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Chapter 45: Confession

The atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger, and it is New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

In the past few days near New Year's Eve, Zhang Jiu lived a very quiet life, and Qin Ce, who came to report every day, was nowhere to be seen.

"Master Zhang, Mr. Jiang" the beaming shopkeeper ran to Zhang Jiu.

"Is the shopkeeper rushing to give us New Year's money?" The shopkeeper is over fifty years old, and he is indeed an elder to Jiang Ning and the others. Although Jiang Ning's words are abrupt, they will not appear abrupt.

"Young Master Jiang is joking." The shopkeeper's smile faded halfway.

"I'm serious," Jiang Ning said with a smile, "I'm waiting for the shopkeeper to give us a big red envelope. The inn is overcrowded during this time, so the shopkeeper must have made a lot of money, wouldn't he be reluctant to part with this money? You can't be too stingy."

"It's only thirty today, isn't it too early to give the New Year's money?" In fact, whether it's early or not is not a problem, the problem is that he is not prepared at all, and he has to pack a lot of red envelopes to catch the eyes of these two.

"If you have money delivered to your door, who would be too early, shopkeeper, don't you think so?" Jiang Ning blinked his bright eyes.

"Okay, Xiao Ning, stop teasing the shopkeeper." Zhang Jiu stopped the wicked Jiang Ning and rescued the shopkeeper, "Is the shopkeeper looking for us for something?"

"There is indeed something." The shopkeeper glanced at Jiang Ning, hesitating whether to say it or not.

“Treasurer but say it doesn’t matter”

"I want to ask the two gentlemen to write a couplet for my inn," said the shopkeeper.

"Oh, it's good to write couplets, but the words of the shopkeeper, me and Master Jiu are worth a fortune. Are you ready for the money?" Jiang Ning once again made things difficult for the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper felt that the smile on his face was stiff, and felt that he had made a mistake. He should find a chance for Zhang Jiu to be alone before talking about this matter.

"What is a word worth a thousand dollars? No one will want your words even if they are worth a penny." Zhang Jiu looked at Jiang Ning. "Don't pay attention to him, shopkeeper, do you want us to write it now?"

"Okay, please move, two gentlemen"

Writing Spring Festival couplets is nothing more than saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new. Zhang Jiu didn't bother to bother, so he wrote a random one.

But Jiang Ning showed off, and wanted to say some words. Compared with Jiang Ning, Zhang Jiu felt that he was inferior. If Jiang Ning's words could be described in one word, Zhang Jiu thought that the word "Yan Jin Liu Gu" could not be more suitable. Seeing Jiang Ning writing, Zhang Jiu would sigh a pity, people say that people are like their characters, but Jiang Ning's characters are too inconsistent with his characters.

Seeing that the two had written the Spring Festival couplets, the shopkeeper didn't care if the ink was still dry, and walked out with his arms in his arms. He didn't know whether he was in a hurry to paste it, or he was afraid that Jiang Ning would say something amazing again.

The Spring Festival is a festival of reunion of thousands of families. Many candidates in the inn inevitably feel homesick. In order to make it more lively, the kind shopkeeper made a plan to gather them together and held a banquet.The examinees in the inn did not disappoint the good intentions of the shopkeeper, and participated enthusiastically.

When the sunset is approaching, the inn is already full, and the scholars will inevitably have to fiddle with their literary talents when they get together. Naturally, they will do some poetry, so the New Year's party becomes a poetry competition, but no matter what kind of party it is, it is better than thinking about it alone. The home is much better, and there are more smiles on the faces of the candidates.

Compared with the gatherings that Zhang Jiu attended before, the current Poetry Contest is a bit boring, and the people are all well-behaved. Zhang Jiu is a little lacking in interest, and he doesn't plan to join it. Even if he joins, he will also recite poems , To do such a profound thing as poetry, he thought that if he didn't have that talent, he might as well be a competent audience.

When he was drowsy, Zhang Jiu seemed to hear someone calling his name, and he woke up smartly. Zhang Jiu looked at the eyes looking at him from all around in a daze, and asked Jiang Ning for no reason.

"The shopkeeper saw that you were about to fall asleep, and thought you were bored and found something for you to do," Jiang Ning said gloatingly.

Liang An on the other side was more reliable and told Zhang Jiu what happened, "The shopkeeper asked you to compose a poem."

Under the eyes of everyone, Zhang Jiu didn't want to shamelessly say the word "knowledge", so he had to think hard about the poems he had learned before, "The sound of firecrackers kills the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu; thousands of families and thousands of pupils Hitomi, always replace the old talisman with the new peach."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang is really talented." The shopkeeper was the first to praise, and then the others also praised.

Liang An looked at Zhang Jiu with satisfaction. This person who always said he was illiterate was actually more talented than anyone else, but he had to be pushed to the extreme to reveal his talent.

After the poem-writing incident, Zhang Jiu lost all sleepiness, looked at the pitch-black night and chatted with Jiang Ning and Liang An.

Although he likes to sleep, staying up late is a piece of cake for Zhang Jiu. It wasn't until the New Year's Eve firecrackers were lit and everyone dispersed that Zhang Jiu felt sleepy.

"Jiuye, I'm going to sleep." After yawning several times, Jiang Ning returned to her room to sleep contentedly, holding the red envelope that Liang An and the shopkeeper had begged for.

Zhang Jiu nodded and returned to the room.Shower, make bed, undress, sleep.When the penultimate instruction was executed, a knock on the door came to his ears.

Opening the door, Zhang Jiu froze when he saw someone who shouldn't be here.

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!" Zhang Jiu replied unconsciously.

"Are you going to stand here forever?" Qin Ce smiled.

Zhang Jiu let it go sideways, breaking away from the surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I miss you, let's take a look." Qin Ce's voice was very soft, but it was clearly heard by Zhang Jiu.

Zhang Jiu didn't know how to respond to this reason, so he could only keep silent.

Qin Ce never thought that Zhang Jiu would respond, so he grabbed Zhang Jiu and put the fox fur on him on the bed, and pushed him to the edge of the bed to sit down, "Why didn't you dry your hair?"

"I haven't had time to wipe it yet." Zhang Jiu looked at the towels on the shelf.

Qin Ce walked over automatically and picked up the towel.

Zhang Jiu looked at Qin Ce as if facing an enemy.

"You want to wipe it yourself?" Qin Ce asked.

Zhang Jiu nodded, and Qin Ce handed him the towel. Zhang Jiu felt a little unfamiliar with such a talkative Qin Ce, but he didn't have time to think too much.

With nothing to do, Zhang Jiu felt even more nervous. After thinking about it, he broke the silence, "Didn't you spend time with your family today?"

"I just came back from the palace." At that family banquet with different thoughts, everyone wore different masks, and there was no sense of home. Qin Ce couldn't help thinking of Zhang Jiu and wondering what he was doing. He was in no mood to deal with the family banquet, and when the banquet was over, people drove the carriage directly to the inn.

"It's so late, you should go home early." After Zhang Jiu finished speaking, his eyes went dark, and Qin Ce's figure blocked the candlelight.

"I want to see you more than going back home." Qin Ce stared at Zhang Jiu with dark eyes, and the cloth that had been covered by the scorching heat pulled away the covering cloth, and spontaneously ignited the moment it touched the air, burning into a raging fire.

Zhang Jiu raised his head and couldn't help lowering his head. Qin Ce's eyes are like the sun, as long as he gets close to it, he will be burned by the temperature above, which makes him want to escape, "It's the same when I come back tomorrow. Don't people come to visit for New Year's greetings on the first day of the new year?" ?”

"Now is the tomorrow you said." Qin Ce's voice was low.

Zhang Jiu was stunned for a moment before he realized what Qin Ce said. The firecrackers to welcome the New Year have been let off, and it is indeed the first day of junior high school now, but this is not the point. "I mean, you can come back after dawn."

"But I can't wait until dawn, I want to see you now," Qin Ce said.

Following Qin Ce's words, Zhang Jiu felt throbbing in his heart. His heart was beating wildly. He raised his head and looked at Qin Ce nervously. He was almost ignited by the fire in his eyes. The answer was ready to come out, but Zhang Jiu pressed him firmly. After thinking about it for a long time in my mind, I didn't say a word.

Qin Ce leaned down, his eyes the same color as the night reflected Zhang Jiu's face, and his voice was deeply bewildered, "Do you want to know why?"

Why can't wait for dawn, or why do you want to see him?Zhang Jiu was sure that no matter which one he didn't want to know at all.

"Because..." Qin Ce didn't go on, and used actions to show the reason why he wanted to tell Zhang Jiu more directly. He kissed that trembling lips, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time erupted in an instant. It's like a flood burst out of control.