In the evening, An Yue fetched water and washed up, looked at the weather outside, knocked on Fan Wenshu's door, she opened her mouth outside the door: "There is still a hot water pot, you have to wash yourself to fetch water~"

The man in the room heard her voice, although he was still a little angry in his heart, but after waiting for such a while, he had already lost a little anger, he thought about it, and said, "Hmm~"

An Yue outside the door was a little helpless, I don't know what kind of anger he had, is it because of a purse, but what does it matter if a purse does it next time? But she also did something wrong today, she shouldn't reply to him like that, she should endure not to quarrel with him today, so as not to repeat the mistakes of the past~

An Yue thought about it, so he had to go back to his room and take out the wooden basin and handkerchief for washing his face, and then went to the stove room to get hot water and cold water, and came to the door of Fan Wenshu, took a breath, and said jokingly: "Open the door, open the door, I'm going to serve the son to wash~"

When Fan Gongzi in the room heard it, the corners of his mouth were deflated, and when he heard her voice, he pouted again, although he was angry in his heart, he still opened the door in the end, An Yue at the door was holding a wooden basin, looking at him innocently, he took it angrily, brought it into his room, and washed ~

An Yue followed him into his room, looked at his back, and thought that he might leave again at night~

She felt a little uncomfortable, stepped forward a few more steps, looked at his back, thought about it, and wanted to stretch out her hand to hug him and not allow him to go, but she looked at his back, thinking that he didn't like herself, thinking that he pushed himself to others~ She lowered her eyes, but she didn't do that.

Fan Wenshu washed up, went to the stove room with a wooden basin, and drank a big bowl of cold water by the way, and came back after drinking the cold water, and saw An Yue standing at the door of his room, waiting for him.

Fan Gongzi thought of yesterday's purse, sighed in his heart, and didn't say anything, An Yue looked at his familiar eyebrows, sighed, and opened his mouth first, "Rest early, see you tomorrow~"

Fan Wenshu looked at her and nodded again.

This night, the two didn't sleep together again, and An Yue, who was already lying on the bed, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She closed her eyes, opened her eyes again, and still couldn't sleep, she thought that he might have to leave again tonight, she touched her chest, here, there was a faint pain~

She touched it again, and thought of the man in the next room, so she simply got up, dressed, got out of bed, sat at the desk and waited, and then she went to open the window in the room, and it was raining again outside.

She glanced out the window, sighed, and simply sat on the windowsill, on the embroidered stool next to the desk, supporting her chin with her hands, and looking at the light rain outside.

She didn't blow out the oil lamp in the room, the oil lamp shone faintly, she raised her head again, and glanced at the night sky, tonight looked very similar to that night, there was no moon, and there were no shining stars.

But it's a little different, there was no rain that night, but it rained today.

On the streets of Luqiao Town, I don't know whose carriage is rushing to be the first, in order to advance, the side of the road is rushed, galloping past, the carriage drove all the way to the door of the only academy in the town, the pedestrians in the carriage took an oil-paper umbrella down and opened it, hurriedly got off the carriage, and the coachman was quietly waiting outside in his robe. I saw the man who got out of the carriage knocking on the gate of the academy. In the front yard, a student who had not yet slept heard the sound, and came to open the door with an oil-paper umbrella, only to see a man in a black shirt outside the door looking at the student and saying: "There is an urgent matter to find Fan Gongzi in Dengzhou, I am Fan Gongzi's attendant, I came from Dengzhou~"

The student glanced at the man in black clothes, nodded, asked him to wait, hurriedly ran to the backyard with an oil-paper umbrella, and knocked on Fan Gongzi's door~

In the next room, An Yue, who had been staying in front of the desk on the windowsill, also heard the sound, looked out again, and saw a student looking at Fan Wenshu's door, and heard Fan Wenshu open the door, and then the two were talking about something~

She withdrew her gaze, glanced at the rain outside, listened to the movement next door, and suddenly smiled, and that smile was a little desolate.

Then she got up, went around the screen in her room, changed into the same white clothes as she had done that night, and sat down at the desk again as she had done that night.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before there was another tidying up in the next room, and then the movement stopped, followed by the sound of the door opening, then footsteps, and then a knock on the door.

An Yue closed his eyes, opened them again, stood up, walked to the door, and opened the door.

The oil lamp was lit in the room, and as soon as the door opened, a faint light spilled out of the eaves, shrouding An Yue, who was dressed in plain white clothes.

Fan Gongzi outside the door saw her open the door, she was wearing a white coat, the room behind her was lit with bright lights, her long green hair was scattered at random behind her head, and a bright and moving little face looked extraordinarily fair tonight, and her moist eyes were looking at him with a hint of unfathomable emotion.

There was a chill outside the hospital, it was raining, and he was also dressed in white, An Yue looked up at him, and took a deep breath of the breath on his body, tonight he had the smell of wind and rain.

Fan Wenshu met her eyes, looked at her again, a little overwhelmed, he suddenly wanted to reach out and touch her fair little face, but in his mind he thought of the purse~

He suppressed his thoughts, he thought about it, said what was in his heart, and he said, "Do you want to go to Dengzhou with me?"

An Yue's hand holding the door tightened a little, but he didn't speak, and the picture in his memory swarmed up. She knew that he had received another letter from the Miao girl, and he was in a hurry to go back.

An Yue suddenly wanted to laugh, before today, why didn't she have a trace of expectation in her heart?

She looked at the face in front of her, at this man, he had been gentle with her, and he had hurt him so much.

But even though he had known the truth for a long time, after reliving his life, after seeing him for the first time, and feeling his tenderness, the thoughts of several years rushed up, and all the resentment slowly disintegrated, and then the defense line built by her layer after layer was also defeated.

She also fantasized that in this life, maybe she is more sensible, more delicate, more charming, will it be a little different?

And he, won't he leave easily?

She also remembered that after their quarrel today, didn't she already show weakness?

She looked at him again, and he said to go with him? Did he really not know that if he was hired, he would be his wife, and if he was run, he would be a concubine?

Or in his eyes, he has always taken himself very lightly?

Doesn't he know? With a background like hers and no powerful family to rely on, if she runs away with him like this, she is not even qualified to be a concubine. Maybe she can only be a nameless outer room in her life, and then her children will be born inferior.

The night was dark and rainy, and from time to time a cool breeze blew on the two of them, and the man stood in front of her door, and under the eaves, there was a continuous rain drifting over, and his back was stained with a little rain, and it was already a little wet.

As soon as he said that, his left hand, wrapped under his sleeve, clenched into a fist, and then slowly released it, his heart beating a little fast, and he didn't care that the robe behind him was slightly wet.

He had just received a letter from Miss Miao, and his first reaction was that he had to go back and deal with it. This is a habit he has developed over the years, I just wish her to be safe at all times, and it is incumbent on him to do it for her.

However, he thought of An Yue again, what should An Yue do?

He thought, even if she may not have herself in her heart, even if the man she likes may be the son of Granny Niu.

But he himself was still reluctant to leave her, so he had the idea of taking her away.

He thought that he would take her to deal with Miss Miao's affairs, and when it was dealt with, he could still take her to Fan's Mansion by the way

An Yue in front of him didn't speak for a long time, looking very calm, but her heart was already turbulent, she glanced at the rain outside, felt the breath of the cool breeze, and remembered one more thing.

She looked up at him, who was a head taller than herself, opened her mouth, and said, "I want to ask you something, is that okay?"

"What's the matter?" Fan Wenshu began.

He stared at An Yue, and when he saw that she lowered her eyes again, only revealing an extraordinarily fair little face, he was inexplicably nervous.

"Have you ever been happy with me?" she wanted to ask, but at last she asked.

Suddenly, a strange flush appeared on Fan Wenshu's face, and he instantly looked away from her, and he didn't dare to look at her directly.

He lowered his head again, and the hand hidden under his sleeve quietly clenched into a fist, then quietly unfolded again, clenched into a fist, unfolded again, and then clenched into a fist, and so on, and sweated in his palms.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say, "you and me" bang, bang, bang, his heart was beating fast, his voice was a little shaky, the sweat in his palms was getting more and more, and his fists were clenched tighter and tighter.

But at this time, a man in black suddenly broke into the backyard, he glanced at the son standing in front of the door of a side room, and the man in black shouted to his son: "Childe~"

Fan Gongzi heard the shout, turned around, and saw that it was the attendant he sent to take care of Miao Xiushu, and he was sent by Miao Xiushu to deliver a letter to himself.

He turned to look at An Yue again, and opened his mouth, a little overwhelmed.

Rejoice?

But isn't it always Miss Miao who he's happy about?

Aren't you happy?

So why would he want to take her away?

But is she happy, she gave the purse to Granny Niu's son, he didn't like her, not only did he not like her, but he also wanted to pinch her little face fiercely, and ask her what she meant? Why was he like that in the bed with himself, and in the blink of an eye, he gave the purse to another man? Why? Why did he not feel so entangled and so sad even when he heard Miss Miao say that he didn't like him in the past~

He remembered Miao Xiushu in the past, Miao Xiushu, like An Yue, also gave him infinite reverie in the past, but in the end she told him in person, she was happy with another man?

He closed his eyes, opened them again, looked at An Yue, closed the corners of his mouth, and didn't speak again.

An Yue also heard the voice of the attendant, she lowered her head and waited for Fan Wenshu to answer, but she looked at him as if he wanted to speak and stopped, and then there was silence, silence, silence.

So what else don't you understand?

I've heard him say he doesn't like himself?

Her tears have already welled up, her head hangs lower, her eyes are already full of tears, she opened her mouth, a tear smashed on the embroidered shoes, she took a step back, reached out to close the door, a little choked, and said: "You go quickly, I once liked you~" Her tears have welled up, she covered her lips to prevent herself from making a sound, he has no own in his heart, no.

She knew the answer, but why did she ask?

Because you are unwilling? Yes, you are unwilling.

What else?

Is it because you don't believe it?

Yes, it was because of his gentleness that even though she died unexpectedly and went to the underworld again, she still had a trace of disbelief in her heart.

She didn't believe he had never liked her.

She turned around and leaned her back against the door, and before he answered, she spoke first, and had a thought.

She was afraid, afraid that he would really say to her in person that he didn't have her in his heart.

If he didn't say it, if she hadn't asked the answer herself, the thought in her heart would have been there.

She didn't know that when he was just outside the door, it was raining and dark behind him, and after he looked away and lowered his head in an instant, a strange flush appeared on his face.

Outside the door, if he was as attentive as before, he could also sense that her tone was wrong. But he was distracted, and on the one hand, he was reminded of Miss Miao's things in his heart, and on the other hand, he was thinking about the purse, and he was generally thinking about what she said.

He looked at the closed door again, and was stunned for a while.

Xingduo, who had already approached him, called Gongzi a few more times, reminding him of Miss Miao's affairs. Fan Wenshu looked back at Xingduo in a daze, and reflected what An Yue's "once, once liked" meant.

He reached out again to knock on her closed door and ask her, why was it?

Why ever?

Don't you like it now?

Yes, she gave the purse to the third son of Mrs. Niu

He lowered his hand again, glanced at An Yue's closed door again, and turned to follow Xingduo away.

In the Jiangnan town at night, the drizzle fell after the Qingming Festival, the carriage galloped past on the road, the man in white in the carriage was a little decadent, and the other man in black in the carriage looked at his son's spirit a little decadent, he said softly: "Childe, don't worry too much, Miss Miao should be fine, before the subordinates set off, look at Miss Miao's spirit is still good." Although he didn't know what Miss Miao's letter was about, and he didn't know why Miss Miao wanted him to invite Gongzi back quickly, he knew that Gongzi left him by Miss Miao's side to protect her because Gongzi cared about Miss Miao.

Fan Gongzi glanced at the black-clothed figure on the side, didn't speak, he lifted the curtain on the carriage, looked at the darkness outside, put down the curtain again, sighed, as if regretful and reluctant, as if regretting helplessness, "Are you going to leave here~"

Xingduo was a little puzzled when he heard this, "Childe is reluctant to do this?"

Fan Gongzi glanced at Xingduo, shook his head, nodded again, and shook his head again~

The streets of Luqiao Town in the rain were windy, and when passing by the bluestone slab bridge, the wheels of the carriage were rolling a little loudly, and Fan Gongzi listened to the sound of the wheels rolling and closed his eyes.

The rain was still falling, as if it was going to go on all night.