After returning to the vulgar, the nun Puyue changed back to her original name Zhen Zhen, but she did not have a surname. When she became a monk, she had already given up her original surname, and now she ...... The surname Qin doesn't seem appropriate now.

I can't say what kind of relationship she has between her and Qin Nianxian, he didn't explain it when he took her away, and she didn't ask to understand. If she is a wife, there is no such wife who is not clear; If she is a concubine, he has always treated her with courtesy.

Maybe I'm a maid, Yan Zhenzhen thought. So when Qin Nian went to work first, she wiped the floor, washed clothes, and cooked at home. In the evening, Qin Nian came back first, and she brought out the food. Qin Nian grabbed her hand and turned it over, palm facing up. Her fingertips were blistered white and wrinkled, and he frowned: "I didn't take you home to let you do rough work." ”

Yan Zhenzhen was a little at a loss, Qin Nianxian was also stunned, and only said after a while: "You just raise flowers, read books, or go to listen to plays." ”

The next day, he came back with a pot of flowers. The delicate eighteen bachelors, Yan Zhenzhen took good care of the eighteen bachelors.

How could it be bad? When the Yan family was still there, the most in the family was camellias. Every year when the flowering period comes, pots of camellia are sent to Yan's house, and the fragrance can spread to the Qin family on the next street. Camellia is not originally produced here, and the people of the whole county know Camellia thanks to the Yan family.

On weekends when he didn't go to school, Qin Nianxian nestled on the sofa to read books and newspapers, and Yan Zhenzhen stood by the window to water the eighteen bachelors. After returning to the vulgarity, she replaced the shaved green silk with a wig, and a long black and straight satin hair fell down because she was slightly bent over. To avoid blocking the view, a small hairpin was stuck on the sideburns. Qin Nian first looked at her from behind the newspaper and was fascinated. The beaded shirt is still rich and noble, and Miss Yan is still so beautiful, no different from when he peeked on the street corner back then.

As if sensing that someone was watching her, Yan Zhenzhen turned her head, and Qin Nian hurriedly hid herself back in the newspaper first.

Then he saw the date in the newspaper, September 26.

September 26...... It was his father's sacrifice day.

His father, who had been poor all his life, fell and died in order to engrave the three words "Yan Zhenzhen" on the Buddha's seat.

Qin Nian stood up first and left the house without saying a word.

He returned to his hometown and stood under the Big Buddha for a long time. He stood late at night, dew drenching his clothes.

Three days after returning to Kaifeng, he handed a monthly ticket for the opera garden to Yan Zhenzhen: "The monthly ticket for the Chunming Grand Theater, I heard that the theater has recently had a team from Beijing, and there are good plays every day. ”

To this day, he still wishes that she would be rich and noble in a glass case, as he did when he was a teenager. He was willing to keep her in his own home, but he was afraid that when he saw her, she would remind him of his father, and in turn spurn his betrayal of his father's death.

Yan Zhenzhen didn't ask him why he left suddenly and where he went. She just took the ticket and went to the theater every day to spend time from then on. She was really obsessed with watching the theater and went out every day before he left home and came back when he got home.

For a whole month, living under the same roof, Qin Nianxian didn't even meet Yan Zhenzhen.

One day after work, the ghost sent a god to the ground, and Qin Nian passed by the Chunming Theater first. Today's singing is "Picking up the Jade Bracelet" and "Famen Temple", the song is about to disperse, Qin Nian waited at the door of the theater for a while, and then saw Yan Zhenzhen pouring out with the crowd. He hesitated whether to step forward, but Yan Zhenzhen walked straight to the rickshaw waiting on the side. The coachman pulled up the car and skillfully ran in the direction of the Qin family, thinking that Yan Zhenzhen had all his car these days.

Qin Nian stood quietly outside the theater for a while, and waited until it was dark before returning home.