I opened a tea shop in Bianjing

Chapter 29
On the branches of the moon, the shadows of pedestrians in front of Xuande Gate are dragged by the lights everywhere.There are more and more diners going up and down Fanlou.

Song Mingxuan paced in the study alone.He is holding a book in his hand, and there is a piano on the table.He knew the rhythm at first, but since he resigned from his marriage with Mo Yunxiao, he was often depressed, and it was difficult for him to play the piano.

"He Lu, He Lu, after all, I am sorry for you." He remembered the three things he had promised Mo Yunxiao.The first two things are still easy to talk about, but the third thing is to find a spouse for her.This is too difficult.

He was not worried because this matter was difficult to complete, but worried that Mo Yunxiao's burning years would be delayed.Since the day he broke off the engagement, he has been burdened with this deep sense of guilt.

Thinking of the "bad fate" between himself and Mo Yunze, no matter what, it cannot be forgiven by the world.Mo Yunxiao was right, Mo Yunze's big exam next year, if he was in high school, there must be a family of officials to catch the man in green.At that time, can I and him last forever?

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became. Unknowingly, he sighed softly, walked to the side of the piano and sat down, and the slender fingers like a woman gently plucked a string, making a crisp sound of "Dang".The sound of the piano is melodious, lingering endlessly.

The sound of the piano also moved him deeply.So he raised his hands and played the piano faintly.

Song Mingxuan poured all his sorrow and resentment onto the strings through his fingers.The strings jump, and the music flows out tactfully.Let's listen to the sound of the zither, sometimes sad and angry, sometimes bitter, sometimes like a river rushing, sometimes like a trickle.

Before the song was finished, a strange sound came suddenly.His fingers trembled, and it turned out that a string was broken.

The string is broken and the heart is sad.It made Song Mingxuan's already sad mood even more sad.He sighed, and was about to get up from his seat when he heard a knock on the door: "Brother Xuan, the eldest daughter of the Mo family is here."

"Oh." Song Mingxuan was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Please come in." So Mo Yunxiao pushed the door and entered, followed by her childish colorful clothes.

Wearing a purple dress and a red skirt, Mo Yunxiao looked slender and extraordinarily graceful.She was wearing a veiled hat, covering most of her face, only a little red lips and a chin that was as sharp as a mushroom could be seen.

"He Lu, you..." Song Mingxuan stood up, looking very nervous.

Mo Yunxiao stopped and asked, "What? Are you afraid of me?"

"Oh, no." Song Mingxuan hurriedly said, "It's just that you came so suddenly, I'm sorry Brother Yu didn't entertain you well."

Mo Yunxiao didn't speak, but just smiled miserably.Although she smiled, the smile revealed a bit of desolation and loneliness.Song Mingxuan had never seen Mo Yunxiao like this before, so he couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

Mo Yunxiao sat down and said: "I came earlier, but just now I heard brother Jiaxing playing the piano. The sound of the piano is melodious, and I can't bear to disturb you."

Song Mingxuan smiled shyly, and said: "It makes He Lu laugh. I'm just sitting and bored, playing the piano to distract myself."

Mo Yunxiao also smiled, and said lightly: "You can know the elegance after hearing the stringed songs. Brother Jiaxing seems to have thousands of melancholy in his heart?"

Song Mingxuan was shocked when he heard the words, it was a big surprise.The Mo Yunxiao he knew was the "female Yan Luo" who had no interest in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.But now the person sitting in front of him is a quiet and elegant woman who speaks eloquently.How could she be Mo Yunxiao?But she happened to be Mo Yunxiao!

While Song Mingxuan was in a daze, Mo Yunxiao turned his head, stared at him, and said, "Brother Jiaxing has any troubles, why don't you tell me?"

Song Mingxuan smiled wryly, and said: "He Lu, you should know my troubles best, so why bother to ask again."

Mo Yunxiao bowed her head and fell silent.She really wanted to know why Song Mingxuan was sad, and she really wanted to go into his world to find out.But he seemed to have built a high fence in his heart to isolate himself from the outside.

Mo Yunxiao glanced around and saw that there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk.So she stood up, walked over quietly, dipped a pen in the ink, rolled up her sleeves, and started writing on paper.

This Mo Yunxiao, who came from time travel, studied Chinese painting since childhood, and her calligraphy skills are also extremely good.When she was ten years old, she participated in the youth calligraphy competition held in the city and won the first place with an overwhelming advantage.The teacher's evaluation is: "The handwriting is strong, with the legacy of Dongpo".

Song Mingxuan was astonished when he saw it.This was the first time he saw Mo Yunxiao writing with a pen.He couldn't help rubbing his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.

Mo Yunxiao waved it away, looked up and smiled at Song Mingxuan, and said, "Brother Jiaxing, come and have a look."

Song Mingxuan was full of suspicion, but couldn't help being driven by curiosity, so he walked over to have a look.It turned out that what she wrote was a small poem.

I saw this word wrote: "Last night, the cold sting couldn't stop ringing. I was startled back to Qianlimeng, and it's already three o'clock. Get up and walk around the street alone. People are quiet, and the moon is dim outside the curtain.

The white head is fame.The old pine and bamboo in the old mountain hinder the return journey.I want to pay Yaoqin my heart.There are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings? "

This is "Little Heavy Mountain" by Yue Fei, the founding general of the Southern Song Dynasty.This is a poem that is difficult for Yue Fei to express his ambition.And what Mo Yunxiao wrote here is extremely appropriate.

Song Mingxuan sighed quietly, and when he raised his eyes, they were already mottled with tears.Seeing this, Mo Yunxiao also felt sad.Just because his sadness touched his own sadness.

"Helu." Song Mingxuan's body trembled slightly, and his voice was choked with sobs: "It's rare that you know me so well. Brother Yu is very grateful." As he spoke, he raised his hands and bowed deeply.

Caiyi at the side saw it, her heart trembled, and she thought to herself: "It is said that the eldest daughter of the Mo family is an unreasonable and unsophisticated Hedong lion. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, [-]% of the rumors in the market are false."

Mo Yunxiao said while pacing: "You have your sorrows, and I have mine. I just don't know, if the sorrows of you and I can be exchanged, maybe we can resolve each other and turn into joy instead."

Song Mingxuan was taken aback for a moment, then asked: "I don't know what worries He Lu has?"

She stopped walking, turned around, and said, "I was deprived of the power to manage the Minglou by my father. Huan'er was also sold."

"What?" Song Mingxuan was taken aback, hurried up a few steps and asked, "What's going on?"

Mo Yunxiao smiled miserably, shook her head and said, "It's all because of me falling into the water. My father sold Huan'er under the pretext of not taking good care of her. Alas, from then on, I was even more isolated and helpless in Minglou."

Song Mingxuan was silent for a while, and then said again: "He Lu, you fell into the water this time, and your temperament has changed a lot."

"Have I changed?" she asked.

"Yes." Song Mingxuan said firmly: "How nice of you to be like this, you can make people get close."

"Oh." She sighed, and said again: "The most troublesome thing is this 'can make people close'."

"So what do you say?" Song Mingxuan asked.

Mo Yunxiao lowered her head slightly, not knowing what to say.But Caiyi blurted out: "Three days later, Da Lang will choose a son-in-law for the eldest girl."

"Choose a son-in-law?" Song Mingxuan was both surprised and delighted.Surprised that this happened so suddenly, happy that if the selection of a son-in-law goes well, then Mo Yunxiao will be depended on for life.

But after the pleasant surprise, he became suspicious again, and asked, "I just don't know how to choose a method."

"Daddy said, my family sells tea, so tea art should be the priority." Mo Yunxiao said, "Daddy is going to hold a tea fight and choose the person he likes the most."

"Ah? This..." Song Mingxuan felt that this idea was absurd, so he said, "Marriage is a major event, how can it be determined by tea art? If there is a person who is excellent in tea art but is a prodigal son, could it be that uncle also married you to him? "

Mo Yunxiao shook her head with a wry smile, and said, "No, I didn't marry him, but asked him to be my son-in-law."

"Oh..." Song Mingxuan was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "But why did you choose a son-in-law so hastily?"

"Maybe Dad doesn't want to pamper me anymore." Mo Yunxiao said this with a bit of desolation.

Song Mingxuan also felt a sense of loss, and said with a wry smile: "He Lu, I am the one who is sorry for you. I hope you can find a good spouse in this selection of son-in-law."

Mo Yunxiao raised her eyes and said passionately: "Jiaxing, I don't want to listen to your words."

"Then what do you want to hear?" Song Mingxuan didn't know why.

Mo Yunxiao looked up at him, and gently took off her veil.Song Mingxuan noticed that her eye sockets were red and her dark circles were thick. Although she was still very beautiful, her face was a bit haggard.

From childhood to adulthood, Mo Yunxiao has a very stubborn temper.Song Mingxuan had never seen her shed tears, but today, she seemed to want to cry but had no tears, which was even more pitiful.

Mo Yunxiao stared at him and said: "In that family, I have no financial rights, and I will be bullied by others. My father will find me a man whom I have never met and never been with to marry. You know the pain in my heart."

Song Mingxuan was at a loss for what to do, but hearing her words were deeply touching, and his heart ached.Caiyi watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help wiping away tears.

"Brother Jiaxing, I never blame you for your divorce earlier. But today, I just want to ask you a word." Mo Yunxiao looked at him and said.

"What?" Song Mingxuan asked.

"Do you have me in your heart?" It was not uncommon for Mo Yunxiao to express his feelings so bluntly in that era, but it was quite unusual for these words to come from Mo Yunxiao's mouth.

Song Mingxuan was taken aback, quickly avoided his eyes, and said, "He Lu, I understand your friendship for me. But you also understand me, otherwise you wouldn't write such words to me. You know me You know that I cannot marry you..."

"I don't know." Mo Yunxiao interrupted him, and said with a choked voice: "Could it be that you are afraid of me just because I am a 'female Yama'?"

"No, no, no..." Song Mingxuan waved his hands quickly, stepped back again and again, sighed again, and said, "He Lu, why are you forcing me like this?"

"If I don't force you, I'm afraid I'll marry someone else without knowing it." Mo Yunxiao said, "Among the people I've met, only Brother Jiaxing is a reliable man. If you also have me in your heart. Then I can leave the teahouse behind and go find a place where no one knows you, and live the life of men farming and women weaving, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Ah?" Song Mingxuan stared and hurriedly looked out the window.He looked around and saw no one around, so he closed the window.

Seeing his nervous look, Mo Yunxiao's eager heart cooled down.

"Helu, please forgive me." Song Mingxuan leaned on the window, and said with lingering fear: "You can leave the tea building, but I cannot leave the fan building."

"Just because Fan Lou is your ancestral property of the Song family, isn't it?" Mo Yunxiao asked.

Song Mingxuan was noncommittal, but shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "He Lu, you can't let go of Minglou either. Why do you bother yourself like this."

Mo Yunxiao glanced at the corner of her mouth and said, "Brother Jiaxing, I understand what's on your mind, but you don't understand what's on my mind."

After she finished speaking, she walked slowly to the window and gently pushed the window open.Song Mingxuan was startled, and instinctively wanted to step forward to stop him, but his raised hand didn't reach out after all.

Looking at the moon in the sky, Mo Yunxiao said flatly: "There is nothing shameful about what I said to you. Are you afraid that others will overhear?"

Song Mingxuan smiled awkwardly, and said, "He Lu, you are serious."

Looking at the moon, Mo Yunxiao was lost in thought, and said, "Su Dongpo has a saying, 'I hope you will last forever, and you will be beautiful for thousands of miles.' Brother Jiaxing, do you think these two sentences are good?"

Of course Song Mingxuan understood what she meant, so he interjected: "He Lu, this poem is of course very good. But it's not because of the last two lines, but 'people have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. It’s hard to be complete’. Alas, things in the world are generally like this, you and I are just mortals, how can we force it?”

After hearing these words, Mo Yunxiao had already fully understood his intentions, and her eager heart was completely cold at this moment.So she bowed her head and remained silent for a while, then said with a forced smile, "'There should be no hatred, what's going to happen forever'. Brother Jiaxing, I understand."

After she finished speaking, she smiled miserably at Song Mingxuan.Song Mingxuan was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, he could only lower his head and not look at her.

(End of this chapter)