Qian Xun took the reins and drove the horse, counted the silver taels in the purse distressedly, pouted and cast a vicious gaze on Hua Wuji: "Why did you give her so much?" We only have ten taels of silver left! Don't you want to think about the two of us, she's only alone, and she can use so much? You pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and you should think about how poor we will be in the future, right? I said don't you like her......"

Listening to Qianxun gushing and complaining there, Hua Wuji had no intention of theorizing with her, but when she heard her last sentence, she couldn't help but raise her voice and interrupt her: "No." ”

After speaking, the originally parallel flower drove the horse to Qianxun quickly. Qian Xun, who hadn't figured out the situation on the spot, cursed in his mouth, waved the reins and followed.

By the time Hua Wuji and Qianxun arrived in Nancheng, it was already seven days later. When I didn't go to a place, there were always some storytellers patting the waking wood and talking about those anecdotes about the rivers and lakes. Qianxun naturally felt fresh, because every place where he settled, every storyteller said something about Hua Wuji and Xue Ling, and the people listened to the story even if they were it, and the key was that what each storyteller said was not the same.

For example, when the slightly older generation of storytellers talked about how Hua Wuji and Xue Ling had a falling out, it was concluded that it was because Xue Ling violated the bottom line of Hua Wuji's interests and found some small tricks in Hua Wuji, and had to get rid of it quickly.

And when I met the storyteller who was a little better-looking, and there were still a few girls listening to the book, the storyteller said that the reason why the two fell in love with the same woman was that she fell in love with the same woman, and this woman was the autumn snow of Beicheng Manshan.

Whenever he heard that there was such a wonderful episode, Qianxun would always set his eyes on Hua Wuji, and asked him with interest, "Is there such a thing?" ”

Then Hua Wuji sighed slightly, and said helplessly: "Do you believe it?" ”

You must know that the protagonist in the story is sitting next to him, and this feeling of getting the truth of the matter for the first time makes Qianxun very happy. In fact, Qianxun not only likes to stay in these teahouses and listen to books, but the dim sum in the teahouses is also one of the reasons why she often mingles in them.

After drinking tea and eating snacks, Qianxun and Hua Wuji walked to the door of an inn closest to Xue Mansion and stopped.

"Xue Qi hasn't seen you, are you sure you won't live in Xue Mansion with me? Let's just say you're a friend of mine. ”

"No need." With that, he entered the inn.

Qian Xun didn't want to be white, and went to Xue Mansion with doubts. Only Hua Wuji knew in his heart that if he didn't go to Xue Mansion, he couldn't face Xue Wu at this moment. Xue Ling is good to Xue Wu, this is a well-known thing, and Xue Ling told Hua Wuji to help him take good care of Xue Wu. Now that he learned that Xue Ling was no longer alive, Xue Wu must have been heartbroken.

He didn't take good care of Xue Wu, this was the first time Hua Wuji was so afraid to see someone.

A few laughs came out of the Xue Mansion that night, and Xue Wu learned that Qianxun was back, and dragged her body that had just improved her condition to get out of bed and personally cook a table of meals for her. Qianxun was afraid that she would be tired, so she followed her to the kitchen.

In the past, letting Qianxun into the kitchen was no different from stacking explosives in the room, at first Xue Wu and Xue Qi obstructed in every way, and finally while others were not paying attention, Qianxun still slipped into the kitchen.

But this time, Xue Wu found that Qian Xun not only didn't help, but also helped her save a lot of time, and quietly asked her if she had gone to learn art.

Qian Xun smiled and shook her head, where is the apprenticeship, if it weren't for the fact that she had been in Ping'an Village for several days and helped Sister-in-law Yu do so much work, she might not be able to distinguish between firewood, rice, oil and salt by now.

But when he thought of the death of the whole village in Ping'an Village, Qianxun always felt guilty and resentful in his heart. If it weren't for the indefinite killing, who else would have such a big hatred and slaughter the whole village.

Thinking about it, I accidentally broke a bowl. But judging from the experience of bombing the kitchen in the past, this is already thankful. Xue Wu was thinking about where to buy a complete set of dishes and chopsticks this time, but fortunately, this idea did not come true in the end.

Xue Qi rarely came back early today, and he listened to his hand before he ate a few chopsticks, and looked at the table where Qianxun used to love to eat, but he didn't see her sweeping like a wolf as usual, but instead ate less than him.

Scratching his head and putting down his chopsticks, Xue Qi thought about it, Xu is Xue Ling's death hit Qianxun too hard, and last time he left without saying a word, this time he seemed to have a lot more restraint when he came back, and he didn't know what she had experienced.

"Qianxun?"

Qian Xun, who was chatting with Xue Wu on the side, turned his head: "Huh? ”

As soon as Qianxun turned his head, Xue Qi didn't know what to say for a while, and squeezed out a sentence for a long time: "Eat more." ”

Seeing Xue Qi sandwich a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into his bowl, Qianxun was a little flattered, and in addition to being surprised, he couldn't help but feel a little sad and lowered his eyes. The dinner table was quiet for a moment, and the three of them had three feelings, but they missed the same person.

There are thousands of thoughts, as if he is back in the past, and Xue Ling is still sitting beside him.

The Xue family said that the rules at the dinner table were not strict, and that they were not lenient, and they had to wait for everyone to eat before they were allowed to eat. Every time Qianxun saw Xue Wu make a delicious meal, he quickly sat down, waiting anxiously with chopsticks in his hand, for fear that he would not be able to eat it when it was too late.

Of course, Qianxun has such an idea, and it is thanks to Xue Qi. Seeing Xue Qi sitting down opposite him, he wanted to break him like chopsticks.

When Xue Wu finally came out with the delicacies and sat down, the battle had already begun. Qian Xun picked up the chopsticks and rushed to the sweet and sour pork ribs, Xue Qi was also quick-eyed, and caught the largest piece in his mouth before Qian Xun, and did not forget to show off at Qian Xun with a look of enjoyment.

The angry Qianxun gritted his teeth and sandwiched several pieces of sweet and sour pork ribs, which was not enough, so he sandwiched all the other dishes and stuffed them into his rice bowl. Then he also learned from Xue Qi and threw him a proud and provocative look.

Originally, the two were fighting arrogantly, but at this time, Xue Ling often needed to give them a look and teach them cold water, so that they could settle down.

The beginning of the dinner is the beginning of the war, and the end of the dinner is like the war.

The two of them will always fight for the last piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, and in the end, either the sweet and sour pork ribs fell to the ground, or they were caught by Xue Ling, who was serious on the side. Although neither of them got it, but seeing Xue Wu covering his mouth and smiling sweetly, Xue Qi and Qianxun laughed at each other's grease stains on the corners of their mouths, Xue Ling slowly ate the last piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, lowered his head and inadvertently showed a hint of laughter, the food in front of him was a mess, and he still felt warm in his heart.

But now there is no more laughter and laughter of the day, things are not people, the food is still the same taste of food, people are no longer the four people at that time, it is inevitable to be lonely and sad.

Qian Xun rubbed his pantothenic nose, stuffed the sweet and sour pork ribs in the bowl into his mouth, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wu's craftsmanship is still so good!" ”

The sweetness in the mouth and the bitterness in the heart, it is difficult for Qianxun to describe the taste at this moment.

Xue Wu was stunned, smiled and picked up chopsticks and pinched a piece for the three of them: "Come and eat more." ”

Qian Xun looked at Xue Wu with a slightly bitter smile, and his chewing movements slowed down. Xue Wu also stuffed a whole piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into her mouth, and her head hung very low, for fear that she would be found crying.

Xue Qi also ate along, his voice slightly hoarse: "It's delicious......"

The cool breeze of the night was blowing, the white smoke of the dishes on the table gradually dissipated, and the lights were extinguished.