win the hairpin

Chapter 89
The crowd carried Zhang Xuzhang into the posthouse. The inner courtyard was deep, the hall was wide, and there were twenty-four rooms for accommodation. Many yellow and white chrysanthemums were planted along the corridor, which were in full bloom.

The guards and waiters flocked to him, buzzing around Zhang Xutang.

They first sent him into the room, lying on a high bed with soft pillows, then made tea and porridge for him, and finally made Zhang Xutang's horse and guards feel at home.

After everyone has dispersed, the sky will be bright in half an hour.

Zhang Xutang also fell asleep.

A boy came out of the miscellaneous room next to the stable, ran two steps in the courtyard, saw a sparrow landed among the flowers, and tiptoed to catch it.

It's just that his movements are still too heavy, as soon as he took two or three steps, the sparrow was startled flying.

He watched in disappointment as the bird fluttered its wings and walked away in the air, with its head raised and its face raised, until the little black spot turned into a sparrow disappeared, before lowering its head.

This gray boy is Song Qinghui.

The clothes he was wearing were also covered in black and ash, and they didn't fit well. The jacket was too tight, but the trousers were too long, and they were tied to the ankles with ropes.

He was completely different from the clean and fragrant Song family uncle, and became a complete fool.

Without the sparrow, he crouched dejectedly beside the chrysanthemum bonsai, digging out the ant hole with his buttocks pouted.

As a result, the buttocks were poked too high, and I accidentally turned my head down, rolled on the ground, and hit my head heavily on the bluestone slab, it suddenly became red and swollen, and a layer of oily skin was broken.

Sitting on the ground, he whimpered twice, blinked two huge tears, and called his sister in his heart.

You can't scream out, or you will be slapped in the mouth.

Whether it was the slap on the mouth or the wound on the forehead, it was very painful for him, so he sat quietly on the ground, pressed the injured place with his hands, and imitated his family members to comfort himself: "It doesn't hurt to touch it. "

After surviving the pain, he fiddled with the ants on the ground and said in a low voice, "Are you also lost?"

No one answered, all the people in the posthouse were very busy, the kitchen was full of heat and white smoke, hot water was constantly being boiled, and old soup was being stewed. The guards gathered together to discuss how to serve Zhang Xu well. This big Buddha.

They were lively, but they spoke softly and moved lightly, not daring to disturb Zhang Xutang's sleep.

Even the birds seemed to be infected by the frantic atmosphere, and stopped chirping.

The eyes are extremely busy, but the ears are extremely quiet.

Song Qinghui couldn't understand this confusion. He sat on the steps in the corner, with his elbows on his knees, his cheeks on his hands, and began to seriously miss home.

A cat jumped down from the fence, walked gracefully to his feet, meowed softly twice, and started rubbing its tail around his legs. After rubbing, it jumped onto the steps and sat down dignifiedly. Beside him, he dozed off with his head crossed.

And Song Qinghui just sat there like this, as if he could sit forever.

In the stables, a man in tan and short brown was holding a shovel, and scooped up a load of horse manure from the stables, spread it out in the sun, and used it to light the fire when it dried.

After finishing his work and washing his hands, he came out to find Song Qinghui.

Song Qinghui didn't run around, but sat obediently on the steps, broke a bamboo branch and wrote his name on the ground.

The groom strode over, grabbed the bamboo branch in his hand, and said with a sullen face, "Back!"

Song Qinghui's hands and lips began to tremble, and he murmured and began to recite: "You can't write, you can't call your sister, you can't run around, you can't cry, don't beat me, I'm in so much pain."

The bamboo branch hit him head and face, and he kept reciting in the burning pain. The person who beat him knew that he was a fool, so he was not moved by him, but hit him harder.

It is precisely because he doesn't understand anything that he is beaten to be afraid and obedient.

While Song Qinghui was crying, Zhang Xutang's violent voice came from the house where he lived: "It's so noisy early in the morning! Get out of here and see how I deal with you!"

The groom immediately carried Song Qinghui into the door tremblingly to plead guilty. Song Qinghui staggered across the high threshold, and the door was quietly closed.

"Come here, my gold medal for avoiding death." Zhang Xutang turned his anger into a smile when he saw Song Qinghui, and waved at him.

As for the groom, he stood respectfully at the door, treating himself like a stone.

Song Qinghui's mind is not strong enough to deal with the situation in front of him.

He showed a panicked look, took a step back, and looked at Zhang Xutang in fear: "Who are you, do you want to hit me too?"

Zhang Xutang let out a smile, and teased him like a cat teasing a dog: "I'm an older brother, and I took a carriage with your sister, and I gave you candy."

Song Qinghui suddenly realized, and at the same time, he quickly lost his guard after hearing the word "sister", and walked straight forward, reaching Zhang Xutang's side.

After walking over, he quietly looked at the groom standing at the door, and was relieved to see that he hadn't moved.

Zhang Xutang noticed his fear and found it very interesting.

All of Song Qinghui's reactions were from the heart, without the slightest conspiracy or calculation, just like a soft and cute kitten, ready to be slaughtered.

Pulling him to his side with a smile: "Your sister has worked so hard to find you."

Hearing this, Song Qinghui burst into tears, and became closer to Zhang Xutang: "Have you seen my sister? Where is she? I want to find her. I didn't go to Gu Zhangzhang's house. She must be in a hurry , I’m also scared.”

Zhang Xutang replied meaningfully: "I have already told her that you are here, and she said that she will come to pick you up."

"Thank you brother!" Song Qinghui's tears stopped, his face turned red with joy, and he asked cautiously, "Brother, can you send me to my sister, I really miss my sister, and Aniang and the others. "

Zhang Xutang lifted the quilt and showed him his legs: "My leg is broken, and I can't go anywhere."

Song Qinghui saw that there was indeed a splint on the leg, and quickly covered him with the quilt lightly.

"It must be very painful, brother, don't be afraid, A Niang said that no matter what the injury is, it will get better as time goes by."

When his mood stabilized, he noticed that a large part of his wrist was exposed, and quickly and quietly reached out and grabbed the sleeve.

Mrs. Song had always taught him to be disheveled and not to meet people. Now that he saw Zhang Xutang like this, he felt very ashamed.

Zhang Xutang was comforted by his childish words, and his heart was about to blossom with joy.

Song Qinghui's big eyes were exactly the same shape as Song Huiyue's, and even his face was soft and feminine.

He teased Song Qinghui as if he was secretly teasing Song Huiyue.

At the same time, there is the joy of revenge.

"Bitch, if you bully me, I'll bully your brother!"

He grabbed a piece of peanut biscuit and handed it to him: "Do you want to eat it? Kitten."

"I'm not a kitten," Song Qinghui corrected him earnestly, and looked at the peanut pancakes eagerly, "I want to eat them."

Zhang Xutang laughed: "Tell me that my sister is bad, and I'll eat it for you."

(End of this chapter)