I am Feng Jun

Chapter 392 392. Suihan Xiaozhu
Xie Meiting on the cobblestone path walked aimlessly in the Wanlian Villa.

Every pavilion here is very familiar to him.

Still the same as four years ago.

Shen Nanzhu got this villa when she was 15 years old, Xie Meiting almost lived here for three consecutive years.

He also took care of the pond full of lotus for three years, and built the Wanlian Villa into the shape he wanted.

Four years and nothing has changed.

The wind chime hanging on the eaves of the pavilion was still made by them.

The hanging plaque is his pen and ink, and even the mottled engravings left on the lacquered pillar when he was young are still there today.

Why did he come, is it really just for Youlan Shuizhi?
Sitting in the octagonal lotus pavilion, the young man put one hand on the railing, his lowered eyes wondering what he was thinking.

Is it true that everything cannot escape right and wrong?

She said it was false.

So, should I believe it?
Why... didn't you say it earlier?
He gave her so much time to explain, but she didn't say anything.

Until now Qiong'er has been arrested, what's in it?
Xie Meiting, who felt pain in his heart, covered his heart, his skin was already fair, his face looked a little pale at this moment.

Seeing secretly, Gu Qianqiu clicked his tongue twice, she really saw this kind of mutual love and hurt each other a lot.

Obviously still can't let it go, I have to be stubborn and refuse to forgive.

Boy, let me break your knot!
"Thank you young master?"

Gu Qianqiu, who was dressed in a black robe with one hand behind his back, walked to the pavilion from not far away, and tentatively called out to the people in the pavilion.

"Miss Gu"

Xie Meiting regained consciousness in an instant, calmed down some of his emotions, still looked elegant and dignified, got up and saluted.

Alienated and indifferent.

It's completely different from the boy whose exit was a knife just now.

Look, this is how you should treat strangers!

If he really let go of Shen Nanzhu, he should have the same attitude towards her.

"I heard that the plaque of this pavilion was written by you yourself seven years ago, right? You deserve to be the number one talented scholar in the imperial capital, with good handwriting."

Gu Qianqiu didn't enter the pavilion, but just stood outside and looked up at the word "Lianting" with a bit of immature in it, boasting without changing his face.

Xie Meiting's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he spoke lightly.

"It's just a pen practice when I was young, and I don't know why it has been hanging here. It's a joke."

"You also said that you wrote it when you were young. At that time, it was not uncommon to have such handwriting. Mr. Xie is too modest."

"I heard that Mr. Xie also poured a lot of effort into this Wanlian Villa back then. I am a little dazzled by the lotus. I wonder if I can take it down to the Suihan Xiaozhu to see it?"

Xie Meiting frowned slightly, "Why do you want me to take you, wouldn't it be better to find a maid in Wanlian Villa?"

"It's a bit abrupt. When I met Mr. Xie by chance, I thought about the relationship between Mr. Xie and this Wanlian Villa. For a while, I forgot that Mr. Xie is still a boy in my boudoir."

Gu Qianqiu apologized in a gentle voice while trying not to lose his favor, and at the same time reminded him once again of his relationship with this Wanlian Villa.

Xie Meiting's slightly frowned brows relaxed, he got up and left the pavilion, but still kept a certain distance from Gu Qianqiu, and the whole person seemed very alienated.

"That Suihan Xiaozhu was built three years ago. I'm not familiar with it. Ms. Gu should find someone else."

After speaking, Xie Meiting slightly bent his knees, and then turned to leave, but heard Gu Qianqiu's somewhat doubtful words behind him.

"Three years ago? I just heard from Miss Lu that everything in this Wanlian Villa is the same as it was seven years ago except for the newly dug this year to cultivate the blue water mushroom. Why there are three more for no reason?" The Suihan small building built every year?"

Xie Meiting suddenly stopped in his tracks, a ray of brilliance flashed across his eyes.

Everything is the same as before.

Youlan Shuizhi was bred for him.

That year was Han Xiaozhu.
"Miss!" Fang Zhou hurriedly ran over and called.

"Miss, I have found you. There is a banquet in the hall, let's go there quickly!"

After saying this, Fang Zhou noticed Xie Meiting on the side, and was shocked by the elegance and dignity of the well-known Mr. Ting in the imperial capital for a moment, and was half a beat late in saluting.

Gu Qianqiu had a very sincere smile on his lips, it was the kind of smile that made people feel like a spring breeze at first glance, and could not feel disgusted.

"Young Master Xie, do you want to be together?"

Xie Meiting pursed her lips and shook her head, "No need, Ms. Gu, let's go first, I still have something to do, so take my leave."

All the etiquette is perfect, but the alienation has not completely faded away.

Gu Qianqiu looked at the back and direction of Xie Meiting's leaving, and did not move his eyes until he could no longer see the figure.

Seeing this, Fangzhou turned her eyes, glanced at no one around, and whispered in Gu Qianqiu's ear.

"Miss, are you interested in Mr. Ting?"

"???"

Gu Qianqiu tapped Fangzhou's head with his upside-down fingers, "Don't talk nonsense!"

They have an official match, okay?
She has always only teased those who have no owner!
Gu Qianqiu, who pouted, thought for a while.

Just let him go alone and don't know if he can find it.

No, she has to help to the end!

Fang Zhou rubbed his head, seeing that the direction where his lady left was not the banquet hall at all, and asked aloud.

"Miss, where are you going?"

Isn't that the direction Mr. Ting left just now?
Still say it's not interesting?

"You go there first, I'll be there later, remember to help your lady delay me!"

After Gu Qianqiu left a sentence, he followed Xie Meiting with light work.

Hide in the dark to assist.

Xie Meiting, who had returned to the corridor just now, gradually slowed down.

Seeing that Shen Nanzhu was no longer here, he was relieved.

He couldn't tell what it meant, but he was sure that he didn't want to see Shen Nanzhu.

Pushing open the wooden door of Suihan Xiaozhu, what comes into view is a path paved with bluestone bricks, with two fields surrounded by pebbles on both sides.

Nine plum trees are planted on the left, and nine green bamboos are planted on the right.

There are blue fruits hanging from the plum tree, and some wooden signs are hung on the branches. Because it is a little far away, I can't see clearly what is on it.

It wasn't until Xie Meiting walked over and saw those wooden signs at close range that he realized that there were dates written on them.

The ninth day of March, the second day of June, the 23rd of July, the eighteenth of September, the 31st of November, and the seventh day of January.
There are dozens of signs scattered here and there, recording the time when the two met each time in the past four years.

The two who used to see each other every day, in the past four years, have only seen each other dozens of times.

Xie Meiting grasped the somewhat smooth wooden signboard with slightly trembling hands, and he bent over and squatted down when his feet were suddenly caught by a piece of gravel.

Noticed a tinge of white in the windblown dirt.

The always dignified and elegant young man didn't care if it was dirty or not, he directly dug up the soil with his hands, revealing several jars buried under the tree.

Take out one and pry open the seal, the thick green plum wine fragrance comes out, and there is a small nick on the edge of the jar mouth.

The seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh month of the Jimao year.

That was four years ago.

(End of this chapter)