Outside the city of Gusu, there is an empty wooden house not far from the river, half of which hangs on the water, half of which is leaning on the mountain, and there is a staircase left on the side to walk to the main entrance.

Lan Ji inquired about the nearby villagers and learned that it was repaired by a certain boy who loves fishing in the city, in order to come out to fish and have a temporary resting place, but in the past two years, the boy has not come often, so this place is empty.

That night, Lan Ji took the two of them to live here

Because it has been empty for more than a year, a lot of dust has fallen in the house, and there are broken cobwebs in the corner of the door.

"Miss and Mr. wait a minute, the slave maid will clean up first" Bai Shao rolled up his sleeves and entered the house after speaking, Lan Wei stood at the door and looked inside, he rolled up his sleeves and walked in

"I'll clean up with you" Qianqian was alone outside the door, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief with a disgusted face, she looked up and stared at the half of the spider web on the door frame, and couldn't help but shiver, and her heart was furious.

Look at the blue tree in the house, is holding a broom to hook the broken net in the corner, the two of them walked around the house, stirred up a lot of dust, Qianqian's face was full of refusal, couldn't stop shaking her head, she turned around and walked away, her hands on the fence by the river, her eyes fell on the flowing river, her mind suddenly remembered home, remembered the flowers that had just moved in the yard, and I didn't know if the maids had watered properly, she looked at the water and was stunned.

Baifu, Xiao Zhao held the ink flute in his hand and squatted under the hollow wall

"Miss doesn't say that you would rather believe it? How did you go out and forget you," he said, holding the ink flute and knocking it in his hand

The night was getting deeper, and the gate of Baifu had not yet been bolted, and the little man guarding the door couldn't help but yawn, and the sound of a gong came from the street not far away, followed by three bangs, "Knock!" ----Knock, knock"

"All Peace"

"It's been three watches, why hasn't the young master come back yet?"

Zichen and Bai Yanfei sat at the stone table in the courtyard in the back yard of Zhang's mansion, and from time to time they took a sip of the wine glass, Zichen raised the wine glass in his hand and pointed to the bright moon in the sky

"Brother Bai, you see that the moonlight is hazy tonight, and the scenery is very beautiful."

Bai Yanfei didn't know how much he drank, his eyes gradually blurred, he shook his head and looked at the sky, and sure enough, a crescent moon hung in the sky, and a few wisps of clouds were in front of him, he chuckled

"This moon is beautiful, but it's a pity that it's the waning moon, the waning moon" said and planted his head on the table, he simply lay there, still holding the wine glass tightly in his hand

Zichen stood up and accidentally kicked the seven or eight wine jugs lying on the ground, the clanging sound was so harsh for a while, he propped up one hand on the table, and the other hand stretched out his index finger and shook it vigorously in front of his face, even shaking his body a little

"No, no, no, the waning moon also has the beauty of the waning moon, who said that it has to be a good moon and good things come in pairs, I don't, I think this waning moon is the most beautiful" Zichen really drank a little too much, and began to talk nonsense

"People are not the sun and the moon, how can they be round" He barely supported his body with both hands, his eyes were a little distracted, he stared at Bai Yanfei lying on the table in a daze, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a smile, his hands suddenly lost strength and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the two of them had not moved for a long time, the little maid who was waiting on the side hurriedly carried them back to the room

Zichen's mother-in-law, Mrs. Zhang, sat in front of the bed, holding a wet handkerchief in her hand, gently wiping his cheeks, with a sad face. The old man of the Zhang family stood aside, looked at his drunk and unconscious son, shook his head and sighed.

"What kind of iniquity is this?"