Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

The rain was getting heavier, but fortunately Mu Xun ran fast enough to keep the braised pork from turning into broth.

Qi Zhijie arranged the couplet, took a dry towel and handed it to Mu Xun: "Don't catch a cold."

"Thank you." Mu Xun took the towel in his hand, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, when he touched the soft towel, his fingertips happened to touch Qi Zhijie's fingers.

At that second, the blood all over Mu Xun's body began to surge, he didn't dare to stagnate any longer, he hurriedly drew a towel and wiped his neck around.

Qi Zhijie looked at his flustered look, and gave a slightly unpredictable smile.

The furnishings in the room are simple and elegant, and some of the trinkets casually placed may be worth a fortune, such as the antique celadon on the carved mahogany shelf arranged in the partition, and the landscape paintings by contemporary masters hanging on the wall. On the coffee table is a set of white porcelain tea sets marked Longyuan.

On the wall in the center of the living room is a pair of exquisitely framed running script, the handwriting is very similar to the words on Qi Zhijie's postcard when he returned it, probably it was written by him.

A pleasant woody fragrance rushed into his nostrils, it seemed to be the smell of the jade sandalwood floor covering the floor, it was only faint, but it made people covetous.

"Old Qi, your place is a paradise on earth." Mu Xun had never seen such exquisite decoration and full of good things.

He used to think that the furnishings of Uncle He's house were first-class, but now he realized that he had drawn his conclusions too early.

"What do you want to drink? Jin Junmei or this Yuqian Longjing jar you brought over?" The man said, already starting to fiddle with the tea set in front of the table.

Mu Xun scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I want to drink Coke."

He, a young man under the age of 20, would not be able to taste these things. After drinking it at Uncle He's several times, he felt bitter or tasteless, and couldn't fall asleep.

The man seemed a little surprised by his answer, then shook his head and smiled and got up and went to the kitchen: "It's my problem." Forgot that this guy is a child with no teeth.

He brought a can of Pepsi to the child: "This is at room temperature, but it's still a little cold, drink less."

Mu Xun took the Coke that had been opened, and stood in front of the door watching countless raindrops fall. There was an old locust tree in the yard with a strong root system, which did not show signs of decay even in winter.

"Can I drink Coke often in the future?" The boy looked back at him and asked him with those clear fox eyes.

The green and immature face met Qi Zhijie's eyes, and for the first time he felt that the kid was pretty good-looking.

"Okay, but I don't think there are many in the cabinet." He doesn't drink these carbonated drinks often, so he doesn't have more.

"You can drink other things, I just want to come to your place to see more of the world." He just wanted to see Qi Zhijie more.

I don't know if it was Qizhi's holiday that year, but he was still in Manhe for a long time after the New Year, and Mu Xun often went to him to ask him to teach him how to recognize jade.

The man was not stingy either, and told him the difference between each kind of jade seriously, how to distinguish the beautiful jade and how to cultivate the jade, but other than these, he always sat alone, like a mute.

This not-so-small courtyard is only inhabited by Qi Zhijie, a mute. When there is no Mu Xun, it is so quiet that you can hear the sound of ants moving under the locust tree.

But as long as Mu Xun is there, the demolition of the elephant's house can be ignored.

"Old Qi, look at the ceramic cup I made recently, how about it?"

"The mouth of the cup is flat."

"Old Qi, isn't my new lowercase script very talented?"

"Don't tell me I thought it was cursive script."

"Old Qi, the jade I asked for from Uncle He is of good quality, isn't it?"

"It seems that you haven't learned what I taught you."

"Old Qi..."

"Child, you talk too much."

"Can you stop calling me a child, I'm an adult, change my nickname? For example, you can call me Xiao Xun, Xun Xun, A Xun..."

"..." Sometimes Qi Zhijie really wanted to sew the child's mouth shut with an embroidery needle.

Mu Xun still remembered that day, just after the New Year, he went to find Qi Zhijie as usual.

He used the money he saved to buy the peach cakes he had wanted to eat for a long time at the alley, brought candied fruit to Qi Zhijie, and bought a detailed explanation of ancient jade wares, which was expensive, thinking that he could eat them in his free time. Study and study.

He went there at dusk, and after walking around, the night was already low and there was a little drizzle. He held an umbrella and walked in the alley to Qi Zhijie's small courtyard, but unfortunately, the road with Qiu Ze was narrow.

Qiu Ze is the son of Qiu Jinhua, that is, his "good cousin".

With his belt in his trousers, the boy stuck his neck up in front of Mu Xun, with a few cronies behind him: "Yo, I finally caught you, brat."

Qiu Ze is two years older than Mu Xun. He likes to wield knives and swords since he was a child.

"With so much money, you can buy so much delicious food?"

Mu Xun lowered his eyes and hid the things in his hands behind his back.

"Take it out." Qiu Ze said coldly, stretching out his hand to ask for it.

"Why give it to you." His fox eyes slightly raised, his tone was cold.

Like an irritated little fox.

Qiu Ze laughed out loud, and stretched out his hand to push Mu Xun contemptuously: "The little bastard no one wants...uh..."

Mu Xun didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and directly hit him with the open umbrella, stretched out his leg and gave him a kick: "clean your mouth."

Qiu Ze didn't expect that he would attack him so forcefully today, he was kicked back a few steps, and was supported by the two younger brothers behind him.

"What I'm telling is the truth." He smiled, more playful, "I haven't punched in a long time, thank you cousin for rushing to be a human sandbag for me."

If it was just Qiu Ze alone, Mu Xun could still entangle with him for a while, so he wouldn't be beaten one-sidedly, but he couldn't stand the three people opposite him at all.

He couldn't count how many punches he had received, but he only knew that his umbrella was broken.

The final scene was very embarrassing, the boy in white padded clothes fell on the muddy ground in the deep alley, his face was painted.The mouth was full of blood, and there were footprints on the chest and stomach.

The rain kept falling, falling on the ground thinly and densely, patting Mu Xun's body, it was so cold.

Qiu Ze triumphantly trampled the peach cake he just bought in front of him, and trampled the detailed explanation book he just bought: "A little bastard like you should rot in the mud."

Mu Xun collapsed on the ground, letting them mock and laugh.

He raised his head and panted heavily, feeling that it was difficult to breathe, and his mouth smelled of blood.

Several buttons on his collar fell off, and the lamb-shaped jade pendant carved from white jade fell out of his collar, falling into Qiu Ze's eyes.

It's like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

The boy squatted down and pulled off the pendant around his neck: "It's such a good thing, my cousin will take it away."

Mu Xun struggled and raised his hand to take back the jade pendant, but his throat was speechless: "Give it back to me..."

"Get up and get it." Qiu Ze stood up, squinting at Mu Xun who was dying in the rain with his lips crooked.

The cold raindrops soaked Mu Xun's whole body mercilessly, as if trying to wash away his shame and hesitation.

The jade pendant is a relic left by his mother.

He struggled desperately to remember, but as soon as he moved slightly, all the joints, bones, and internal organs of his body began to scream, and his painful brain flashed white.

He growled, "Qiu Ze, give it back to me." Shouting this, it took almost all of his strength.

"Xiao Yezhong is angry, hahahaha." Qiu Ze shook the jade pendant, shrugged and laughed wildly.

Mu Xun's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the rain smeared his face, making his vision and consciousness more and more blurred.

It hurts so much, it hurts like I'm about to suffocate.

"Give it back to him." A cold and dull male voice came from the intersection of the deep alley.

I saw a man holding a black umbrella standing under the dim yellow street lamp at the entrance of the alley. The brim of the umbrella covered most of his face, walking towards them slowly in the drizzle.

Mu Xun scratched his neck trying to see who it was.

To put it bluntly, he didn't need to see his face to know that there was a person with such long legs.

It is Qizhi Festival.

The author says:

Poor Xiao Xun

在榜不涨收藏，突然觉得俺也好可怜，一定不是文丑，一定是位置不好!!（文丑我也不承认bushi）感谢在2022-08-1917:30:43~2022-08-2018:32:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Yu, Xiongqin ToT1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 16 bottles of Sany Buyi; 10 bottles of Da Da Da; 5 bottles of Nan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!