Just like many summer days, the sun is shining high, and the clear blue sky shines like azure emerald under the sunlight, shining dazzlingly.
Water vapor evaporated in the air, leaving only dry hot wind, blowing people from top to bottom.
But for Xiao Jiran and Xiao Rubian, this is the most important day of every month.
Before nine o'clock, they got up early, washed themselves, and took out two sets of clean clothes from a small oak cabinet under the bed.
They are all the same color of sky and water.
The fabric was made of rough linen, and red marks would quickly appear on the skin if touched, but this was the cleanest clothing they had.
Every fifteenth day, I would put it on solemnly and go to the Chenghuang Temple to see Yan Xiao.
The reason is not to worry her.
The abandoned temple has long been forgotten by people. The majestic and burly colored sculptures of the City God have also faded and been painted, leaving only the muddy interior, which looks mottled.
Fortunately, the temple was cleaned by Xiao Jiran and his son, so it was quite pleasing to the eye.
After all the cobwebs were removed, the overturned candlestick on the incense table was lifted up, and two apricot futons were placed on the haystack, making it look much neater and cleaner.
Xiao Jiran was holding a towel in his hand and was wiping the thick dust on the desk, but he was still uneasy.
I've been feeling uneasy since last night.
The words Yu Weiyin said kept pouring out of his mind, drowning him like a wave.
Yan Xiao will not meet you at the Chenghuang Temple this time, she will be entangled by Captain Chen...
On the night of winning the championship, Captain Chen prepares to take Yan Xiao as his concubine...
After Yan Xiao enters the Duwei Mansion, he will be locked in a high-rise building and contract a nasty disease. In the end, there will be no cure and he will die of depression...
That woman was just the daughter of an ordinary wealthy businessman. Why did she say these words?
I'm afraid you're talking nonsense just to get Yan Xiao's Yaoguang Ling, right?
However, there was a string in his heart that was so tight that he could not relax for a moment.
Thinking of those almost curse words...
He suddenly became frightened, threw the handkerchief on the ground, strode to the stone steps in front of the temple, and looked into the distance.
His eyes widened, his light brown pupils showed an anxious look, and even his lips began to turn white.
"Dad, it's still early. Didn't mother make an appointment with us at three o'clock in the morning?"
Xiao Rubian was worried about his father's cough. Although he hired a doctor with the fifty taels of silver, he lied and said that the doctor was doing a free consultation, so he persuaded Xiao Jiran to drink two cups of medicine.
However, my father can no longer be angry, nor can he suddenly become impatient.
Otherwise, if the meridians in the chest are pulled and the internal organs are affected, the coughing like a storm will definitely come.
Xiao Jiran clenched his fists and clenched his fingers tightly. The worry in his eyes did not reduce by half, and suddenly asked: "Ru Bian, do you believe that Miss Yu?"
Xiao Rubian nodded, remembering Yu Weiyin's beautiful and refined face in his mind, and laughed.
"Dad, of course I believe Sister Yinyin. She is a kind fairy sister. She said she would take us to find our mother..."
At this point, he seemed to remember something and suddenly grabbed his father's hand.
"Dad, just believe in Sister Yinyin! She is a good person!"
Xiao Jiran was not sure whether he was a good person or not, but what was certain was that this was a premeditated approach.
Yan Xiao, will Yan Xiao really be entangled by Captain Chen as she said today and unable to come?
Xiao Jiran's thoughts drifted to the sky, and he did not listen to his son's plea at all.
As time passed by, the fine sweat on his forehead gradually condensed into large beads of sweat and rolled down his cheeks.
The third quarter of Mao hour arrived, and soon, the hour of Chen also arrived.
Like a sculpture, he stood motionless in front of the temple, looking into the distance.
But there was no one on the muddy path. On both sides of the path were vines bent by the wind and rain, lying limply on the ground.
His heart was extremely frightened, until a loud cry sounded in his ears. Xiao Rubian couldn't help shaking his arms, and his thin white face was covered with crystal tears.
"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you? Why hasn't Mom come yet... Wuwuwu..."
He came to his senses, pulled the child between his arms, and wiped away the tears from Ru Bian's face. His heart was beating so hard that it almost jumped out of his chest.
At this moment, no matter whether Yu Weiyin is a good person or a bad person, he can only choose to believe her.
Xiao Jiran's eyes darkened, and he hugged his son tightly, his throat feeling tight.
He said: "Let's go find Miss Yu and ask her to help us."
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The private room on the second floor of Shichun Building.
Yan Xiao changed into a lotus-colored shirt and skirt, and no makeup was applied to her face. It was much lighter than before, but she still couldn't hide the charm between her eyebrows.
She waved away the maids, picked up the paper money for incense candles that she had prepared, and prepared to go out.
She said that she needed to worship her ancestors on the 15th of every month. The madam didn't believe her at first and sent someone to follow her secretly.
Later, she bitterly placed a sharp dagger across her neck, and the Madam could only turn one eye or close one.
After Yan Xiao came to Tongcheng from Yue, she had long heard about this beautiful woman's deeds.
Eloped with her lover and secretly gave birth to an illegitimate child...
The two people were tortured by Vietnamese thugs for several days and nights, and finally gave up and fled.
Nowadays, they only meet secretly once a month, and the madam doesn't say much anymore, but she is still afraid that she will take risks.
Such a beautiful hibiscus flower, a money tree that generates wealth day and night, no one can throw away.
When Yan Xiao goes out, the Madam will always use her body deed to remind her, "Don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have again."
She just smiled calmly and said with great ridicule: "Mom is really worried. Do you want to send a few more people to follow?"
The Madam knew that she had an arrogant temperament, so she didn't dare to say anything more, and just watched her go down the pear wood escalator.
Her black hair was pulled up into a high bun, held in place with only a jade hairpin, and there were no other beaded flower headdresses on her temples. However, her beauty still amazed all the men in Shichun Tower.
Yan Xiao only thinks about Xiao Jiran and her son Xiao Rubian.
I wonder if they are already waiting in front of the Chenghuang Temple...
Thinking of this, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and her cheeks instantly became gleaming.
Just as she was about to walk quickly towards the Chun Chun Building, a young man wearing a gray short coat and gray trousers stopped her with his hand.
"Miss Yan Xiao, stop here. My captain invites you to play the harp in the captain's mansion."
When Yan Xiao heard the name Captain Chen, she couldn't help but pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows, and her face was colder than frost.
She looked back at the Madam and raised her chin.
"Mom, I told you that we are going to worship our ancestors today and we won't see any guests."
The Madam came down one after another, and the servant added: "The Captain's carriage is outside, and the Captain himself came to pick up Miss Yan."
Yan Xiao's eyebrows knitted even tighter, and her heart seemed to be held in someone's hand, tightening it little by little.
She thought of what Yu Weiyin had said, and felt a sudden anger and indescribable feeling towards Captain Chen who was outside at this moment...