Uncle Jinwu Zangyi

Yue Zhongxing vaguely felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it, there was nothing wrong.

After putting away his clothes, Yue Zhongxing looked around the wing room again, and he walked to the desk in a daze.

The inkstone on the table was pressed with a thick stack of letters, Yue Zhongxing was a little guilty, he looked outside the door to make sure no one would come, and then removed the inkstone.

This stack of letters looks like there are more than a few hundred.

"Yu Jingyun, the New Year is approaching..."

"Yu Jingyun, see the word Shu Yan..."

"Yu Jingyun, it's autumn today..."

Yue Zhongxing held the stack of papers tightly, flipped through them hastily, and felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart.

"Bank of China, are you all right?" Mrs. Li's voice came from the courtyard.

"Okay!" Yue Zhongxing quickly put the letter in his hand back to its original place, and after returning everything to its original place, he left the room.

I didn't expect that this year's snow would come so early, and grains of white rice had already started to fall from the sky.

Yue Zhongxing held up an umbrella and was about to send Mrs. Li back to Dongzhai.

On the way, Yue Zhongxing couldn't help asking some questions tentatively.

"Ma'am, I see that at this age, Uncle Song hasn't married yet?"

Mrs. Li sighed, "I hope he will start a family sooner, but Chongjin is not on his mind, and there is no female family member who can get along with him in the village. This matter will drag on year after year."

"It's really difficult." Yue Zhongxing tilted his umbrella a little, "I don't know if I can ask, where did Brother Jingyun go, and why haven't they returned to the mountain?"

Although he heard Xiao Kan's name everywhere, every time he asked where Xiao Kan had gone, the people in the village would answer the question incorrectly, or simply fooled him. After he asked several times to no avail, he never asked again. up.

Mrs. Li laughed dryly, "He, he's gone far away, and he doesn't know when he'll be back."

Yue Zhongxing noticed that the other party also didn't want to say anything, so he couldn't ask any more questions.

After sending Mrs. Li home, Yue Zhongxing turned back with an umbrella.

When passing the stone bridge in the bamboo forest, I saw a woman squatting by the bridge picking up something.

He went over and saw that the woman was Li Tingfang.

"Miss Tingfang, it's snowing today, why don't you hold an umbrella?" Yue Zhongxing raised the umbrella over the opponent's head.

Li Tingfang glanced up, then stood up gracefully, "Young Master Yue."

"It's snowing, I'll take you back." Yue Zhongxing moved a step.

Li Tingfang wiped his hands with a handkerchief, "It's better not to delay Mr. Yue."

"Nothing, I'm idle." Yue Zhongxing said politely, "But, what are you doing here?"

Li Tingfang showed him a black-green stone in his hand, "Look for this."

"Well, what's the difference between this stone?" No matter how you look at it, Yue Zhongxing thinks it's just an ordinary pebble.

Li Tingfang took the stone back in embarrassment, "The lines are different."

"Oh, is that so, I don't really understand these things." Yue Zhongxing smiled apologetically.

Li Tingfang smiled and remained silent.

"Then, then I'll take you back." Yue Zhongxing tilted his umbrella a little.

Li Tingfang nodded, "Then, please take a walk."

"It also happens that it's getting late, and I also want to go to the dining hall to have a meal." Yue Zhongxing added, "Uncle Li's craftsmanship must be impressive. If we open a restaurant at the foot of the mountain, there will be no empty seats."

Li Tingfang walked very slowly, "Young Master Yue has won the award, and Tingfang thanked my father here."

"These words are not out of politeness, but from the heart of the Bank of China." Yue Zhongxing also had to slow down his steps.

The snow fell a little thicker, and it made a rattling sound when it hit the umbrella surface.

Both of them walked extremely slowly, more like they came to enjoy the snow.

On weekdays, when Yue Zhongxing, Xiao Ling, and Li Tingfang worked together in Zhaizhong School, they all got along very naturally.

However, the two of them will be alone, but there is a sense of incongruity.

There are not many women in the village who are as old as Li Tingfang, but there are not many women like Li Tingfang who are as beautiful as Li Tingfang.

What's more, Li Tingfang was born with a beautiful appearance of a lady, and even more so, she won the title of "Queen of the Village" conferred by the people in the village, which is worthy of the name.

"I heard that Miss Tingfang has a younger brother." Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Yue Zhongxing took the initiative to speak.

Fang hummed, "He and the brothers in the village went down the mountain to wander."

"So, it's good, the man has ambitions everywhere." Yue Zhongxing said politely.

The two chatted all the way without waves, and finally arrived at the dining room.

"Thank you, Mr. Yue." Li Tingfang stayed for a while before going around to the kitchen, and then went back to her own house.

After Yue Zhongxing waved goodbye to the other party politely, he went into the kitchen to find something to eat.

Later, when Yue Zhongxing returned to the Qingyu case, Song Yu had just entered the door.

Snow fell all over Song Yu's head and shoulders, and the clothes were soaked in a large area of ​​damp.

"Have you eaten Uncle Song? If you haven't eaten, Bank of China will make some for you." Yue Zhongxing asked in a voice.

"No need." Song Yu shook the snowflakes on her body, "If you have nothing to do, build a stove for me..."

Yue Zhongxing quickly replied: "Okay."

After Song Yu returned to her room, she took off her half-wet clothes, and the coldness that emanated from her body seemed to merge with the coldness of the room.

When Xiao Kan was there before, Song Yu had never felt that this wing was so cold. After Xiao Kan left, not only the wing, but the entire Qingyu case lost popularity.

Song Yu was so busy these two days that he was dizzy, and the weather was cold, so when he took a break suddenly, he was in a daze.

A gust of cold wind swept into the room, Song Yu closed the window tightly, and lay down on the couch.

Song Yu curled up under the quilt, sniffing the pillow next to her with her nose intentionally or unintentionally, and fell asleep after a while.

"Uncle Song."

"Uncle Song, have you rested yet?"

"Then I'll bring the stove in for you directly."

After Yue Zhongxing muttered to himself outside the door and got no response, he opened the door on his own initiative and entered with the newly heated stove.

"Fall asleep..." Yue Zhongxing muttered softly as he looked at the puffed up figure on the couch.

So, he put the stove in front of the couch, thinking about keeping the fire to drive away some of the cold air in the room.

Yue Zhongxing couldn't help but forgot to glance in the couch.

He only saw Song Yu facing the wall with only half of his head exposed, and he also found that Song Yu didn't even sleep on a pillow.

But the pillow was lying vertically together in the quilt, and Song Yu's forehead was pressed against the pillow.

Yue Zhongxing was shocked in his heart, he felt as if he had spied on some secret, or in other words, he thought of many things that he couldn't tell.

It was a little elusive and a little uneasy for him.

When I woke up the next day, a layer of white surface had accumulated on the roof and every corner of the courtyard, and icicles were hanging on the eaves, refracting light when there was a little light.

Yue Zhongxing didn't sleep very well last night. After he got up and cleared some ice debris in the corridor, he found that Song Yu hadn't gotten up and left the room.

At this time in the past, the windows of Song Yu's wing room had already been opened.

"Uncle Song, are you up yet?" Yue Zhongxing asked standing outside the wing.

He shouted a few times, but there was no sound from the people inside, so Yue Zhongxing pushed the door and entered without hesitation.

The stove has long been out, and it will be cold and stuffy in the house.

The person on the bed seemed to be still in the same posture as last night, Yue Zhongxing frowned, and half-body leaned into the tent, "Uncle Song, Uncle Song?"

Song Yu's eyes were closed tightly, her brows were tightened, and she hummed twice in her nasal cavity.

Yue Zhongxing reached out and touched the other person's forehead, and immediately felt a hot feeling from the back of his hand, and Song Yu became feverish.