Ah Chang

When Ah Chang woke up the next day, he only felt a splitting headache and numbness all over his body. The fatigue caused by the hangover was far from worse than the nightmare of the whole night, until the wine glass in his hand was knocked to the ground, and it broke into crisp and broken pieces. Only then did she realize that she had slept on this table last night.

"Can……"

"Well, it smells so good..."

Turning around, I found that Keli was still sleeping in front of the window, murmuring as if he was dreaming a sweet dream, A Chang didn't dare to disturb and closed the window cautiously, but was about to withdraw his hand when he was grabbed.

"Where is the beautiful woman going?" The man seemed to be dreaming, but the strength in his hand was not weak, so A Chang had to raise his voice to explain: "It's me who is the envoy of Li Zhang...", that lingering dream His eyes opened: "Ah, it turned out to be another beauty."

"Can……"

"Ah Choo!"

A Chang's attempt to call again was frightened by Keli's sudden sneeze, which was so strong that even Keli himself was a little scared, followed by the soreness that he couldn't straighten his back.

"Ke Li, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it might be a little bit windy...Ah Choo!" Ke Li waved his hand and didn't care, but suddenly seemed to remember something, and slapped his forehead angrily: "Oops, Oops!"

Ke Li said that Japan planned to see a doctor for the mother of his deceased friend, but he did not expect that he would fall ill after a night of indulgence. In order not to infect the old man with the wind and cold, Ke Li had to entrust A Chang to see the old man for her first. .

"Fenghua Street fifth crossing, Meiyu Lane to the right..."

Ah Chang didn't know the whole journey written by Keli, so he had to memorize it all from memory, asking and stumbled all the way, and finally found the place. It was a slum in Qingcheng County. Ah Chang was very familiar with this kind of place. Du Xiaoran was in a mess everywhere, and even the air that permeated it was lifeless.

"Hurry up! Mrs. Song is coming!!"

Seeing that he was about to reach his destination, the narrow road in front of him was full of people, and there were people rushing forward with ladles behind him. A Chang was submerged in the sea of ​​people in an instant, and his thin body was pushed several times. Shoved and fell to the ground, a dirty bare foot stepped on her hand, Ah Shang suddenly felt pain, and now stretched out a clean hand.

"Are you all right?"

A Chang raised her head in search of that gentle voice, a graceful and luxurious woman was looking at her with concern, A Chang hesitated a little, shrinking her hands that were trampled dirty, the woman smiled and pulled her up directly.

"Thanks……"

"lady."

A Chang just wanted to express her gratitude, but was separated by the woman's guards. A small episode attracted the attention of the crowd, and the crowd began to boil again. The woman was Mrs. Song, the god of the slums, who came to give aid.

Looking at the back of the woman leaving through the crowd, Ah Chang still had a faint fragrance in the warmth left on her hands.

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A Chang came out with a sword box, and wanted to see if he could buy a new one on the way back, but got lost and bumped into the most famous embroidery pavilion in the city, which was on the busiest street On the street, the two places that are completely different from the slums, the numerous flowers and trees that can be seen across the courtyard wall, and the plaque with embroidered threads all make Ah Chang yearn for it.

"Yaofang Pavilion..."

A Chang knew the words on the plaque, and she read it silently as if smelling the fragrance of flowers, she couldn't help but look a few more times, and just when she mustered up her courage to go in, she was stopped by several women.

"Who are you? Why have you never seen it before?"

The women who stopped her were rich and noble at first glance. They were dressed in luxurious clothes and looked high-spirited. When they raised their eyebrows, their eyes were full of contempt and arrogance. Don’t know the answer? Could it be that you are dumb?”

"I... I want to learn embroidery." A Chang couldn't lift her head under the pressure of those aggressive gazes. As soon as she finished speaking, the women laughed: "Learn embroidery? Do you know where this is?" ? Yaofang Pavilion is not just for anyone to come to.”

"The people who come here to learn embroidery are all ladies who are either rich or expensive. Seeing how poor you are, don't even think about it."

"I'm still holding a broken box, what's in it? Could it be something dangerous?"

"Hey, look! Miss Zhou from Caiyunfang is bullying again!"

"Keep your voice down, you are not afraid of being heard and implicating you? But who is that woman, it seems to be a new face..."

The wanton laughter and taunts of the women attracted a lot of onlookers. I don't know which woman in the crowd moved her hand and pushed the box in A Chang's arms to the ground. The short sword inside the box burst and fell out, causing another scream One sound.

The guards who heard the sound sent the crowd away, and a woman swayed in. A Chang was picking up the short sword in a panic, looking at the shattered sword box, her eyes were red, and when she looked up, she saw the graceful face again. With a dignified face, the tears in the corners of his eyes were gently wiped away the next moment.

"Mrs. Song!"

"Mrs. Song!"

All the eyes around were attracted by the woman, and when they looked at her, they were full of admiration. A Chang looked at the handkerchief that the woman left for her to test her tears. It was embroidered with elegant white flowers and smelled good.

That night.

A Chang couldn't fall asleep because of the broken sword box, and there was a faint fragrance coming from the window at this time, so A Chang gathered her clothes and walked into the courtyard. A crabapple bloomed in the back courtyard of the inn, and it woke up at night. The wind blows a flower to her ear, A-Shang picks it off in a daze, and holds it up to look at the moon. The numerous petals turn the moon into a flower. At this moment, A-Shang thinks of the beauty in Jianshui Pavilion , although I thought of it not long ago.

In the middle of the night, only the wind and the moon, Ah Shang dared to let her miss Qi Yun undisguised, ride the wind and climb up to the bright moon.

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"Your injury hasn't healed for a few days, is it really good to pick up these things?"

Fu Que obeyed the order to bring A Chang's lamb and bird, and You Feng was changing the medicine on Qi Yun's arm, and the person being scolded was smiling meaninglessly: "When did you become like Keli, who likes to chatter? started nagging."

"My lord, do you despise me?"

Fu Que coquettishly put the lamb down, and as soon as she let go, the lamb started sniffing around the house.

"It seems that the owner's house smells like Miss A Chang. When I hugged it, it refused to go out, and it took a lot of effort." Fu Que fanned the fragrance while watching the lamb walk from her feet. After smelling Youfeng, he finally came to Qi Yun's side: "Sure enough, the smell of Miss A Chang is the strongest on the pavilion master."

"is that so?"

Just as Qi Yun lowered his eyelashes to meet those spiritual eyes, the lamb tilted his head as if he understood, and then sniffed closer. This action aroused the vigilance of You Feng, who was about to drive the lamb away, but was caught. Qi Yun slightly raised his hand to stop.

Qi Yun doesn't like animals, but he is so indulgent to this lamb, allowing her to step on her dress and keep rubbing beside her, and finally rubs against the hand that has not let go.

That feeling is wonderful, soft and fragile, as weak as if it can be destroyed with a little force, at this moment, it is carefully warming Qi Yun's palm, Qi Yun raised the corners of his lips and moved his fingers, and got a response. The sheep screamed loudly.

"Oh, how cute."

Fu Que covered her mouth and sighed, saying that this cute little guy is really similar to her master. As soon as she said that, the lamb left Qi Yun's palm, and turned to bite the cotton gauze that hadn't been cut in time, wandering around. Feng tried to stop it but didn't dare to use too much force, so he pulled up the river. Qi Yun watched with a deeper smile on his lips.

"All right."

Picking up the naughty little guy, Qi Yun didn't care about the unhealed injury, he just said that the night is fine tonight and he's going for a walk.

There is nothing more pleasant than the cool breeze on a summer night. Every time Qi Yun takes a step, the lamb follows him, no more than one step, no less, when his eyes meet, he bleats, and when he stops, he rubs the corner of his skirt. Qi Yun raised his hand to pick a crabapple, and the cloud from his cuff floated from the treetop to the lamb's ear.

"When did the pavilion master like to take a walk?"

"..."

Fu Que and You Feng looked at the plain white figure in the yard, and the lambs around them were like the reflection of the moon.

"I do smell of her."

"Meh."

If Buyue wants to, I will know each other in my heart.

"You miss her, don't you?"