Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Uncle He could see that he was still absent-minded: "Go and eat quickly, and go upstairs to sleep for me after eating."

The man who raised his hand under the incandescent lamp nodded blankly and went to the kitchen.

Today, Uncle He made his favorite perilla fish. The fish skin was deep-fried and crispy, and the fish meat was firm and crispy, but he still didn't have much appetite, or his attention was focused on the door of the handicraft room.

Qi Zhijie didn't come out of the handicraft room for a long time. He finished his meal at a slow pace and tidied up his rice bowl before he heard the movement in the handicraft room.

"Let me wash the dishes." The man walked into the kitchen and stood in front of him.

Mu Xun lowered his eyes, bit his lip and accidentally touched the hard and scabbed wound on his lip, and remembered the scene where he and Qi Zhijie fought with tongues in the Ferris wheel a few days ago, and the roots of his ears couldn't help but feel hot.

Seeing that he lowered his head and said nothing, the man stretched out his hands in embarrassment and put the dishes stacked on the table into the sink.

Only the sound of running water and the sound of a man putting on gloves remained in my ears: "Axun, I didn't know you would be here."

Standing in front of the threshold, Mu Xun looked up at the moon: "I didn't expect you to come either."

"I cut the prototype of that piece of jade for you. I cut it according to the draft paper on your desk. It is a good piece of jade." The man said while washing the bowl.

No wonder he stayed inside for so long, Mu Xun slightly turned his body half leaning on the door frame to look at the man: "I chose this after a long time."

"So exciting, who do you want to give it to?"

"It's not for you anyway." Mu Xun muttered.

The man's hand washing the dishes gave a slight pause: "Is it for the one who likes to wear a dog leash?"

"..." It's one thing for Mu Xun not to understand, and it's another thing to be speechless, "What?"

"The one who sells wine at home, his surname is Chen, right?" He couldn't remember his full name, but he still remembered the man with his arms around Mu Xun.

He thought he would not forget it for a while.

Only then did Mu Xun realize who he was talking about.

The old man seemed to believe deeply in the fact that he had a young boyfriend and was worried about it, so he simply followed his words and said, "That's right, this is my New Year's gift for my boyfriend."

"So, do you still keep the New Year's gift I gave you?"

"Which one are you talking about? I forgot."

Of course he didn't forget it, let alone throw it away. The jade pendant carved with a lamb was once hanging around his neck.

He just made him angry on purpose.

The man's tone and expression obviously became sad: "Okay."

Afterwards, the only sound left in the small kitchen was the clinking of the celadon plate colliding with the stove.

Mu Xun couldn't bear to see him looking devastated but not as happy as expected.

He thought he was sick, so he hurried up to the attic to calm himself down.

After Qi Zhijie finished washing the dishes, he seemed to be carrying his luggage and left. Mu Xun could hear faintly in the attic, but he couldn't go downstairs to see. He tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep.

His fingers began to ache, and he wondered if it was because Qi Zhijie had bandaged the wound, so he was taking revenge on him now.

But such an idea was quickly vetoed by himself, he had nothing to feel guilty about.

The temperature in Manhe also dropped below zero at night, and Mu Xun could still hear the sound of frost outside the window when Mu Xun was in a drowsy sleep.

It's a miracle that he woke up at nine o'clock today without Uncle He shouting at him for breakfast downstairs.

He yawned and went downstairs, with a few dull hairs standing on his head, and he looked completely awake but not fully awake.

Unlike usual, what greeted me at the bottom of the stairs was no longer Erhuang, but Qi Zhijie.

The man was wearing an apron and biting half of a steamed bun: "I made millet porridge while it's hot."

"Where did you sleep yesterday?" Mu Xun's voice was still a little hoarse, he clearly heard the sound of him dragging his suitcase last night, so how could he come here to make breakfast early in the morning.

Qi Zhijie sat back at the dinner table: "There is a small hotel next door."

"You can sleep in that small hotel with such a rich body?" Mu Xun scratched his disheveled hair and sat down at the dining table.

Manhe is a small place, the tourism industry is not developed, and the conditions of the hotel are indeed unflattering.

Besides, he knew how flimsy Qi Zhijie was, so letting him stay in a hotel would probably be a calamity.

Qi Zhijie took a spoonful of rice porridge slowly: "Are you worried about me? Axun."

Mu Xun just opened his mouth to blow the steaming rice porridge in his bowl, but he vented his anger with a single sentence: "I'm worried about you? Then I might as well worry about how many hairs Erhuang lost today. You're funny."

Erhuang, who was lying under the dining table, thought Mu Xun was greeting him, wagging his tail and poking out his furry head.

The man was not annoyed, instead he squinted his peach blossom eyes and smiled.

Mu Xun, who was stirring the millet porridge, couldn't help but wonder if this person had a tendency to be masochistic: "You said, don't you think that the older you are, the better your temper? Why do you feel that you are starting to look kindly?"

Before Qi Zhijie could answer, Uncle He in front of the hall yelled angrily: "Are you two brats making soup in there? Come out quickly, we have to clean up today."

Qi Zhijie shrugged: "It seems that someone has overturned this conclusion."

Mu Xun, who was sitting opposite him, took a big mouthful of steamed buns to suppress his shock.

The breakfast ended hastily with Uncle He's roar. As the year approached, it was Uncle He's annual cleaning activity.

In the past two years, it was Mu Xun and Uncle He who were making trouble, and the neighbor's son who had just entered college would occasionally come over to help. This year, there is an extra strong man, and everything seems much simpler.

Uncle He has only one biological daughter. When he was a teenager, he rebelled and ran away with others. When he came back with a big belly, he sent Uncle He to the hospital angrily.

Later, Uncle He got angry and denied this daughter. The daughter was also stubborn, so he left again with a big belly, and there was no contact after that.

I don't know if it's because of this reason that He Shuben's temper, which is not normal, has become even weirder.

But the eccentric Uncle He is the first person Mu Xun meets in Manhe who treats him well.

He wiped the counter with a towel, and carefully cleaned the china with a lye-soaked wipe in gloves.

Qi Zhijie was wiping something in another cupboard, and during the period, he did not forget to remind him: "Pay attention to the water temperature."

"Cut, it's up to you to say."

In fact, the gadgets placed outside are not the most precious. Uncle He hides the best things in the side room, and the key hangs on his waist 24 hours a day. Every time Mu Xun wants to go in, he has to beg him for a long time.

At the beginning, Qi Zhijie came to Manhe because of a jade collection there.

After they finished these delicate tasks, the sun was about to set in the sky, people in Manhe went to bed early, and the smoke from the chimney filled the air with the smell of rice.

"When will you go back to Fu Dong?" Qi Zhijie saw that the small shop selling New Year's goods in the alley had already placed a lot of candied fruit and couplet lanterns.

"Why?" Mu Xun looked at him vigilantly.

"Axun, I'm not a tiger and I don't know how to eat people." The man turned his eyes and stared at him.

Well, he also said that he can't eat people.

This look clearly wanted to swallow him in one gulp.

The author says:

Qi's settings have been changed!Because the identity of the Cultural Affairs Bureau is relatively mg, it has been changed to an antique collector. The antique shop I opened is called Xunmu House, and it is fine. grateful!