Chapter 6: When you see pity, who will open the coffin? 1

This year's plum rain is much longer than in previous years. April is almost over and there is no end. There are many groups of poets who invite three or five people to climb high-rise buildings, drink, write poems and dance elegantly. Naturally, there are also people who can't stand this stuffy humidity, but they have to complain whenever they go out.

"In this damn weather, I guess you have to wait even if you want to kill people." When Han Ruxu stepped into the pub, he happened to hear one of the two men sitting near the door say so. His sharp eyes immediately swept over, and the two hurriedly tightened their shoulders and dared not talk nonsense. Even if the thief can't come out, the street patrol still can't be delayed, which makes Han Ruxu feel a little upset.

Despite the good rain and the season, he still can't have a good impression on the spring rain because he doesn't work in agriculture. Instead, the oil-paper umbrella that he hasn't returned to makes him grieve. The maids at home who are familiar with their own temperament have always joked that adults have never held umbrellas in the past, which makes him irritated.

"Ghost weather is not crying." He sat down in the corner and let the bartender fill the wine pot he carried with immortals. Han Ruqi frowned and looked at the lingering rain outside and couldn't help cursing.

It was too late to take back the sight. A man hurriedly bumped into the door and stood in the middle of the lobby to dust off the rain - why was it him again? Han Ruxu had a sense of loss of strength, waiting for him to find himself.

What disappointed him was that Wei Tanyi didn't notice him a few steps away at all, but went straight to the counter and handed over a bag of things: "This is the last final payment. Please count it." The shopkeeper took it over happily and said, "Okay, Mr. Wei, why don't you sit down and have a rest?" I asked someone to bring some hot soup.

Han Ruqi saw that although he was walking this way, he was still defiant, so he clenched his fist and coughed twice. The blind antique dealer finally noticed him, gently hooked the corners of his mouth, and changed the direction and walked towards him.

"Lord Han is really anxious to save people. It suddenly rained halfway, but I didn't expect that there was an umbrella to go back." Wei Tanyi said and picked up the oil-paper umbrella leaning against the table.

The corners of Han Ruxu's mouth twitched: "Then how do you want me to go back?" It's not a drizzle outside.

Wei Tanyi checked that his umbrella was not damaged, and then put it back: "It's not difficult. I have something to move back to the store. If Lord Han is willing to help, he will hold the umbrella attentively."

This time, the blue veins really jumped: "Solve it by yourself."

"It's easy to say." The hot soup was served, and there was a clean white cloth to wipe the wet hair and clothes.

Han Ruqi looked at him leisurely wiping his long hair, but he began to feel worried - how can he go back with such a heavy rain?

"Bear Lord Han, there is something I have always wanted to ask you." After drying his hair, Wei Tanyi suddenly knocked on the table to make him come to his senses.

"What's the matter?"

"Does Lord Han wear some precious accessory?"

Han Ru was shocked and subconsciously grabbed the knife placed on the edge of the table: "How did you know?" Suddenly I remembered that I fainted in his store not long ago, and I couldn't help asking, "Do you dare to search me?"

"Lord Han misunderstood," Wei Tanyi smiled. "Lord Han also knows that I am engaged in antiques trading. I have always been very ** about this kind of thing, but it's just intuition. I just want to ask for proof."

At this time, Xiao Er came over with a small mouthful of wine jar and put it on the table: "Mr. Wei, this is what you want."

"Don't you drink?" Han Ruqi remembered that the prince had complained to himself that the person in front of him had never been drunk and didn't know anything interesting.

"It's really flattered that Lord Han knows so well," Wei Tanyi took over the wine jar and said before he got angry. "This is an empty jar. It also intuitively tells me that there is a treasure hidden in this pub. How, does Lord Han believe it now?"

You are a ghost because of this kind of letter. Han Ru said a slander.

The rain was getting smaller and less. Wei Tanyi held the jar in one hand and the handle of the umbrella in the other hand: "Lord Han, can you help hold the umbrella?" It looks like you are saying that you can't get it without working on my umbrella for such a long time. Han Ruxu went down the steps and admitted that he was unlucky. He took the umbrella from his hand with a calm face.

The two of them returned to Yongningfang with an umbrella, and there were always curious eyes on the road. In fact, everyone is just curious about why the four-grade military officer holds an umbrella for a civilian, but after seeing who the civilian is, everyone seems to be calm again. Maybe there is a baby that you want to buy but can't buy in Mr. Wei's hand, right? People who think so look at their strange eyes, as if they are saying that there are still a few people who are honest and honest today, thinking more about doing things for the people instead of vassal elegance.

It is natural that passers-by don't know what Han Ruxu thinks, but the eyes they cast are meaningful, which makes him uncomfortable. He thought that he was not a friend with the guy beside him, but just an enemy he would meet wherever he went, so he felt extremely uncomfortable about such a silent side by side.

"Can this umbrella take good care of Lord Han?" Perhaps he felt that the people around him were too depressed, and Wei Tanyi asked leisurely.

"Are you doing the opposite? It's clear that I treat it kindly. An umbrella has no life and no feelings. How can I take care of people?" Han Ruqi snorted coldly.

Wei Tanyi smiled and said, "Have you never heard of the myth that the flowers in the bottle become the wife in the room? This means that every flower and tree in the world is spiritual. If you treat it well, it will naturally repay you."

Han Ruxu looked disdainfully: "As you say, every time I go home, I ask someone to dry it and put it away. Does it have to be grateful to me and become a peerless beauty in return for coming to my house to carry water and cook?"

"That's just a myth."

Wei Tanyi was silent for a moment and said, "Since Lord Han wants to see the peerless beauty, please come to my store in a few days."

"You!" Han Ruqi was shocked, "What are you going to do?"

"Lord Han is kind to my umbrella. As the master, I should be rewarded, but that's all."

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It's raining again...

This year's plum rain has also been raining for a long time, as if the old scene had reappeared.

In those years, Heling has changed his face. A hundred years have passed away in a flash, and so far, it can't dilute the distant thoughts sent to you.

What on earth am I waiting for? Knowing that people's life expectancy is only a few decades, I have waited for a hundred years of cold and summer, and I have never seen you. If it hadn't been for the strong obsession, I'm afraid you would have been exhausted. I'm so crazy about waiting, maybe I can't get anything after all, but if I leave, I feel deeply unwilling.

The golden swallow you gave me is now sinking to the bottom of the moat. Even if I want to travel around the world to find you, I have no choice but to stay here.

I can only guess that you may still be wandering somewhere by the firmness of your words and ambitions. If you don't have the help of a strong enough person, we will never meet.

I have found that person.

He is different from others. Although he can talk and laugh, he is lifeless and as cold as a zombie. I think he may be able to help us.

The only thing I can do now is to get his body.

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Original poem: "Huashanji", when you are happy to see pity, the coffin opens for you.