unlucky ghost

The cold air hit his face along the way, and Tan Zi really woke up a lot earlier, his face was red and white, and he still had some anger, and he sat on the edge of the table without saying a word and sulked.

Not long after, Qin Qing brought back a jar of warm wine and put it in front of Tan Zishi.

Tan Zishi picked up the wine jar and drank it like a cow.

"Bad bastard... bastard... dare to say I... I can't do it, you say..." Tan Zishi poked Xiaoge's nose with his finger and said, "You think I can do it, huh?"

With a stiff face, the little pigeon stammered: "This... this, Lord... don't listen to her nonsense."

Tan Zishi poked his nose again, and said sharply, "Why don't you answer me?"

The little pigeon hurriedly lowered her head, and said: "This...Master, why don't you go to bed early, don't you have to go to the accountant's room to learn from Mr. Wang tomorrow?"

Tanzi really ignored his words, shook his head, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, touched his fleshy face, and said in a vague way: "Don't you know? Huh?"

The little pigeon froze as if struck by lightning, and hurriedly backed away.

Tanzi followed up relentlessly, looking straight into the depths of his eyes, and said, "How could you not know? I... all my thoughts are devoted to you, why don't you Do you know?"

The little pigeon was completely dumbfounded, and prevaricated: "Master,... this, I really don't know..."

Seeing that Tanzi was really drunk, Qin Qing didn't know who he took the little pigeon for at the moment, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the little pigeon aside, saying: "Master, he is a little pigeon, just a little slave. How could he know?"

Tanzi was stunned for a moment, fell back on the stool in frustration, and sighed, "Little pigeon..."

Qin Qing hurried forward and said: "Master, it's getting late, why don't you go to bed?"

Tan Zishi slapped the table, jumped up again, and shouted: "Who does he think he is, how dare he ignore this young master!"

Said and quickly pushed the door out.

Xiao Gezi and Qin Qing hurriedly followed behind and persuaded: "Master, it's cold outside, hurry up and go back to the house."

Tanzi actually waded through the wet and cold flowers and plants, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and went straight to the wing room in the side courtyard.

The little pigeon saw that he was wearing thin clothes, and the cloak had already been wet by the dew, and persuaded him: "Master, it's better to go back quickly, it's time to catch a cold..."

Tanzi acted as if he hadn't heard, and shouted as he walked, "Shut up, I'm going to ask you about it today."

Tan Zishi gasped, and said again, "If I want him to tolerate me in his eyes, he must also tolerate me in his heart..."

Just as he was talking, the door of the southernmost wing room opened wide with a "Yiya". Jiang Han leaned on the edge of the door with his arms folded and looked at him. The candlelight came out from behind him. Qing's calm and calm eyes were bright, he raised his head slightly, and looked down at Tan Zishi.

Tanzi was really talking about it, and he had already stepped up the wooden steps. Seeing Jiang Han suddenly appearing in front of him, he was distracted for a moment, and fell straight to Jiang Han's feet, in a panic.

Lingyu Qinggu also opened the window and poked her head out to watch the excitement.

Jiang Han glanced at their faces coldly, and the two of them bit their tongues and shrank back.

"Heh... What are you doing, young master? It's such a small gift." Jiang Han sneered, but didn't move, just staring at Tanzi's distressed appearance on the ground.

The little pigeon hurriedly helped him up from the ground, and said to Jiang Han, "Master Jiang, why are you talking sarcasticly? If the young master didn't come here to look for you, would he have fallen like this?"

Jiang Han blocked the door, and said coldly: "It's all my fault for co-authoring?"

One sentence choked the little pigeon half to death.

Tan Zishi waved his sleeves and shouted: "Stupid slave, whoever makes you talk too much, go back to me!"

The little pigeon followed Qin Qing and retreated with an aggrieved expression.

Tanzi shivered from the cold, stretched out his hand and pulled the cloak wrapped outside.

The two of them just stood there staring at each other for a while, Tan Zishi's lips were white, and he shivered again, Jiang Han stretched out his hand to cover his cloak for him.Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he looked up and saw Tan Zi pursing his lips like a child, with big teardrops swirling in his eye sockets.

"Where are you making trouble? Why can't I understand?" Jiang Han stared suspiciously into his eyes, not knowing what was going on.

"You...why did you treat me like this?" Tan Zishi's face was still full of alcohol, his cheeks were burning with clouds, and his eyes were flooded with water.

With a "click", two teardrops hit his hands, which startled Jiang Han.

This heartless prodigal/swinger sometimes even sheds tears.

Tan Zishi was shivering from the cold at this time, wiping his tears and grinding his teeth to "cluck".

Seeing that his lips had turned from white to black, Jiang Han remembered to call him into the house.

Jiang Han supported him, pushed him down on the stool, and pulled out a thick robe to put on him.

Tan Zishi tugged at Jiang Han's sleeve, and asked tearfully, "A few days ago...why did you treat me like that? Are you really that mean to me?"

Jiang Han hesitated for a moment, did not take his sleeves away, and asked with a frown, "How did I treat you?"

Tanzi sniffled, and said with great aggrievedness: "...On that day, the little pigeon came to ask you to write the first seven-character rhythm. Why did you intentionally cause me to be beaten by the old man?"

Jiang Han said lightly: "Are you really confused or fake confused?"

Tanzi sucked his nose, a stream of tears rolled down his face, he asked puzzled, "Where are you confused?"

Jiang Han sighed, and Qu Zhi wiped the cold tears off his face for him, saying: "I won't help you, so naturally I hope you can learn some real skills, I can't just let you waste it like this?"

Tan Zishi's eye sockets immediately flooded with spring water, and he looked at Jiang Han pitifully, making people want to laugh so childishly.

"Look at the scar on this hand, it was cut by Ye Teng when I went to the back mountain to catch crickets for you last time." As he said, he stretched out a finger to show him, there was indeed a faint scar.

Jiang Han rolled up his sleeves, wiped the corners of his eyes, poured a cup of hot tea into his hands.

"Don't cry, why are you...like a child..." Jiang Han frowned and said, "Drink some tea to wash away the alcohol."

Tan Zishi held the teacup in both hands, twitched his nose, and stared at him with wet eyes.

Jiang Han frowned, turned his back, sighed for a while, and said, "You're drunk..."

As soon as he turned around, the drunken Tan Zishi was lying on the table and sleeping soundly, with a cup of tea in his hand curling up with light smoke.

In the early morning of the next day, the world was shrouded in a thick layer of cold mist.

Looking up, ten steps away is full of white water mist, green branches, flowers and leaves are covered with a thick layer of translucent dew beads, everything in the world is really like looking at flowers through fog, hazy and mesmerizing.

The little pigeon yawned and turned into the courtyard from the veranda. Two emerald green parrots under the corner of the eaves were hungry. Seeing the little pigeon, one of them shouted: "Little pigeon!"

Another followed, "Stupid slave!"

The little pigeon got so angry that she raised her hand and brushed a chestnut on the head of a parrot, and cursed back, "You little bastard, I'm telling you to talk nonsense!"

I wanted to fight again, but suddenly I heard someone say: "Beating a 'dog' depends on the owner, don't you even understand this truth?"

The little pigeon stopped, and the parrot took the opportunity to peck hard on the back of his hand. The pain caused him to withdraw his hand. When he turned his head to look, he saw Jiang Han standing in the window and smiling at him.

Tanzi was really asleep, when he was disturbed by the voice, he turned over on the bed, and opened his eyes in a daze.

The little pigeon snorted coldly at Jiang Han, entered the room through the open door, walked to the side of Tanzi's bed and tucked up the quilt for Tanzi, and said with concern: "Master, why are you awake?" So early?"

Tan Zishi rubbed his eyes, only to see that Jiang Han was still standing next to him, straightening his clothes with his back facing him.

Tan Zishi's face turned red and white, he seemed embarrassed and apologetic, and he stammered: "Jiang... Jiang Han, I, I..."

Jiang Han lazily turned around, looked at him with raised eyebrows, and said lightly: "But you're awake?"

Tanzi really didn't dare to look him in the eyes, so he lowered his eyelids and said, "Ah...wake up...wake up."

Jiang Han saw that he was so awkward, like a mouse that stole food and saw a cat, frowned and said: "It's good to wake up, get up early, today I have to look for Mr. Wang in the accounting room."

Tan Zishi lowered his head, hesitant to speak.

Jiang Han said: "Get up earlier, I'll go back first." After that, he went straight out of the door, walked outside the door, touched the parrot whose head was hung by the little pigeon, and disappeared into the fog.

The little pigeon said: "The master is still so arrogant!"

Tan Zishi rubbed his face and scolded: "What's the matter with you, why don't you help me dress and freshen up!"

The little pigeon pouted, and went inside to find clean clothes for him not very happy.Before he took a step, he saw the gilt cloak neatly stacked on the desk, with a thin layer of dust still stuck to it.

"Grandpa, this cloak is dirty, and it has rolled so much dust, so I might as well throw it away." As soon as the little pigeon saw the cloak, he thought of Jiang Han's self-sufficient appearance, and felt angry.

"What cloak?" Tanzi pressed his forehead and asked.

"It's the one that got dirty when I ran to Jiang Han's gate last night and fell."

Tan Zishi took a look, saw that the stack was very neat, smiled, and said: "This is what he stacked, don't throw it away, just take it to the backyard and ask the maids to wash it."

After taking care of Tan Zishi, the little pigeon dressed, washed and washed, and followed Tan Zishi to the courtyard with a stack of books.

At noon, Master Tan came to Tan Zishi's bedroom, sat by the table and asked Tan Zishi, "Have you been feeling better recently?"

Tanzi really lost his notebook, fell down on the couch and said, "Thanks to you, I can eat and sleep alive, very good."

His father frowned, held back his anger and said: "Do you know that I am your father, and you just talk to your father like this?"

"Why don't you say so, why are you so well-behaved?"

His father took a deep breath, holding back his anger, his eyes were clouded at the first glance, he half-closed his eyes and said: "Did you offend Mr. Zhuge again yesterday?"

Tanzi turned over on the couch, and said disdainfully: "How dare you make the old man angry again, it's because he is too angry, why blame me again?"

Master Tan opened his eyes, looked at his sloppy behavior, hated iron but had nothing to do with him, so he sighed, got up and went out of the house.

"Just dawdle like this. Your father and I have only been around for a few years. Once I'm buried, what will happen to you?"

Tan Zishi buried his head in the mattress, without even looking at his father, he muttered: "Didn't you promise me to the Liu family long ago? One day, I will marry the daughter of the Liu family, and your ancestral foundation will not be worrying." If it’s gone, why should I worry about it?”

Master Tan endured it all the time, shook his sleeves, and left without scolding him "you bastard".

The little pigeon was listening to his master with his ears pricked up, and when he saw Master Tan leaving without anger or scolding, his jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock.

Tan Zishi raised his head from the mattress and saw the little pigeon's expression strange, so he asked, "What are you doing, you look like a ghost?"

"Young...Master, the master didn't scold you for being a jerk today..." The little pigeon hurriedly covered her mouth, and said with a smile: "Master, I think this is a good omen, if it is not good, the master will not treat you anymore. You are so harsh."

Tanzi gave him a blank look, and said angrily, "Stupid slave, why don't you wish that old man scolded me every day?"

When the two parrots outside heard it, they called out in unison: "Little pigeon..." "Stupid slave..."

As soon as Tanzi was really happy, he didn't feel bored at once, and he smiled and asked the little pigeon to feed the two parrots.