As a sweetheart in the palm of your hand

Chapter 12
"Let's take a look at that lime basin by the way, maybe we can find something from those writings?" Fang Wu looked at the house again, saw the traces of the soil being turned over under the tree in the distance, and suddenly remembered that Forged suicide note.

"It's not a big thing, what do you look like? I'll give it all to the young master, and it hurts to see you." Zhang Xuan nodded, and took another handle made of rope from Fang Wu's hand.

Fang Wu let out a cold snort, this person is obviously not bad, but he is a dead duck with a stubborn mouth.

She complained in her heart, but her legs and feet followed without slowing down.

I saw that inside a lime basin, it was wet, dust, paper scraps and soil were mixed together, and the original appearance could no longer be seen.

"These stunned young people don't know how to take their things back into the house when it's raining heavily." Zhang Xuan kicked the wall and cursed.

"You said it too. It's raining, why don't you come out to clean it up?" Fang Wu knelt down and looked through it bit by bit.

"You've received my master's money, why don't you handle things well?" Zhang Xuan thought it was right.

"Then you still took my master's money, that's not necessarily true, you have a good face to my master." Fang Wu retorted.

"Oh. Your master? Anyway, he doesn't spend the silver in his hand, so why not give it to the young master. Oh, where is your master?"

Originally, Zhang Xuan was still talking with a face of disdain, but suddenly he opened his eyes wide and pulled Fang Wudao,

yes.Where's the master?Fang Wu was also taken aback, as if she hadn't seen him in the yamen this morning.

"I don't know, I didn't see you in the yamen." Fang Wu raised his head and said.

She didn't quite understand why Zhang Xuan was so anxious every time Ji Xuan disappeared.

"Yeah, take those and bring them with you, and toss them around every day." Zhang Xuan was annoyed, he stepped on the bundle of things with mud splashing everywhere, and the crackling was so strange that it gave people a headache.

Fang Wu waited for Zhang Xuan to go out, then picked up the lime basin, covered it with something, and followed quickly.

On the north side of Bazi Hutong, only the sound of knocking on the door was heard, and no one responded for a long time.

"Ji Xuan, Ji Xuan, Ji Xuan."

The voice echoed, and for some reason, Fang Wu felt empty when he heard Zhang Xuan's eager breathing.

"What are you arguing about? Mr. Ji went out early in the morning." At some point, an old woman with a bucket of slop came out and poured clean water under the tree roots.

"when."

"Chen Shi." The aunt looked at the two of them suspiciously, said a word and entered the room, and slammed the door hard, as if to vent her quarrel that they didn't care about anything at noon.

Zhang Xuan glanced at Fang Wu: "Are you sure you didn't see your master in the yamen?"

Fang Wu nodded subconsciously and said, "Probably not."

"It's really an unreliable master raising an unreliable apprentice." Zhang Xuan followed up, as if he had finally caught someone else's handle: "Master, it's really bad luck for the two of you in this life. "

Zhang Xuan scolded his head and covered his face, causing Fang Wu to back away again and again in fright.

But Zhang Xuan didn't have time to take care of Fang Wu, so he just walked towards the yamen in two or three steps.

While talking in his mouth, "Shouldn't you lose your direction?"

He thought to himself, even though it was cloudy and rainy, Ji Xuan couldn't really turn around after walking in this alley for more than ten years, right?

It took Fang Wu a while to follow, but she was confused. She really couldn't figure out why Zhang Xuan was so nervous.

Just after the heavy rain, the water in the cracks of the ground was dripping, Ji Xuan followed the child step by step, and after walking for a whole morning, he saw the child climbed up the slope and turned into a snow-white brick.

Although Ji Xuan hesitated a bit, she followed quickly.

Among the snow-white bricks and tiles, bunches of narcissus flowers that have not yet bloomed persisted, but Ji Xuan didn't have the heart to appreciate those pink and shy flower buds at all.

With only a pair of eyes fixed on the child, the child probably also noticed Ji Xuan, and walked faster and faster.

The more you go in, the daffodils grow shorter and shorter, as if you can't see the sun on weekdays.

The rainwater on the ground also gradually disappeared, and there was only a slight coolness in the air.

Let Ji Xuan wrap up his clothes from time to time while running around.

The white marble was very smooth, and there was not a single sound of footsteps, and the silence made people unconsciously pay attention to their own actions.

Ji Xuan followed carefully, walked around one watchtower after another among the bricks and tiles, and noticed row after row of daffodils that were getting smaller and more delicate.

The child ran up suddenly, turned into rows of brick and tile alleys planted with sunflowers, and ran into the arms of a woman with window flowers in her hands.

"Mother, you're done. I feel like someone is following me."

The impact of the child was so strong that it made the woman back again and again. Ji Xuan gave a support and said, "Pay attention to your feet."

As Ji Xuan said, after the woman stood still, she immediately let go of her hands and squatted down on the ground to pick up the falling grilles and observe carefully.

The window grilles are lifelike, like a touch of green in the cold winter months.

"Is Madam selling window grilles here? How?"

Ji Xuan watched, and hesitantly returned the window grille in his hand to Madam.

"No, no one is allowed to set up a stall on this post. I just think it's convenient for the neighbors to come and go, so I made it myself and gave it to everyone. It's not a precious thing, but it's just a wish." The woman took the child with her arms. Come over to the window flower road.

"That's it, it looks like you have a good handiwork." Suddenly, Ji Xuan remembered the paper-cut portrait of a big man that Fang Wu and the others brought back from the mountain yesterday: "May I ask, can you cut portraits?"

"It's natural, it's just a way." The woman's words were subtle, and even a very ordinary sentence made people turn their heads back frequently.

Ji Xuan looked over carefully, she was wearing a simple dress, the flaps around the waist were very nice, looking up, she had a melon-seeded face, and there were a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind, very weak , although the small stature holds the children, but it gives people an indescribable strength.

"Then can you cut a small portrait of you for me?" Ji Xuan asked after thinking about it.

"What does this gentleman mean?" The woman took a few steps back and snapped.

Ji Xuan was taken aback by this sentence.He didn't expect such a petite woman to have such courage, and then he realized that it was him who was abrupt.

There is no one who asks for a portrait from a woman who has never met before, even a married woman can't do this.

Although he just wanted to take the small portrait to see how the big man would react, it was inappropriate to ask for it so presumptuously.

Ji Xuan also took a step back and said with a slight smile: "Madam misunderstood, I took the liberty, it was just a momentary curiosity. Does Madam live on this post? But go elsewhere, has this window grille been sold before? Or can someone find it?" Madam, why did someone cut the statuette?"

Ji Xuan tried his best to be polite, but he was also unwilling to cause inconvenience hastily.

(End of this chapter)