Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

July 14th, this day is coming soon.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were afraid that their master would use the excuse of looking for a tomb to avoid taking them to see the play, so they dragged Lin Jiu out to wander around the mountain for a whole day yesterday.

Fortunately, we found a suitable place on a hill not far from the next town.

With the front facing the back and the back leaning against the sides, it is surrounded on both sides and is shaped like a "taishi chair". It is indeed a Feng Shui treasure land, even better than the dragonfly-diving-water hole that Old Master Ren had previously.

Lin Jiu made a prompt decision and decided to bury Old Master Ren here.

So he asked Qiu Sheng to ride his bicycle back to inform Tingting, and wait for an auspicious day to bury his ashes.

Qiu Sheng did not refuse and went happily.

But this time when he came back, he and Wencai pestered Lin Jiu to ask for money.

Qiu Sheng nudged the cowering Wencai, but he couldn't move him no matter how hard he tried. He rolled his eyes helplessly and walked towards Lin Jiu, who was writing. He lowered his voice and asked tentatively:

"Master? Of the money I deposited with you, could you... could you allocate a monthly allotment to me?"

Wencai poked his head out from behind Qiu Sheng and stammered, "I, I want one too."

Lin Jiubi kept writing, and when he wrote the name, he subconsciously looked up.

Seeing this, Qiu Sheng quickly retracted his head and laughed dryly.

Lin Jiubai glanced at him, then covered his eyes slightly with his left hand, wrote the word "Lin", and then slowly asked:

"What do you need money for?"

Qiu Sheng's eyes turned, "We are useful!"

Wencai agreed, "Yes, yes, it works."

Seeing that they were not looking, he wrote his name very quickly. When he finished the last stroke, he suddenly felt a stream of hot air rushing straight to his forehead.

Brat!

Lin Jiu immediately covered the paper with his hands. Regardless of whether Qiu Sheng saw it or not, he was furious.

"What are you looking at? I'll keep your money. If you decide to move to a big city, I'll return it to you."

Qiu Sheng leaned against the table, twisted his fingers, and stuck out his butt, "Ah Jiao~Ah Jiao~"

have to.

He still saw it.

Lin Jiu's face flushed, but his back teeth were gritting.

"Ah Jiao, Ah Jiao, that sounds nice, doesn't it? Go and fold gold ingots! Mr. Zhang has ordered two large baskets, and they're due tomorrow. If you don't finish folding them, you're not allowed to go out tonight!"

Seeing Lin Jiu's fists clenched tightly and his eyes constantly searching for something on the table that he could throw, Qiu Sheng knew that he was going to attack again, so he dodged and ran out the door in an instant.

Wencai was frightened by Lin Jiu's dark red face. He hurriedly followed him out, "Master, Senior Brother, wait for me!"

……

Just as Lin Jiuren suppressed his humiliation and anger and carefully folded the note to the underworld—

"Squeak."

The door opened a crack.

Qiu Sheng stuck his head in and said with a smile:

"Master, if you don't give it to me, I will tell Jing your real name—"

"call out!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

In an instant, a silver light flashed by, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture its trajectory.

Immediately afterwards, a carving knife appeared in the door above Qiu Sheng's head and cut into the wood.

His eyes, which were already as big as copper bells, were now staring in horror at a small tuft of hair that was slowly falling in front of him.

Lin Jiu, however, had a fake smile on his face. His sharp eyes were half-closed as he stared at Qiu Sheng at the door. He said coldly, "Go ahead and try."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng's head shrank back like a frightened turtle.

At the same time, the tightly closed door was instantly closed.

Then, Qiu Sheng's panicked voice came from outside the door:

"Wencai, hurry up, help me check if my head is bald?!"

After a moment, Wencai's hesitant voice came in: "It's, it's okay."

Hearing this answer, Qiu Sheng immediately jumped up and down, shouting, "What do you mean it's okay?! How is it?!"

Wencai seemed to be frightened and stammered, "...I'm not bald, it just seems to have a small indentation."

"Ah?!" Qiu Sheng couldn't help but scream when he heard this, "Huh? How could this happen?... Mirror! I want a mirror!!!"

Accompanied by a flurry of footsteps, Qiu Sheng ran away into the distance, and the anxious shouts gradually disappeared in the distance.

At this moment, Lin Jiu was the only one left in the quiet study.

He snorted coldly with an expressionless face, and a hint of shame and anger appeared in his cold eyes.

That brat probably won't tell her, right?

After finishing his work, he suddenly remembered something, so he took out some colorful paper and folded it up...

……

"Sister Jingzhi, please lend me some monthly allowance. You don't want to see me go to meet my idol empty-handed, do you?"

Seeing that only a small tuft of hair was cut off, Qiu Sheng had long forgotten Lin Jiu's lesson.

At this moment, he was just reaching out his hand to pat Jingzhi's shoulder. As soon as he patted her, Jingzhi's shoulders slumped, and she groaned twice, and quickly said:

"Don't touch me! If you touch me again, I won't get a dime!"

Qiu Sheng walked around to the front, squatted at her feet and smiled, "I'll help you fold it. When you're done, lend it to me."

Wencai, the Voldemort, had already picked up the yellow paper and sat beside her, secretly folding it. As he folded it, he looked at Jingzhi with an aggrieved face and said, "I, I want to borrow it too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jingzhi looked up at him in slight shock and said, "Didn't I just give you a dollar the day before yesterday? You spent it all so quickly?"

"No, I want change."

Under his master's watchful eyes, how could he dare take the dollar out to the town to exchange for change? He was lucky that it wasn't confiscated.

Two people, four eyes, all looked at Jingzhi with sparkling anticipation, leaving her speechless.

"Agree, don't tell Jiu, or he'll accuse me of wasting money again."

As she spoke, she took off the bulging purse from her waist and threw it towards Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng caught it steadily, opened it, and took a look. "Huh? It's wrinkled like this. Did you drop the bag in the water?"

Jingzhi pursed her lips, threw a folded paper ingot over, and said unhappily:

"It's none of your business, whether you want it or not, don't give it back to me!"

Qiu Sheng shook his head, then took out the small balls of banknotes from inside and said indifferently:

"It's okay, just use Master's iron!"

He glanced at Wencai and kicked him again, "You go."

"why me?"

Qiu Sheng crossed his legs and said, "Look, I was the one who asked Master for money first. I even lost a bunch of hair. Now it's your turn."

Wencai covered his ankle, which was hurt by the kick, and muttered softly, "That's why I didn't get it, and my hair is falling out, it's your own fault."

Qiu Sheng raised his hand, pretending to slap him, "Are you going or not?"

"……go."

Wencai secretly glared at Qiu Sheng on the top of his head and went out reluctantly.

As soon as he went out, Jingzhi kicked Qiu Sheng.

"Why are you so mean to him? Jiu only has two of you as his disciples, why don't you treat him better?"

Qiu Sheng covered his ankle and pretended to be in great pain, crying out "ouch, ouch" twice. Seeing that she was unmoved and expressionless, he suddenly smiled teasingly:

"You always call me 'Ajiu Ajiu'. Do you like my master?"

Jingyi said calmly, "Yeah, so what?"

Qiu Sheng choked and was stunned for a few seconds before he exclaimed, "You are so straightforward!"

Jingzhi sighed leisurely, "What's the point of being blunt? Your master is much more cunning than you are. You can see it, and he... must have seen it too."

But he still turned her away, what else could she do?

Qiu Sheng looked at the crumpled handful of pocket money on the table and suddenly leaned closer. "Do you want me to help you?"

Jingzhi glanced at him and asked, "How can I help?"

Qiu Sheng put down his feet, sat up straight, cleared his throat and was about to discuss with Jingzhi the plan to "seduce" Lin Jiu when the door suddenly creaked open.

The two of them looked back and saw Wencai holding an iron like a thief, so they quickly turned around and closed the door tightly.

Jingzhi kindly reminded, "Leave a crack, there are sweet potatoes roasting here, be careful not to poison everyone here soon."

Wencai paused and hurried back to open the door a little.

"Where's Jiu?"

"Oh, he was doing something in the study. I went to his room to get the iron and came back. Hey, guess what I saw in his room?"

"What?"

Wencai came over, put the iron on the stove to heat it up, and then gestured at the clothes on his body and said:

"There was a light yellow robe hanging at the head of his bed. It was ironed perfectly without a wrinkle and looked new. I had never seen him wear it before."

Jingzhi suddenly grinned, her eyes full of anticipation. She raised her head slightly and looked into the void, her mind full of fantasies.

He... probably likes it, so he will probably wear it tonight.

By the way, even though Wencai and Qiu Sheng are two third wheelers, if she and him... go to the theater together, does that count as a date?

Thinking of him wearing new clothes, Jingzhi immediately stood up and stuffed the half-folded gold ingot in his hand into Wencai's hand, "I'm going out for a while!"

After saying that, she hurried back to her room, took out the newly bought clothes and the few pieces that Tingting had given her, and placed them on the bed.

She crossed her arms and stroked her chin in thought.

The light pink color seemed to make her look younger, and she didn't want to look too much older than him.

Dark blue. Today is a happy day, and wearing this seems too depressing.

Light yellow... this is good!

Jingzhi picked up the light yellow skirt at the end of the bed and chuckled.

It seems like...a couple's outfit, let's go with this one.

She took the clothes and was about to change them, but suddenly she smelled the scent of roasted sweet potato on herself and frowned.

Then he quickly walked to her dressing table, opened the drawer, and took out her newly bought osmanthus scented soap.

I'd better take a bath, she thought.

If you go on a date, you have to smell good too.

……

Half an hour later, Jingzhi finally finished her bath.

She walked out of the bathroom slowly, looking refreshed.

At this moment, she looked brand new. Not only was she wearing the carefully selected clothes, but her hair on both sides was also carefully braided into braids and tied gently behind her head with a light yellow ribbon.

Her originally snow-white face was now stained with a light peach-blossom red due to the contact with hot water, making her look even more charming and beautiful.

The moment Lin Jiu walked out of the study, he saw this scene.

He originally thought the flower cards in his hand were very beautiful, but suddenly he felt that they were not even one-tenth as good as hers.

He stood there in a daze, staring at her for a few seconds. Suddenly, he heard her happy laughter. He hurriedly looked away and hid the flower card in his hand behind his back.

Jingzhi put her hands behind her back, approached him shyly, and asked softly with a hint of expectation:

"Hey, Jiu, do I look good today?"

Before Lin Jiu could finish his words, his ears turned red.

He turned around somewhat uncomfortably, took small quick steps, hid the flower cards in front of him, and walked towards the room where the infant spirits were kept.

Jingzhi looked at the light yellow robe he had changed into, and her eyes instantly turned into crescents. She moved her gaze upwards and saw his slicked-back hair, and she was even more delighted that she couldn't stop smiling.

She didn't care about the Fang flower card in his hand. She just wanted to think that he was also looking forward to this "date".

"Ajiu, wait for me, you haven't answered me yet!" She hurriedly chased after him.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Lin Jiu holding a square seal and pressing it on a larger heart-shaped flower card. He said to Qiu Sheng with a serious face:

"It's all for Sister Fang anyway, so you don't mind, do you? I don't mind anyway!"

Jingzhi burst out laughing.

It turns out that the always serious old man Ajiu also has his moments of cheating his apprentices.

Suddenly hearing her laughter, Lin Jiu's body stiffened again.

Lin Jiu closed his eyes, and suddenly a blush appeared on his face.

In an instant, he felt that his dignity had vanished...

Qiu Sheng and Wencai had never seen his face blush before, and they laughed so hard that they fell over with their mouths wide open.

Lin Jiu couldn't do anything to Jingzhi, so could he not deal with these two disciples?

He frowned, pointed at the pile of paper money on the table, and said unhappily:

"If you can't fold it well, don't even think about leaving this door."

When Qiu Sheng heard this, he immediately looked at Jingzhi for help, muttering:

"What?! There are so many! It will take till dawn to finish folding them all!"

Of course, forget about watching the show.

Jingzhi walked in, winked at Qiu Sheng mischievously, and smiled secretly, "Ajiu, hurry up and grab a good seat. That Fang Jie must be very popular. If you go too late, you won't be able to get a front row seat."

Lin Jiu turned around to look at her. She immediately put on an innocent look, her eyes wide open, and pointed outside the house and said, "Let's go."

Lin Jiu felt a little anxious because of what she said, but six pairs of eyes were watching him.

Being very proud, he just nodded indifferently, said "hmm" in a low voice, then tossed his skirt and walked out holding the big flower card.

As soon as I left the house, I heard Jingzhi's sincere praise behind me:

"Ajiu, you look really good in this outfit. You look so handsome today!"

The pace, which was originally neither fast nor slow, suddenly stopped, and then unconsciously quickened.

The evening sunlight shone on his red ears, giving them a faint orange-red glow.

Jingzhi didn't care about the two people with sad faces behind him, and followed happily, like a happy little sparrow, saying "how handsome" left and right, "how stylish", praising Lin Jiu so much that he walked faster and faster.

She thought that he was a face-conscious and obedient man in this life, and she was the best at it, didn't she just say it?

So she praised him all the way until her mouth was dry.

Hearing her suddenly cough and swallow, Lin Jiu handed her a familiar kettle and said, "Drink it."

Jingyi took it with a look of surprise, "Yours?"

Lin Jiu straightened his neck, looked straight ahead, and said calmly, "It's yours. There's something engraved on it."

Jingzhi looked down when he heard this and saw a beautiful word "Jing" engraved on the lower right corner of the kettle.

This time she was not discouraged, and the word "quiet" made her smile.

"Did you carve it?"

She knew clearly that his handwriting was the most beautiful in the charity cemetery, but she still insisted on asking, simply because she wanted to see his reaction.

as predicted.

She forced him to start sprinting again.

Jingzhi picked up the kettle and took a sip.

It’s... herbal tea.

How come he has the same habit as Lin Feng, liking to make herbal tea for people to drink.

……never mind.

Yes, it's better than nothing.