suspected wife

Qiao Mingjin heard that someone wanted to see her.I am puzzled.

Very few people want to see her alone.

After thinking about it for a while, he made a brief explanation, and moved to the small flower hall for guests.

On the steps in front of the flower hall, when he saw the background with hands behind his back in the hall, he froze there.

And the people in the hall heard the movement, and slowly turned around to look at her.

Seeing the person he wanted to meet, his face showed joy, and he wanted to fly over, fly over...but his feet seemed to be fixed, and stayed there.

He fixed his eyes on the person who came, not letting go of her.

A heart couldn't stop beating, and she became more and more beautiful...

He has lost weight.

There is still a little bit of fatigue on the face.

But it's still so...beautiful.

The clothes are neat, the hair looks uncluttered, clean, and there is not a trace of mess.Same as before.

It's been half a year, blurred and clear, as if separated by oceans...

"How are you?

Many times Zhou Yanqing wanted to ask this question.For many nights, he thought this way, and asked this question... but the answer to him was only a long and lonely emptiness.

Qiao Mingjin nodded slowly towards him.

Seeing this, Zhou Yanqing slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

She knows what I want to ask.She understands me.

Zhou Yanqing felt a little hot-eyed.

The sour feeling of swelling surged up instantly.

He raised his head: "There are such beautiful murals painted on the ceiling in Yizhou? It's so beautiful."

Qiao Mingjin lowered her head and blinked desperately a few times.

a long time.

"What do you want to drink? There is no snow-top rock fog. The alpine rock fog is enough for you to drink."

Zhou Yanqing stared at her fixedly.Cai raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Isn't that what you want? You can't have no tea just because there is no snow and rock fog."

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Qiao Mingjin stepped up the steps.Passed by Zhou Yanqing.Zhou Yanqing clenched her hands tightly, feeling a little nervous.The smell on her body seemed to have changed, but it didn't seem to change.

When she walked by and he turned around slowly, the man had already chosen a chair to sit upright and was looking at him quietly.

After thousands of mountains and thousands of oceans, looking back suddenly, that person seems to be the same as when we first met.

Quietly, like the orchid in Ruokong Valley.It made him reach out for it.

Zhou Yanqing sat down opposite her.The two looked at each other.

"Why are you so thin? How many horses did you run away to death?" Qiao Mingjin asked with a smile.

Her tone is the usual familiarity, or the indifference after going through thousands of sails.She couldn't tell the difference herself.

Zhou Yanqing was still staring at her.Hearing what she said, the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful fox line, and she replied: "It's not that I lost weight. I miss you every day without seeing you, and I can't even drink Yanwu tea."

There is a bit of joking in the words, but also a bit of sincerity.

Qiao Mingjin lowered her head again.

This time I couldn't blink my tears away.A few drops rolled down and fell straight onto the blue brick floor, before finally disappearing.

Zhou Yanqing raised his head again.This time he couldn't see the wall, his eyes were blurry...

He was the first to come to his senses.This time with a high grin, his upper body fell on the back of the wide chair.Like the old days, with a bit of casualness.Kind of dandy.

Qiao Mingjin jokingly said: "This Yizhou, I wanted to come to it a few years ago. The high city walls attracted me. This time, I prepared my luggage as soon as the new year passed, but I only arrived now... ...Heh, if we stay in Yizhou for a while and go for a walk, I'm afraid it will be the New Year's Eve again in a blink of an eye."

Qiao Mingjin watched him leaning on the high back chair.The body is spread out on the chair obliquely, with the casualness and relaxation of her house in Xiahe Village in the past.His eyes were still squinting at her as before.

Qiao Mingjin was in a trance.

It seems to be back in Xiahe Village...

From Qingchuan to Yizhou City, even if they take a carriage, they can arrive there even if it takes a month later.It took less than a month for their family to drive in winter, walking and stopping.

Has it been a few months like this?

He certainly didn't come here on a tour.I'm afraid he's about to go out.

"From elsewhere?"

Zhou Yanqing froze when she heard the words.The reality is always like this... people can't resist.

She understands.

Zhou Yanqing felt as if someone had grabbed her viscera, and for a while, she was in severe pain, and it was difficult to breathe.

He thought about it years ago.It's just that the mother is tight.Weeping and making noise.Before the Lantern Festival came out, he had already prepared the carriage for the journey.It's just that his mother escorted him and asked him to go to Kyoto again...

Even if we rush quickly, the grass is growing and the warblers are flying, the green willows have put on new clothes, and the spring is coming to an end.Jiner...

Jin'er must have waited disheartened.

When the tea was served, no one drank it.The mist curled up in the cup.Qiao Mingjin stared at it, stunned to see several changes.

Zhou Yanqing looked at her quietly, every move, every frown and smile, was still the same as in the dream.

It's just that it has changed.

He just felt a dull pain in his heart.It seemed that someone was stabbing him with a knife.

"That workshop..." Qiao Mingjin said as the atmosphere was so stuffy.

"Speaking of the workshop, should I say that you let it out? You dropped it and ran away, leaving only one letter behind..."

A letter, less than a thin page, he held it and read it from sunrise to sunset, from the dark and lonely night to the chirping of birds and insects the next day...

Holding it for several months, the paper has become so thin that he can blow it away just by inhaling and exhaling...

Qiao Mingjin seemed to have returned to the original time when he heard him talk about the workshop.

The workshop devoted all her energy.Starting from the dilapidated courtyard of her house, starting from only He and his son, it grew little by little, until the big courtyard was set up in a small courtyard, until dozens of craftsmen...

Zhou Yanqing looked at the memories and reluctance on the face of the person sitting across from him, how could he feel happy again?

That workshop also poured his most genuine enthusiasm.The two made it big from a young age, and sold their root carving works all over the place.The two went from being strange at first to trusting to familiarity to tacit understanding, and then to his sinking...

There are records of the most peaceful and peaceful days of his life.

That simple kitchen, that unpainted and uncarved dining table, that simple gourmet food, and there are no maids serving the soup...

Everything is simple.

But it was the one that made him unforgettable the most, and the one that made him reluctant to part with it.It made him feel pain in his viscera and six internal organs.

The two fell silent as they recalled the past.

After a long time, Qiao Mingjin said: "I'll leave the workshop to you. I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of it anymore. Besides, it won't be convenient for you in the future. It might be better to move the workshop to the city. Now I'm afraid that the nearby materials are all gone. The collection is almost done, and the stock in the warehouse and yard is probably almost used up. In the future, for the convenience of transportation back and forth, you may have to think about it again. However, the craftsmen in the workshop, except for the workers of your Zhou family , the remaining ones, if they are willing to keep, you can keep them all. They are all cooked..."

Zhou Yanqing nodded: "Don't worry. I know it well. It won't change, nothing will change, and everything will remain the same as before."

Qiao Mingjin looked up at him, just as he was also looking at her.The eyes of the two were fixed, and they could clearly see the most familiar reflection in each other's eyes.

Qiao Mingjin sighed quietly.

Only across the ocean... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)