Zhong Yusu said she missed herself. Only a ghost would believe it. It’s not like Meng Xinghe didn’t know how powerful she was as a woman. Everyone knew what they were like in their hearts, so they didn’t need to be so careful with their words. The two most notorious scum in Taoyuan, Hua Liu The husband and the Fengchen lady, the two of them "splashed" together, and their power was infinite, and they even fascinated thousands of men and women. Sitting together, although they were serious, there was always a smell of adultery.
To a certain extent, the relationship between Meng Xinghe and Zhong Yusu is that of good friends, because they have worked together once before, and they were also the partners who made Meng Xinghe's first pot of gold. He understands the principle of not forgetting the well digger when it comes to water. Look at Zhong Yusu. The forced smile on her face showed that her coming to Chang'an was not what she had in mind. Meng Xinghe didn't want to interfere with other people's family affairs, so he asked casually: "By the way, how are you doing, big brother? He is about to take the science test. He must be Ye Ye Qingdeng, you are studying hard,"
After finding a topic that could be changed, Meng Xinghe asked casually, and Zhong Yusu chuckled and said: "The minister specially invited two highly respected masters to tutor Haoran every day. He is much more tired than you. How can he be as good as you?" Come out to drink tea and chat in your leisure time,”
Of course, Meng Xinghe knew that Zhao Haoran must be studying very hard now, so he accepted all Zhong Yusu's comments about him. Zhong Yusu said leisurely: "A few days ago, I heard Haoran talk about you living in the Imperial College. It just so happens that I am not used to living in the Vice Minister's Mansion. Why don't you come over here to see your old friend? Chang'an is more prosperous than Taoyuan and Jiangdu. There are more brothels here, which must be of your liking. There is a lot of fun and debauchery."
Whether this evaluation is a compliment or a criticism, Meng Xinghe sighed: "What's the use of prosperity in the prosperous age? It's not as good as the mountain hill in Taoyuan. At least you can see the traffic, and hear chickens and dogs. It's suitable to settle down and have children there." female,"
Seeing Meng Xinghe's expression, which he didn't know whether he was serious or fake, Zhong Yusu carefully savored his words. Indeed, compared to Chang'an, Taoyuan is a remote and remote place, but at least they can live a comfortable life there. Many people come out at sunrise. Resting at sunset, no matter rich or poor, all have that kind of simple smile on their faces. In Chang'an, the imperial capital where money, status, and power are highly concentrated, even the beggars on the roadside feel that they are richer than the beggars in other places. Being superior to others was one of the reasons why she was unwilling to come to Chang'an.
After staying in the room for a long time, I chatted some more about Jiangdu with Meng Xinghe. I don’t know how many months they haven’t seen each other. Why does Zhong Yusu like to talk about trivial things? I am afraid that she has been in Chang’an for some days and has not found a chat box with her. When I saw Meng Xinghe today, I wanted to talk as much as I could. I threw all the happy things that I wanted to say in my heart but never said out loud to Meng Xinghe and asked him to share them with me.
Whatever was happy, sad, sentimental or complaining, Meng Xinghe felt like hearing a woman whose hunger and thirst had not been quenched for many years, murmuring in front of him. However, fortunately, he was more patient and bit the bullet to listen to them all. From time to time, He lamented for Zhong Yusu, as if he was very involved. He didn't know why Zhong Yusu became so nagging, but he tried his best to be the person she confided in, both to her and to himself. Meng Xinghe Everyone feels that it is necessary.
After talking about the hour, Zhong Yusu also said she was tired, giggled, and took a rest. Then she was about to leave. Meng Xinghe had no intention of staying, and sent Zhong Yusu to the door. When she was about to turn around, Zhong Yusu stepped forward. Shanshan moved, finally paused for a moment, and asked as if she was very concerned: "Meng Xinghe, you said you wanted to draw a portrait for me. How about you go to the Vice Minister's Mansion another day when you have time?"
Meng Xinghe didn't remember this incident, so he could only nod and smile: "Definitely,"
Zhong Yusu hesitated to speak, looked down at the steps she took, and walked slowly into the distance until that beautiful back disappeared. Meng Xinghe always felt that Zhong Yusu had changed a lot after not seeing each other for several months, at least her back had changed. Yes, it makes people feel sad and desolate after watching it.
After Zhong Yusu left, Aunt Yun happened to walk out of the room.
"You recognize her," Aunt Yun said inexplicably.
Meng Xinghe smiled: "I know her," and he asked again: "Aunt Yun knows her,"
Aunt Yun was not sure. She thought she looked familiar when she saw Zhong Yusu. She shook her head and said, "I don't know. I think she looks like the same person."
"who,"
"The daughter of Pei Ju, the minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs of the former dynasty,"
"Pei Ju," Meng Xinghe's head was a little dizzy: "Who is it? Is the official high?"
Aunt Yun rolled her eyes at him and said calmly: "His trusted officials, how big do you think they are?"
Meng Xinghe knew that the person Aunt Yun was talking about was Emperor Yang of Sui. Since he was a confidant of Emperor Yang of Sui, he was at least a frontier official of the first three ranks. If Zhong Yusu was really Pei Ju's daughter, she would have gone from being a good lady to what she is now. The appearance is a bit ironic, but even the golden princess of Aunt Yun was exiled to the people with the demise of the Sui Dynasty, and Zhong Yusu's experience can also be seen as ordinary.
"Why do you think she is Pei Ju's daughter?" Meng Xinghe asked an idiotic question. Aunt Yun was a princess of the previous dynasty, so of course she had met the daughters of those ministers.
"I don't know. The first time I saw her, I felt that her eyes looked very much like Pei Ju's." Aunt Yun was not sure and quickly changed the subject: "If we don't talk about this, those things are in the past. It's meaningless to talk about it now."
Meng Xinghe said "Oh" and turned around to go back to his room. Aunt Yun asked him again: "Looking at her, she seems to have something on her mind. By the way, is she also in Chang'an now?"
"At the Minister's Mansion," Meng Xinghe answered without thinking. Aunt Yun noted the location and went out to prepare lunch for Meng Xinghe.
In the afternoon, it started raining, and Meng Xinghe finally didn't have to go to the Xiangguo Temple to draw pictures of beauties. He even hoped that it would rain every day until the imperial examination was over, then everything would be fine.
The weather in early April already had the feeling of a long summer, not to mention that when it rained, the air was even more stuffy. Meng Xinghe was sitting in the room. After reading for a long time, he was about to take a nap. The rain outside the window kept falling. Stop, the eaves water dripping from the eaves, hitting the railing outside like a symphony of sounds in the valley, quite peaceful, Meng Xinghe lay comfortably on the bed, confused With his eyes open, he didn't go out to paint. He felt that this kind of life was satisfying enough. It would be great to lie down for the rest of his life.
He was having endless daydreams about the beautiful things in his heart. Meng Xinghe's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. At this time, except for Aunt Yun, there was no one else who entered his room and knocked on the door.
"Something's wrong." Meng Xinghe stood up and saw that Aunt Yun's hair was wet. She looked at him with a pitiful look, as if she was expecting something. Meng Xinghe jumped up in a hurry and said, "What are you standing for? Go and dry your hair quickly, you'll get sick,"
Aunt Yun felt a little touched. Just when she was about to open her mouth to express her grievances, Meng Xinghe immediately said: "It doesn't matter if you are sick, but I rely on you for all my three meals a day. You must not fall ill. Do you understand?" ,"
Meng Xinghe threw a clean cloth over and asked Aunt Yun to wipe his hair. Aunt Yun glared at him fiercely, threw it aside and said: "My room is leaking, if you want me to prepare a day for you in the future, After three meals, go and fix it for me,"
Looking at Aunt Yun's complaining eyes, Meng Xinghe came to her room. It was very neat and elegant, much better than his. However, rain occasionally dripped from the cracks in the mud tiles above. Aunt Yun found a few very nice rooms. The big pottery bowl caught it. This situation reminded Meng Xinghe that in the past, at his grandparents' house in the countryside, every time it thundered or rained, all kinds of things would always appear in the house, whether they were big or small bowls, or red pots and green buckets. , in short it almost took up the entire room.
Meng Xinghe seemed to have experience in handling this situation. He asked Aunt Yun to move all the easily damp things in the house, such as clothes and quilts, to his room. Then he braved the rain and walked out of the School of Science. I borrowed a long ladder for climbing up and prepared to go up to the roof to repair it in the rain.
Aunt Yun stood in front of the house and saw Meng Xinghe climbing up the long ladder step by step. She was afraid that he, who did not know martial arts, would accidentally slip and fall down. With her heart in her throat, she whispered: "How about we wait until the rain stops before repairing it,"
Meng Xinghe ignored it and climbed to the roof. Fortunately, the buildings in this era were not high, so he didn't have to worry about falling to his death even if he lost his footing.
Finding the place corresponding to Aunt Yun's room, Meng Xinghe slowly walked over and saw that a few pieces of mud tiles were broken. No wonder the leakage was so serious. He went back again, found a few pieces of mud tiles, and then repeated the process just now. He moved and hastily replaced the broken parts of Aunt Yun's roof.
After doing these things, Meng Xinghe will return the same way.
It felt uncomfortable to be rained on and blown by the wind on the roof. He wanted to come down earlier than anyone else. Holding on to the long ladder leaning against the eaves, Meng Xinghe moved down step by step. When Aunt Yun saw that he had returned safely, she hung on Her heart finally fell to the ground. She looked at Meng Xinghe who was almost soaked and falling from the sky with messy hair. She felt a little warm in her heart. Although Meng Xinghe often quarreled with her, he often acted decisively. The kind of rewards and punishments undoubtedly made Meng Xinghe's image in Aunt Yun's heart even higher. She suddenly expressed concern for him and said, "Be careful,"
"Yes," Meng Xinghe nodded. This sentence is worth a thousand words. Although it came relatively late and he heard it only after he had retired after his success, Meng Xinghe felt a little happy in his heart.
Therefore, in the rain, Meng Xinghe looked at Aunt Yun and smiled ugly. However, Aunt Yun did not dislike his smile. Instead, she felt that the current Meng Xinghe was the most real one. She would help a woman repair her house and work on the ground. A man who farms, instead of talking nonsense and looking like he is not doing his job properly.
Then, in front of the door, a woman stood there quietly, smiling wisely, and the raindrops around her matched her affectionate tenderness.
The world is absolutely beautiful.
"Oops," this scene made Meng Xinghe suddenly scream. It was like he was walking on the road and stepped into a huge man-made pit. His feet felt unsteady when he stepped in the air. He actually stepped on the air and rolled down the ladder. He fell down, dragged his feet and fell to the ground.
Aunt Yun was stunned and hurriedly ran over to ask Meng Xinghe if everything was okay.
Meng Xinghe got up from the ground with a wry smile. Regardless of whether he was well or not, he said: "Sister, do you know that laughter can kill people?" Meng Xinghe touched his waist, feeling a little downcast. Walking into the house, his face was filled with the expression of eternal regret for one mistake. He stopped smiling sooner or later, but he had to wait until he got off the ladder to laugh. Isn't this a lie?