Chapter 48 Disorder

In winter, the noon sun is like a layer of velvet quilt, which makes people feel extremely warm.

Red silk moved a short stool, sat in the sun, stretched out lazily, and put a pile of letters on his legs. They were all sent by Nie Qiang. At first, one was sent every month, and then more and more. Three months in a row, six or seven letters had been sent. Later, the red silk did not reply, because Nie Qiang said, They will be back in two months.

It's been a good day these days. The original ice and snow have long disappeared. On this tall pine tree, there will always be a plump feathered crow at noon. It stands alone on the treetops, shouts at the sky from time to time, and occasionally flaps its wings and flies to the opposite cypress tree, called The voice is mostly weak, just like the dying old man venting his last words to the world.

At this time, I saw Wei Wei coming out with a feather duster, and the red silk asked her, "What are you doing?"

"Miss, this crow is more poisonous than a broom star. I have to drive it away." He raised the feather duster slightly and was adjusting his posture to the bird.

"Then take your time. I'll go back to the house first." He picked up the stool and was about to leave, but he heard a oops behind him, "Miss, I threw the feather duster on the street."

The red silk smiled faintly, and the crow on the treetops still stood there safely, as if he had an arrogant posture, and there was no sign of being disturbed. Then go outside and have a look. Don't hit people.

The north courtyard is close to the street, so at night, red silk can always hear some drunken men and women laughing and scolding by the wall. When she was a child, she always felt that her room was the worst. She couldn't sleep at night, so she would also complain to Nie Yan about why the southeast and northwest courtyard was the worst for her. At this time, Nie Yan would pat her rising mouth with red silk and say, "How can parents leave the worst to their children? The scenery in the north courtyard is the best. There is no foggy day, and you can still see Zhongyu Mountain on the opposite side.

It's just that the red silk still can't see the Zhongyu Mountain. When I was a child, I couldn't see the world outside the wall because I was short. Now that I have grown up, I'm tall. I can see the outside by folding a few stools. Unfortunately, the mountain was blocked by the opposite pavilion. A long time ago, she was like a person, but it was facing the street. Residents only know that the owner of the house is a young man, and the house has not been inhabited for two years.

Just last night, she heard a leisurely sound of the piano and heard it. Obviously, she saw a faint candlelight flashing in the long-lost room opposite. The sound of the piano was clear and stretched, like a breeze, the sound of bamboo leaves blowing, quiet and comfortable, without being stuck to the secular world.

The sound of the piano is very short, but what is left for her is that she has not calmed down for a long time. She has a bold idea. If she can meet the person who plays the piano, she will be so careless.

"Wait a minute." The red silk stopped Weiwei and said, "Let's go out together."

There is a street out of the backyard. People come and go very lively. The passers-by look in a hurry. Only the red silk and Weiwei are looking around for the thrown feather duster. "I can't find it, miss, maybe it has been picked up." Wei Wei came back from a distance and told the red silk.

"Then I won't look for it." Red silk said, "Accompany me to see that building." She didn't come to look for the feather duster, and she didn't want to look for it. She just wanted to go to the person who played the piano in that building.

Hesitating slightly, "I'm going to eat later. Will you be worried if you can't find it later?" Because of the young lady, she has been scolded by Mother Su several times. She just doesn't dare to tell Hong Silk.

"I left a note." The red silk said as she walked, but she didn't know why she was a little excited. "You go back first. I'll be back in a minute." Seeing a little hesitation, she said so.

"But." He whispered slightly, "If it's madam..."

"You go first. When you ask, you will say that I won't let you follow." Seeing that she was still standing still in place uneasy, the red silk was a little anxious, "I'll go first. You go back."

Turning around and leaving, he took a brisk step, trotted through all kinds of street shops on the roadside, and passed another lane before arriving at the door.

Red silk gasped and stopped in front of a wooden door. From a distance, the house is very tall and upright, but from a close look, it is another attitude. The quaint wooden doors, poorly decorated pavilions, and pavilions and pavilions are mostly extremely simple. If you look closely, you can see the creator's mind, which is simple but does not lose its due majesty. It's like what a man does.

The red silk raised its hand and knocked on the door. It only knocked on the door gently, and the door opened by itself with a 'squeak'.

She pushed the half-open door completely open with some joy, stretched out her head in, and looked around. She wanted to be a thief, probably just like herself now.

Inside the wooden door, there is a different scenery. From the two dark red pillars, there is a very wide and dense flower and woodland. Now the flowers and plants are not fully blooming, but they are also very fascinating. The low trees on both sides of the flowers and trees are very neatly repaired. At this point of view, the owner of this room is A person who pays great attention to it, even if there is no one in this house, he will still let people prune flowers and trees regularly.

Bypassing the flowers and trees, after walking for a few miles, you will see a pond of residual lotus growing there. The water in the pool is clear, and you can see the dark brown lotus root covered under the lotus leaves.

The owner of the house is really a wonderful person. The red silk thinks that there are two feelings when looking outside the house and going in. Most of the land in this yard is used to grow flowers and fish, and half of the land is used to build buildings.

Although this building is also very great, in the view of red silk, it is an individual ingenious person. Let's talk about Jincheng. Which powerful person will not paint the carved beams built by his residence as a palace, but this person is on the contrary. He uses a large area to grow flowers and fish, and the eastern part is to grow vegetables, which is regarded as returning to the original. Return to the truth, people who yearn for pastoral life.

He opened the door and was about to go in and peep, but he heard a voice outside the house, "Master, why do you want to go back here? Hasn't it been vacant for a long time?"

"Who knows? How can we guess what I'm thinking? Hurry up and work. I'll be in trouble when I come."

Red silk hid behind the door, waiting for the two servants who went in and out uneasily. From the cracks in the door, she could see that the two were carrying back and forth what was outside the door. She didn't know exactly what it was, but from the intentional or unintentional conversation between the two, it was inferred that these were the clothes of the master in their mouth. Of.

What kind of person is he? You don't have to think that he must be a rich man, but when he saw that the two of them only moved the goods back and forth twice, he thought that the man should be a very simple person, changing others, but those boxes of clothes had to be moved a lot, and she just I just heard from the two people that the man was going to live here for more than half a year, and she looked around the house, but didn't see any furniture. The room was very empty, and there was nothing but cabinets, tables and chairs.

The two clapped their hands and were ready to leave. At this time, the red silk began to panic. One person locked the door and locked the door when he went out. The red silk was shocked. How could she go back this time? She pushed the door vigorously, which only let the door shake slightly, but it didn't help.

The room is big like a maze. She doesn't know where to go out. The windows are locked, and because it has not been opened for a long time, she can't open it at all with her strength. Since you can't get out, it's better to take a good look at what this room looks like.

In the past, I saw from my yard that the house was about four stories high. Today, when I walked into this house, I felt that I had underestimated it before. When I went up to the second floor, it was also empty. Probably because there were no items, the space was particularly large. The third floor was divided into six rooms, all of which were The same quaint decoration, a wooden bed, a bronze mirror, and a desk in front of the bronze mirror. Instead, she went to the fourth floor and pushed it with a little effort. However, she saw that the fourth floor was locked. Only then did she find that the two waiters put the rest of their clothes on the door on the fourth floor facing the stairs. She was a little offended. The candlestick she saw yesterday was probably on the fourth floor. Maybe the man's piano was still there now. The sound quality was very good, and she fell down. I'm very curious about what kind of piano it is.

She sighed and squatted down next to the two wooden boxes. The box was not locked. It could be opened by opening the buckle. She didn't know why she wanted to see what was in the box. She glanced at it and took back what she had just thought. It should be some clothes. It was not appropriate to open by herself. If the owner came later, he saw If you break into the door and open the box, you will think that you are a bad person. No, no, no.

It didn't take long for her to hold her head and fall asleep. At this time, she should have been taking a nap. The habits she had developed for years made her unstoppable fatigue, and she yawned and hugged the box over there and fell asleep.

When Tang Ziran came back, he did not go to the fourth floor first, but sat by the pond for a while. His heart was empty, as if it had been hollowed out. When he heard that yesterday, he couldn't help but be jealous and angry. He doesn't know where the feeling came from, but no matter where it came from, he had to restrain it.

It's just that when he saw her at the top of the stairs, the anger in his heart was stimulated again. He didn't think about how she could be here, but kissed her lips without any hesitation. He took her from the ground to his arms with his big hand. Maybe it was a sudden strangeness that made the red silk still in his dream unconscious. With a muffled hum, the other party leaned her tongue deeper as if she was encouraged. She felt that her breath had been taken away and opened her eyes in an immediately. At this moment, her cheeks were red and bleeding. Both of them were short of breaths, and they didn't even know where to put their hands. Tang Ziran saw that she opened her eyes and looked upright. The moment became strange, and he suddenly pushed her away and said coldly to her who fell to the ground, "How's it going? Do you like me or the ninth brother?

The blush on her face was even brighter, and even a faint red color appeared on her neck. Her breathing was disordered, and she had no time to think about why Tang Ziran was here, why he pushed herself away, and why he asked such a thing.