A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 144 A Cage of Fireflies

Zuo Chengjin knew just by looking at the amount of the bank note that Xu Shenfang was not a stingy person.

More than half of the shops that opened in the city are closed, and he can still spend so much, I am afraid that he has given him a lot of money he earned during this period.

It is not a small amount to manage the officialdom by itself.

In the private room, after Xu Shenfang and the others left, they still sat at the table for a while before getting up to rest on the couch behind the curtain.

He seemed to be awake, but when he stood up, he staggered slightly.

He lay down casually, his clothes and hair spread out on the small couch, his brows were lightly closed, and his face was extremely blush.

After the diners in the restaurant were almost gone, his close attendant came in and called out: "Young master."

Xu Chenfang just woke up, pinched the bridge of her nose, and said in a hoarse voice, "What time is it?"

The entourage said: "It's Hai time."

"Go back."

The entourage asked: "Go back to the house tonight or go to Miss Meng's house?"

Xu Chenfang picked the ending sound, and asked: "You said that I am full of alcohol, where else can I go?"

Afterwards, Xu Chenfang left the restaurant, went out through the back door, and the attendants drove back to Xu Chenfang's own house in a carriage.

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A lantern under the porch of Meng Yan's house was broken, and the matter of repairing the lantern naturally fell into Yin Heng's hands.

Fortunately, I bought some paper not long ago at home, and it happened to be useful.

So, when night fell, Meng Yan was cooking dinner with Mrs. Xia in the kitchen, while Yin Heng was mending lanterns on the porch.

The light overflowing from the kitchen was very warm, and Yin Heng could still hear the voices of Meng Yan and Xia Shi while sitting on the porch.

The noisy cicadas also quieted down during the day, falling into a tranquility with human fireworks.In other courtyards in the back alley, there were occasional dogs barking.

During this period, Meng Yan brought a bowl of thick rice milk from the kitchen to paste lantern paper for Yin Heng.

Meng Yan was able to sit beside him and watch quietly for a while.

Yin Heng's gentle fingers circled and adjusted between the bamboo strips supporting the lantern paper. Under the low light, his fingers were very slender. In the other hand, he took a small brush dipped in rice milk, and brushed evenly on the bamboo strips at a leisurely pace. superior.

Meng Yan stretched out her hand to help him hold the bamboo strips of the lantern.Yin Heng laid the paper on the bamboo strips carefully, and stroked it lightly with his fingertips. The stickiness of the rice milk made the lantern paper and the bamboo strips adhere neatly and smoothly.

Meng Yan touched his hand from time to time, and when the lantern paper was about to stick to her hand, Yin Heng looked calm and soft, and said in a low voice: "You can let it go."

Yin Heng held the bamboo strips inside the lantern with one hand, and Meng Yan reluctantly let go of the hand holding the lantern, and Yin Heng put the lantern paper and bamboo strips together where she had just held them.

After a little air drying, the lantern will be repaired.

Meng Yan put her chin on her knees, looked at a brand new lantern, and couldn't help saying: "Heng, you are so amazing, it looks even better than the original one."

Yin Heng said: "Isn't it the same as the original one?"

When talking to her, his voice was always soft and low-pitched, as if all his tone of voice was only for her to listen to.

The voice fell on her ears, it was warm and mellow, and it sounded like a lingering feeling.

Meng Yan felt very itchy, his voice itched into her ears, and his breath made her tiny ear hairs itch even when she scratched her ears lightly.

Meng Yan thought that the ear might be pregnant.Subconsciously, she reached out her hand to scratch it, even though it might be an itch; but Yin Heng held her hand for a moment.

Yin Heng said again: "I have rice milk on my hands, it will stick to my ears soon."

Meng Yan had no choice but to rub her ears with her shoulder.

Yin Heng raised his hand to help her gently touch, stroked the broken hair back, and said, "Is it still itchy?"

Meng Yan raised her head and looked into his eyes, "...it's even more itchy."

At the right time, Xia Shi called Meng Yan in the kitchen, Meng Yan answered indiscriminately twice, when Jiang Jiang got up, his heart skipped a beat, he suddenly leaned over, kissed Yin Heng's face, and then hurriedly turned his head go to the kitchen.

If she turned her head, she would definitely see Yin Heng sitting peacefully on the porch, dressed in white clothes as if dyed in the autumn moon and frost, slightly pulling the corners of her lips, and smiling softly with lowered eyebrows.

Although the paper used to paste the lanterns is white, it is not pure white, but a wood color with a little bit of oily yellow.There is a small candlestick inside the lantern, you can put a candle in it, and when the light is lit, it will be a very gentle lamp.

Yin Heng took a lantern to watch leisurely, then turned around and entered the room after a while, and came out with a pen and ink.

In the twilight of the corridor, he dipped his pen in ink and calmly sketched on the lantern paper. With just a few strokes, he drew a blue sketch with a profound artistic conception.

Just as there was a little bit of fluorescent light flickering in the bushes outside the corridor, he flicked the tip of his pen, and then added two flying insects to the orchid grass.

Yin Heng turned the lantern with his fingers, turned the blank on the other side, and rested the corner of his forehead with the hand holding the ink pen, and then wrote a painting.

He described a young girl holding an umbrella, the oil-paper umbrella was leaning on her shoulder, and she was twisting the handle of the umbrella in her hand.Although it's just a rough outline, without seeing the detailed expression on the girl's face, one can vaguely imagine the bright eyes and white teeth on that face.

Yin Heng put down his pen, stretched out his hand to the grass outside the corridor, flicked his sleeve lightly, one or two fireflies were caught in the palm of his hand, flickering.

Then he took the lantern, moved the wheelchair, and went around the corridor to the back of the yard.

There is also a small courtyard behind that, which is used as a buffer zone to separate the room from the courtyard wall, so it is rarely visited at ordinary times, and the vegetation grows quietly.

When it was time for dinner, Meng Yan didn't see the lamp, so she asked Yin Heng, "Where's the lantern?"

Yin Heng said: "Put it elsewhere, and get it later."

After dinner, Mrs. Xia washed up early and went back to her room. Meng Yan wanted to hang the repaired lantern back to its original position, so Yin Heng told her that he put the lantern in the small courtyard behind.

Meng Yan went to find the lantern as Yin Heng said, and said, "Why did you put it so far away? Could it be that there is something special about this newly repaired lantern, such as hanging it outside for a night or something..."

Yin Heng didn't go with her, but waited in the front yard, watching her walk around the corridor to the back yard while talking.But her voice gradually became smaller and faded away as she went to the backyard.

It wasn't because Yin Heng couldn't hear because of the distance, but because she stopped talking herself.

She stayed in the small courtyard for a while, and when she came out again, her expression was dazed.

She was holding the lamp in her hand, and the lantern was on at the moment, but it wasn't the candle that lit inside, but a cage of fireflies lit inside, flickering slightly, illuminating her face delicately.

She saw the lamp as soon as she entered the backyard earlier, and there were still a few fireflies flying around, it was extremely beautiful.

Meng Yan was standing on the porch, and Yin Heng was sitting in the courtyard.The moonlight on his body was like water, and he raised his eyes to look at her.

There are fireflies in front of her eyes, and those eyes are brighter than fireflies.Yin Heng was also slightly absent-minded for a moment.

(End of this chapter)