The peasant boy of crossing

After dinner, Li Xinyi and Wu Su went back to the inn opposite, while Jiao Ruoliu and Lin Yujin went upstairs directly.

Li Xinyi followed Wu Su, many things flashed back and forth in her mind.

For a while, it was a small note, and for a while, it was the owner of the wonton stall.Then I thought of Nanfang Street and Wu Su's rural examination.

He couldn't help sighing.

But as the guest room got closer and closer, an inexplicable emotion crept into his heart again, and he could hardly think anymore.

After closing the door, Wu Su asked, "Are you still taking a bath today?"

Li Xinyi said without thinking: "It needs to be washed."

Of course he had to wash it, if he was the only one, he might have to hesitate a bit.

But now that he is sleeping next to Wu Su, he will never allow himself to have any weird smells on his body. If he smells something, he doesn't know it, and Wu Su won't say it, that would be really embarrassing.

It was still the same as yesterday, Wu Su washed a bucket of water by himself, and Li Xinyi washed a bucket of water. After washing, Wu Su wiped his hair for him, then blew out the lights, the windows were open, and the whole room was enveloped in starlight.

Different from yesterday, Wu Su didn't rush to sleep this time.

Not only that, but he may suffer from insomnia.

Wu Su turned slightly sideways, looked at Li Xinyi, and called him by name: "Xinyi."

The two of them lay face to face, very close to each other.

Li Xinyi even felt that there was a star in Wu Su's eyes, which was even more beautiful than the one outside the window.

Afraid of being lost in such a starlight, Li Xinyi hastily lowered her eyelashes, and after she stabilized her mind, she met Wu Su's eyes again, and replied, "A Su, what's wrong?"

Wu Su did not speak, but sighed very lightly.

"You just said you thought you were stupid." Wu Su said, flicking his forehead lightly.

Li Xinyi was taken aback by Wu Su's unexpected operation. I don't know if it was his illusion. Wu Su seemed to have a lot to say at the moment.

It's just that the adjective "stupid" fell on his head for the first time.

Li Xinyi was a little unconvinced. He turned around, let himself lie on the bed, propped up his elbows a little, and stared at Wu Su as threateningly as possible: "A Su, you'd better explain what you mean by being stupid, otherwise, don't Blame me for being rude to you."

It's a pity that in Wu Su's eyes, his round eyes are a bit like copper bells, which are both funny and funny, without any sense of threat.

Wu Su looked at the bed curtain above his head and explained: "You use your favor to benefit us irrelevant people. You are not stupid or anything."

Li Xinyi was really angry now, he asked Wu Su: "What is an irrelevant person? Aren't you my friends?"

Wu Su raised his hand, pressed Li Xinyi's shoulder, and told him to lie down obediently.

Wu Su said: "The magistrate of the county came to look for you before, but you ended up hiding in the provinces alone. Now for us, you still come to find Mr. Zhao in person. I'm afraid that you have a grievance and don't say it out of face."

Following Wu Su's example, Li Xinyi turned over and looked at the bed curtain on top.

Li Xinyi said: "Grievance is nothing to talk about, and I will not blackmail you with favors. At most, you will flourish in the future. Remember me as a little painter."

He said to Wu Su: "Master Zhao is different from the county magistrate. I left alone at the time because I was young and fledgling, and I was afraid of what the county magistrate would ask me to do. If I didn't want to, I would cause trouble instead. And I'm even more afraid that if I lose my parents when I'm young, if someone makes me a raft, I'll cry and cry and no one will care about me."

Wu Su said: "Do you know? I have always felt guilty because I never believed in you. Because I couldn't protect you, I caused you to go far away alone. Several times I heard you crying in my dreams, begging for help. save you."

Li Xinyi said: "You underestimate me too much. Today is different from the past, and I, Li Xinyi, am no longer the person who hid whenever I encountered trouble."

He continued: "In fact, I didn't suffer in Chuzhou. Instead, I met some friends because I devoted myself to painting. In the place where I rented, there were a lot of wild cats gathered at the back door. I know they don't belong to me, but I feed them every day. Feed them something and pretend I have lots of cats. They really gave me a lot of comfort and got me through the toughest beginnings."

Wu Su asked: "You said before that the county magistrate and Mr. Zhao are different, why is there a difference?"

Li Xinyi said: "Actually, I don't have any ill-feeling towards the county magistrate. Although he has never done much in Jingning, except that he likes to collect money, on the surface he still loves the people like a son and acts like a corporal. And he takes money. It's to honor Mr. Wei. He can only be regarded as a loyal hunting dog raised by Mr. Wei."

Wu Su asked, "What about Mr. Zhao?"

"Master Zhao." Li Xinyi said, "He is also a person who likes to take money, and he also uses power for personal gain. For example, he opened Moquan Pavilion in Chuzhou, selling calligraphy and paintings. And when he sells, he asks others not to Sell. As long as he likes the painter and paintings, he must only sell them at his Moquan Pavilion. Unless he doesn’t like you, then you can get a approval slip and sell it yourself.”

"With his operation like this, even if some people don't want to be drawn part of the money for selling paintings, but they think they can get the approval of Moquan Pavilion and sell better, so they can only hold their noses."

Wu Su said: "This is really overbearing."

Li Xinyi said: "It is indeed domineering. But Mr. Zhao is also very measured. He is only domineering in calligraphy and painting, and does not participate in rice, grain, salt and iron. But that is to say, he is the only one who participates in things that he does not participate in. knew."

Wu Su said: "The profit from calligraphy and painting may not be less than rice."

Li Xinyi said: "The money is not revealed, and we outsiders don't know it."

Wu Su suddenly felt a little sour in his heart: "He is willing to lend you another house, and you have a good relationship."

Li Xinyi said: "I'm a grassroots person, how dare I have a good relationship with adults. I think his kindness to me seems to be looking at other people through me."

The night gave Li Xinyi a lot of courage to confide: "I just judged by my intuition, so it may not be true. But among the many people who sell paintings in Moquan Pavilion, only Mr. Zhao has the favor. Now he personally sent someone to deliver a letter to me, asking me to come to Hangzhou."

Li Xinyi turned sideways and asked, "Asu, tell me, if that person really exists, what entanglement does he have with Mr. Zhao?"

Wu Su suddenly raised his hand and pulled off the bed curtain to block the starlight outside the window.

He didn't answer, but said: "The moon is already up, it's getting late, go to bed quickly, we'll talk tomorrow if we have something to say."

Li Xinyi was dissatisfied. She thought she could have a long talk all night long, but she didn't expect to stop talking so soon.

He closed his eyes, thinking about when to talk again, but fell asleep immediately unexpectedly.

On the other hand, Wu Su, who was at the side, fell asleep after a long time.