Xi Shijing

Summer in Cicheng is not pleasant.After the torrential rain, it clears up violently; when the sun makes people dizzy, they pick up another basin of rain, and so on.

Qiao Weixian woke up late for his afternoon nap.He didn't pay much attention to the pier recently, sitting on the bed, watching the shower outside the house.

He saw a man and a woman walking on the small street outside the window. In the heavy rain, the two put a piece of clothing on their heads, and each pulled a sleeve.Of course it was useless to block the rain like this, the man's pants and leather shoes were all wet, Qiao Weixian vaguely heard him sigh: "Why is there such a heavy rain!" However, his face was very happy, as if wishing that the rain would be heavier.

Why is he happy?Qiao Weixian stared at the man, puzzled: If he loves this lady, he should take her to a warm and clean place instead of hugging her into two balls of mud in the rain.

However, the woman turned her face away, and Qiao Weixian saw that she was also smiling with a blushing face.

Qiao Weixian's conclusion was then set down: stupid people are stupid.

He is especially precious when he is half asleep and half awake, and only lifts half of his eyelids.His eyes blinked and turned slowly: "It's raining like this, I'm afraid business will not be easy."

The servant who was tidying up the clothes at the side nodded slightly: "There is no one."

Qiao Weixian heard that the rain was getting heavier, and responded after a while: "A day without money is a hard day."

The servant was startled, not knowing what kind of sentient beings he was saving, but with a smile on his face: "Everyone has their own way of life..."

Qiao Weixian didn't speak for a moment, but turned his head away.

At first he sympathized with the world in the torrential rain, but felt that it was hypocritical to be so idle, so he turned to sympathize with some people.Some of them were unable to drive in the aisles because of the heavy rain—there were still many such people, and the most pitiful of them was a small number of people who were unable to sell water the next day because of the heavy rain today.

In this kind of weather, I am afraid that there will be fewer fence repairers, so those who build roads, sell water, and repair fences are even more pitiful because they have nothing to do.There was nothing to do, but the circus was out of the question, and the pleasure-seeking was out of the question.

Qiao Weixian finally propped up his chin, and made a self-deprecating summary: What should we do with this very small group of people?

Qiao Weixian was dressed neatly, and stroked his fingers on the dry wheel. He was fainting in the rain, and suddenly heard the door of the bedroom.

When the butler entered the door, it seemed that he had just seen rain on his face.He smiled happily: "Master, something new. Yuan Ji sent some fish. Why don't you go down and have a look?"

Qiao Weixian didn't make a sound.He froze in place, but his eyebrows raised in surprise, he was stunned for a long time, and finally there was an answer: "Ah?"

Steward Qian clapped his hands, he really liked Yuan Ji: "Fish! He just caught it, and it was raining too much when it was delivered, so he came to hide from the rain for a while."

Yuan Ji stood in the hallway with a puddle of water under his feet.His blouse was dripping, so he simply took it off, and now he was only wearing a long scarf, which was given to him by the old money.

Qiao Weixian was pushed over by the butler, and two ruts were made on the carpet.

Seeing him, Yuan Ji was about to move forward, but his eyes were on the carpet, and he took another step back.He smiled at Qiao Weixian through the corner of the carpet: "You're here." Yuan Ji tore off the towel, and a drop of water rolled from his chin, along the protrusion of his throat, to his neck.There was a moist mark on his tanned skin.

Qiao Weixian looked at him and clenched his hands unconsciously.He wanted to speak, but when he saw the drop of water, he suddenly forgot.

Fortunately, Yuanji talked a lot naturally: "Go and have a look! There are silver carp, good for making soup!"

Qiao Weixian coughed and shrank into the wheelchair: "Is there anything to see? I won't."

This remark made the housekeeper have to lower his head, but he didn't dare to make a sound: You old man doesn't look at the fish, what are you doing here?

Yuan Ji squatted on the ground, raised his face and smiled: "Why, you've been bored all day, and you've lost your energy? If I knew this, I'll take you to fish together."

When the voice fell to the ground, the butler turned pale with shock: "Boy! Stop talking."

Yuan Ji was acquainted, rubbed his head with a long scarf, looked out the window, and said cheerfully, "Why is it raining so hard!"

Qiao Weixian suddenly felt familiar.Just as he was about to speak, he turned his face away and finally gave orders to the butler: "Don't you have anything else to do? You—you go and do your thing first!"