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Chapter 61 Birthday

At night, Qin Baizhi walked to the west courtyard carrying osmanthus cake, roast chicken, plum wine, a few candles and wine glasses.

Just halfway through, she saw Qin Baozhu leaning under a big camphor tree, with his hands in his sleeves, his nose hunched up and down, and he smiled silly at her.

I must have smelled it.

She raised the thing in her hand to him: "Brother, I'm here to bring you delicious food."

Qin Baozhu ran towards her quickly, smiling so hard that his teeth almost disappeared.

Qin Baizhi looked around: "It's cold here, let's go to the west courtyard to eat."

Unexpectedly, Qin Baozhu couldn't wait to grab the package, took out the roast chicken inside, and sat on the ground to gnaw.

How long has it been since I've eaten meat?

"Oh, the ground is cold."

Qin Baizhi couldn't pull him up, so she had to spread the oil paper wrapped with food on the ground and let him sit on the oil paper.

She lit a candle and stuck it on the ground.

"Brother, happy birthday!"

Under the dim candlelight, Qin Baozhu, dressed in dirty clothes and with a bulging mouth, stared at her blankly, whined for a while, and seemed a little moved.

Qin Baizhi suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Isn't there anyone in Qin Mansion who cares about him?
  He is obviously the legitimate son of the Military and Horse Secretary Shaoqing, but he lives like a beggar.

If she hadn't celebrated his birthday, no one in this house would have thought of him.

Also, for some reason, my mother barely mentioned him and was extremely cold towards him.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Qin Baozhu's eyes filled with tears and he sobbed for a while, chewing the roast chicken in his mouth.

Qin Baizhi whispered softly: "There is roast chicken and your favorite osmanthus cake. There is enough to eat."

Qin Baozhu nodded, wiped away his tears, and chewed faster.

Qin Baizhi carefully opened the chicken bones for him and poured him another glass of wine. Qin Baozhu took a mouthful of chicken, a mouthful of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and another sip of wine, and his mouth was almost overwhelmed.

"Brother, I am making money now. When I get the money, I will take you and your mother out to live with you."

Qin Baizhi didn't know whether he understood what he meant, so he kept talking patiently.

"I will make you some nice clothes in a few days. The clothes you are wearing are too dirty."

"Also, your hands are cracked by the frost. I'll bring you some frostbite ointment later."

Qin Baozhu listened with half-understanding and kept nodding.

After eating and drinking, Qin Baozhu burped.

He took out a wrinkled and colorless rag from his arms and handed it to her with some embarrassment.

He murmured: "Hold... hold..."

Qin Baizhi took it over doubtfully and slowly unfolded it.

On the torn rag, two people were crudely drawn with charcoal. You could vaguely see two people squatting on the ground, as if they were digging for earthworms.

Qin Baizhi thought.

Isn't this painting the scene where they dug earthworms last time?
  Qin Baizhi smiled slightly and held the rag in his arms.

"I know you drew us digging for earthworms. What a great drawing! I've put it away."

Qin Baozhu chuckled and scratched his head.

After eating and drinking outside for more than an hour, the night became darker and the weather became colder.

Qin Baizhi packed up the remaining things and said, "It's late at night, it's time to go back to sleep, otherwise you'll freeze to death."

Qin Baozhu pointed to a few candles that were still burning, with a wanting look on his face: "Hold, hold."

Qin Baizhi waved his hand: "It's not good to play with fire. We won't play with candles."

Who knows, Qin Baozhu is very persistent and insists on those candles.

Qin Baizhi thought to himself, could it be that there was no charcoal fire in the west courtyard, so he used candles to keep warm?
  (End of this chapter)