and while holding the heavy silver ingot in his hand, he smiled at Yu Chunhua, "There is such a rare thing, he actually treats me as a woman, and he wants to invite me to sing in his house the day after tomorrow." ”

Yu Chunhua let out an "ah" and said with a smile, "This person doesn't live in Qingzhou at first glance, otherwise how could he not know you." ”

Hearing this, the smile on Liao Caichen's face disappeared, he touched the silver ingot, and said thoughtfully, "But it's not that you can't go, singing such a play, the silver he gives should not be less." ”

"What if he finds out?" Yu Chunhua and Mu Cripple asked him in unison.

"What do you find, I sing, he listens to the play, this is not fake, is it still deliberately deceived him?" Liao Caichen didn't care, he pulled Yu Chunhua's sleeve and said, "Class master, you can go with me that day, just in case." ”

Yu Chunhua showed hesitation, "I'm afraid he has other ideas, then it won't be easy to do." ”

I don't know if it's because his voice is low or Liao Caichen is thinking about other things, anyway, he left in a trance as if he hadn't heard Yu Chunhua speak, and he didn't even take off the makeup on his face. Seeing him leave, Mu Cripple said to Yu Chunhua, "Which horn is this, why haven't I seen it before." ”

Yu Chunhua glanced at Liao Caichen's back and lowered his voice, "It's only been less than a year, and I don't obey discipline, but I have a good voice, and my troupe can't do without him." It's a pity that this Liao Caichen never put his heart on singing, otherwise he might be a famous character in the future. ”

Speaking of this, he said "oops", "Xiao Wu, just patronizing the two of us talking, why did you forget this girl, didn't she come with you?" ”

"She's ......" Mu Cripple laughed dryly, "She's not feeling well, go back to the inn to rest first, and let her come to see you another day." ”

"Your granddaughter is amazing," Yu Chunhua shook his head and threw a peanut into his mouth, "Do you remember back then?" You tried several times and didn't get Xiao Shun'er's soul back, but she embroidered it all at once. Hey, how old was she that year, twelve? If you want me to say, this is better than blue, this girl is definitely born to eat your food. ”

This is the second person today to say to Mu Cripple, "Blue is better than blue", he smiled bitterly, and muttered in his heart, "Xiao Wu, you have been walking long enough this time, when will you be able to come back." ”

***

Under the oil lamp, Zhao Zaimai was sitting precariously, holding a three-inch wolf in his right hand, and seriously writing something on the white paper in front of him.

I don't know if the oil lamp is too dim or he hasn't written for a long time, he always feels that his font is crooked and unelegant, so even though there are seven or eight paper balls around him, he still resolutely discards the white paper into a ball and discards it under the table again.

"Squeak", the door behind him was pushed open a crack, Zhao Zaimai was already a little anxious, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head with his eyebrows locked, wanting to see who was disturbing him in the middle of the night.

The cracks in the door were filled with night, like the ink he had just grinded.

Zhao Zai pushed the gold wire glasses at the corner of his forehead and said loudly, "Who is it?" ”

No one answered, only a wind blew in through the hall, blowing the light of the oil lamp bean-sized fire and shaking and shaking.

Zhao Tsaimai frowned and looked out of the door for a while, finally stood up and walked over, looking out: the entire corridor was pitch black, leaving only a silver side by the window where the moonlight could shine.

A figure stood silently in the light, casting an irregular shadow on the window.

"Xiao Wu? It's not ......" Zhao Zamai recognized the figure, the look on his face suddenly tightened, and he immediately forced himself to relax, and smiled at her, "Great fairy, why are you here alone on this big night?" ”

Sang squinted at him, staring at the hairs behind his back that stood up, "I can't sleep, can I stay in your room for a while?" ”

Zhao Zaimai knew that he couldn't refuse it at all, so he could only wave his hand into the room and make a Western-style invitation gesture, "Of course." ”

Sang stepped into the room, looked at the paper ball on the ground, and said softly, "Are you writing a letter?" ”

"Well, write to my father and tell him that the matter of Fushou Paste is over, and I will return to Beijing in a few days." Speaking of his father, a trace of loneliness flashed in Zhao Zaimai's eyes, but he quickly covered it up. There was no word between the two for a while, and the atmosphere became more and more embarrassing, Zhao Zimai saw Sang staring intently at an oiled paper bag on the table, so he asked, "Are you hungry?" I have some snacks here. ”

After saying this, he suddenly felt a little stupid, what does Sang eat? Even if it's hungry, how can it feed it with snacks?

But he didn't think that his eyes moved, and his hand touched his stomach, "I haven't eaten for a long time, I'm a little hungry." ”

Zhao Zaimai turned around and walked to the table, took the oiled paper bag and opened it, "This is a golden cake, I used to eat it when I was in Jingshi, so when I saw it on the street today, I couldn't help but buy some ......."

"Why did you throw all these letters away?" Sang put a piece of gold cake into his mouth, picked up a paper ball, unfolded it and laid it flat on his lap, "The boy knelt down on his father's knees, you only wrote the beginning of this letter, why did you throw it away?" ”

Zhao Zaimai didn't expect her to read her letters casually, but after thinking about it, where would she understand so many rules for such an indistinguishable person. However, Rao was like this, and an irrepressible anger suddenly rose in his heart, so without thinking about it, he reached out and snatched the letter back.

"You can't read other people's letterheads......" After saying this, he regretted it, when did he be so bold as to dare to bump into it, in case it was unhappy and threw himself under the cliff, it would be too much to gain and lose.

To his surprise, Sang was not angry, it looked up at him, its eyelids did not blink, "You haven't answered my question yet, why did you throw away these letters, you didn't make a mistake, and your handwriting was clear and neat, so why did you write it over and over again?" ”

Zhao Zimai's chest suddenly felt very stuffy, as if it was blocked by something. Why did it have to chase after him, forcing him to face the last thing he wanted to face?

"I don't think my handwriting is good enough." After a long time, he barely squeezed a smile out of his face and said softly, "When I was a child, I couldn't write well, so I didn't dare to sleep." ”