Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

"Who said tigers are the only ones that can eat people." Mu Xun pouted, took off his gloves, picked up the plastic basin and went to the inner courtyard.

The alleys in Manhe are typical front shops and backyards, which are very convenient and simple.

Qi Zhijie followed him unhurriedly: "Is there any water in your fingers? It's time to change the gauze."

"Don't bother you, I'll change it myself." The man walked ahead of him, swaying the legs covered with the big cotton jacket in three steps, idly.

"How do you change one hand, Axun."

"Hey, do you know that this makes you look very long-winded and old?" Mu Xun turned around and shouted impatiently.

The man behind him looked at him with innocent eyes.

Mu Xun annoyed him the most when he looked at himself like this, as if he was bullying the elderly: "Don't look at me like this, it looks like I'm bullying you."

Uncle He, who had been silent in the storeroom for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "You talk a lot, you are still like this when Zhijie kindly changed the gauze for you? The rattan in my storeroom is still there."

When he was a child, Mu Xun was ignorant and ran to Uncle He and broke many gadgets, and Uncle He chased him from the alley to the end with a cane.

Mu Xun was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to answer any more, and sat obediently at the stone table in the yard to ask Qi Zhijie to change the gauze.

The man took a few rolls of gauze and povidone iodine, and began to carefully paint his wound with a cotton swab, but the wound had not yet healed and had scars, and the irritation was still unbearably painful.

"Could you be more careful in the future." He frowned, and there was blame in his tone, maybe it's just a matter of concern other than blame.

Mu Xun put his other uninjured hand to his lips, subconsciously bit his nails but didn't reply.

"If your little boyfriend finds out, he will feel distressed too, so be careful." He actually wanted to say that he felt distressed, but he couldn't say it, or this little guy probably didn't care whether he felt distressed or not.

That's why he took the initiative to mention the guy on the leash.

Cao, he is in a bad mood right now.

Mu Xun was very surprised to hear him say such words, suddenly became interested, and straightened his back: "You are so kind, Mr. Qi, and you still care about my little boyfriend's heart."

"I don't care about him, Mu Xun, you know, I'm being kind to someone." When his words came to an end, he just finished wrapping the last circle of gauze.

Of course Mu Xun could hear the meaning in his words.

But he couldn't help laughing: "Qi Zhijie, sometimes when I listen to your words and look at your appearance, I wonder if you are schizophrenic, or if I just misremembered."

Qi Zhijie's expression suddenly darkened, but he couldn't answer.

Mu Xun withdrew his hand, and the man felt that his hand was suddenly empty, losing weight and warmth.

"You are obviously the most ruthless, Qi Zhijie." Mu Xun lowered his voice, and his fox eyes were also covered with a layer of coldness.

It broke up like this again.

Mu Xun hid back in the room, seeing all the gadgets with the shadow of Qi Zhijie in the room, the more he looked at it, the more upset he became, so he put on the blindfold.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he dreamed of the scene where he met Qi Zhijie for the first time.

At that time, he only had to be an apprentice in Uncle He's shop.

At that time, Qi Zhijie was 25 years old, but he had the smell of an old man early on.

He remembered that at that time, he was sitting on a small bench, kneading mud and removing air bubbles, while the man stood silently behind him.

All he could smell was a nice smell, like some kind of wood coming into his nostrils.

At that time, I didn't know that it was the smell of cologne.

"Child, I haven't learned how to rub the sheep's head well. Let Uncle He teach you again."

That was the first sentence Qi Zhijie said to him.

He remembered it for a long time.

When he turned his head, he saw a pair of long and straight legs. He looked up along the legs, all the way up, from Adam's apple to lips, and finally landed on the man's peach eyes.

He had never seen such beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Even though these peach blossom eyes were full of indifference and alienation, he still couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Later, he often saw men.

I also learned that he is a frequent visitor of Uncle He.

Bole is not so much a regular customer as he is. Although he is quite young compared to Uncle He, he is very sophisticated and stable in his dealings with people, and his knowledge of antiques and treasures is no worse than Uncle He.

He can bite a good tea, can pull embryos and burn porcelain, and can carve jade and seals. It seems that there is nothing he can't do.

Mu Xun couldn't help but be attracted by this antique who was seven years older than himself.

Qi Zhijie at that time was not as talkative as he is now, he was as silent as a mute.

"Old Qi, it's been a long time since I've been here to play."

"work."

"Old Qi, look at how my new embryo is doing."

"generally."

"Old Qi, a new piece of jade has arrived, do you want to take a look?"

"seen it already."

Mu Xun watched the interpretation of these fragmented scenes in his dream, and woke up in embarrassment. He sat up suddenly from the bed, pulled off the blindfold on his face, and couldn't help but want to scratch his ears.

How could I have been so lustful and obsessed before!

What to do to make Qi Zhijie so proud.

It's just that after the anger, only sadness is left.

A few days later, Mu Liangqi called to urge him to go home for the New Year, and he booked a plane ticket for the next day to go back to Fudong.

After dinner that night, he squatted in the yard touching Erhuang.

Qi Zhijie, who hadn't taken the initiative to talk to him for several days, came over again and handed him a white jade pendant tied with a red string: "New Year's gift."

Mu Xun's gaze shifted from Erhuang's body to the jade pendant, but he didn't reach out to take it, he was still rubbing Erhuang's head.

"Didn't you say that the jade pendant is gone? This is a new one I carved. It's not as fine as that one, because the construction period has been shortened. The jade is a good one. I got it from the Wanbao Building." The man leaned over and put his hand on his knee. , close to Mu Xun squatting on the ground.

"How dare I want something from Wanbao Building." Mu Xun responded after a long while.

"You said before that you wanted it." Qi Zhijie also paused for a while, "Blame me, I thought there would always be a chance for you to do it, but I didn't expect it to be delayed until today."

"You also said it was in the past, Qi Zhijie." He turned his head to look at him, and there was undisguised resentment in the fox's eyes, "I don't want it now."

"Axun."

"Don't call me that, it's inappropriate. My boyfriend will be angry when he hears it. You are afraid that he will feel bad. Why? Are you not afraid that he will be angry?" He still looked at him coldly.

Listening to his words, Qi Zhijie felt as if his heart had been torn open by something, and it hurt.

He slowly took back the warm jade pendant and held it tightly in the palm of his hand: "Ah Xun, don't do this to me."

"Stay away from me, so you don't have to look at me." Mu Xun turned his head away, but he still didn't have the courage to see him lost his mind, so he chose not to look at him, trying to return his attention to Erhuang.

Erhuang seemed to feel his heart trembling, and put his head on his knee.

Qi Zhijie looked down at him squatting on the ground playing with the dog, as if he really didn't care about himself at all.

"Axun, then I wish you a happy new year, and I hope you don't think I'm shabby."

"Happy, thank you."

Many years ago, Mu Xun would mail postcards to him on New Year’s Day, each of which would write:

"Happy New Year, Lao Qi, don't think I'm shabby, I really have nothing to sell."

At that time, Qi Zhijie would return him a postcard out of courtesy, but he still cherished the words like gold:

"Happy, thank you."

After Mu Xun returned to him, he carried Er Huang out of the yard, and couldn't help feeling that such a scene was really funny.

It is also really relieved.

The next day was a difficult sunny day, Mu Xun took off his beloved pajamas with big flowers, reluctantly put on those fashionable but fleshy clothes, packed his luggage and prepared to go to the airport.

Uncle He was the same as the day he arrived, lying on a chair in the yard basking in the sun: "Oh, let's all go, leave me alone for the New Year."

"I asked you to go to Fudong with me, but you refused, and now you're pretending to be pitiful, right?" He wanted to drag Uncle He to Fudong more than once, but this strange uncle just refused to go.

"I'm not going. Who will look at my shop when I go?" Uncle He pouted, adding a bit of childishness to his wrinkled face, "Besides, I'll go with you to see you and your own parents." If you are kind and filial, I will not go."

"Yo, you're jealous, little old man." Mu Xun pursed his lips.

The author says:

It's been a long road for Lao Qi to chase his wife, sure enough, the retribution is late but has arrived hahahaha