Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 100 Xi Luo Skirt

"Mrs. Lin came just in time, and we have just arrived." After the juniors saw the ceremony, Mrs. Zhong said to Mrs. Lin in a harmonious voice, while brushing her temples, with a gentle smile on her face.

Lin's eyes turned to Cai's body, and said with a smile: "That's not true. It's a pity that Aunt Jun is ill, so she can't come here to meet her relatives, so I missed a lot of excitement."

This sentence was almost blatantly stated, but Mrs. Zhong was still calm and calm, and said indifferently: "The next day, elder brother will go to pay his respects to Mrs. and Aunt of the Eastern Courtyard. There will always be a time to get together." Then he turned his eyes to the side, then bent to Cai Shi's body, and said softly, "You too, why haven't you seen Mrs. Lin yet? Do you need me to remind you?"

Her voice was gentle and peaceful, and she covered her lips with her sleeve after she finished speaking, with a slight smile in her eyes, she seemed to be very close to Mrs Cai.

Cai's already pale complexion became even paler at this moment, and even his lips lost all color.She lowered her head and came up to salute Mrs. Lin, her voice muffled: "I have seen Mrs. Dong Yuan."

"Please, please, please, don't be too polite." Lin said with a polite smile, but without saying any more, she turned and stepped into the door.

On the issue of dealing with concubines, she and Zhong's attitudes are actually the same, so she only said that sentence and let it go lightly.

Everyone from the two courtyards entered the main room, and after paying respects to Mrs. Tai, Qin Su had no time to look at Zhong Jingren until they were seated.

Counting it, the last time she saw this Uncle Zhong was 13 years ago in her previous life.

After a long time, her memory of Zhong Jingren was extremely weak, and when she saw him today, she sized him up carefully from head to toe.

Zhong Jingren was about 36 or [-] years old, with a wide forehead, high nose, thick eyebrows and square jaw, and a pair of steady elephant eyes. He always looked at people with a three-pointed kindness. His appearance was very ordinary, and his charm was not as elegant as Zhong's.If it weren't for his calm behavior and decent clothes, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a commoner.

Qin Su looked at him nonchalantly, paying special attention to his eyes.

The method of face-to-face is also one of the subjects taught by the Yintang. Although the teaching is superficial, it is enough to observe the appearance.

After observing secretly for a while, Qin Su felt that Zhong Jingren's eyes were peaceful, whether he was talking or quiet, his eyes were always calm and calm.

Those are the eyes of those who have gone through vicissitudes and years of honing. All emotions are restrained but not exposed, which makes people a little unpredictable.

Qin Su frowned, contemplating, and suddenly felt a line of sight cast over her, the light in her eyes was extremely sharp.

She trembled a little in her heart, and pretended to turn her head to look at the bamboo screen beside her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Zhong Jingren looking in her direction.

She couldn't help but secretly dumbfounded.

Really sharp eyes.She never expected that her uncle still had such a keen sense. She had already observed enough covertly just now, but she still couldn't hide it from him.

As she was thinking, she simply turned her gaze away and met Zhong Jingren's gaze.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, Qin Su showed a slightly startled look, and smiled at him again.

Zhong Jingren also smiled at her, that smile could almost be described as kind and gentle, making it impossible for people to imagine that the arrow-like cold gaze just now came from him.

At this time, Mrs. Tai was talking to Mrs. Zhong, but she was talking about the porcelain kiln of the Qin family: "...Although there are many hills in Huangbaipi, it is rare that there are a few gentle hills, and there are good ones nearby. Clay is just the best place for firing celadon, and in the spring of next year, it will be possible to open a porcelain kiln there..."

Huang Baipi.

After a lifetime, I finally heard the name again.

Qin Su slightly raised his head, his trance gaze fell on the opposite bamboo screen, and then penetrated away.

The gorgeous house in front of her disappeared, bit by bit, the rain gradually became heavier and the sound of the rain became denser, and there were thousands of misty rain lines in front of her, and her cheeks were full of wetness.

In front of her, stood the dilapidated door of the Qin Mansion, the paint peeling off like spots left by sunlight filtering through the leaves, the plaque on the door was half-hanging, and the word "Qin House" on it had been corroded. .Wearing gorgeous palace makeup and holding a blue cloth umbrella, she stood alone in front of the ruined Qin family's old house, her Qianhong dress was soaked by the drizzle...

Qin Su was in a daze, and the desolation in his heart dissipated like water.

"...The eldest brother said that he wanted to build several stepped kilns, and the clay was just right for firing..."

Whispers gradually sounded in the ears, but it was Zhong who was talking.That gentle voice seemed to come from a very long distance, every word and every sentence, slowly pulling Qin Su's mind back to this moment.

She let out a silent breath.

Yes, it is suitable for Huangbaipi to make celadon, otherwise, it would not be possible to make such a stunning hidden dragon dish.

The desolation is like water rippling in the bottom of my heart, shaking it, it is full of desolation.

Qin Su looked blankly at the plum shadow orchid leaves embroidered on the bamboo screen in front of her.The subtle coolness fell on the cheeks, and the tiled eaves in the old days overlapped with the neat and clean house in front of me, like a fog, or a dream bubble, dissipating in an instant.

She looked at this illusory scene in a trance, as if standing in the cold smoke of decaying grass, watching the drizzle continuously forming lines under the broken walls and tiles, the thin spider silk hanging from the corners of the eaves, and her Qian skirt. Stained with a thin layer of ash.

However, in another trance, her eyes are already surrounded by elegant bamboo screens, surrounded by aloes, gentle maidservants standing on both sides, and the room is full of relatives who seem to have known each other.

"Om—" There was a long and clear sound, and Qin Su's heart suddenly felt cold.

She followed the sound, but there was no old ruined house in front of her eyes, only the straight beams and columns under the high and wide roof, and the afterimage of the wind on the window paper. blow up.

Qin Su suddenly came back to his senses, sat up straight, and turned to look at the seat above.

Zhong Shi was still explaining the situation of Huang Baipi in detail, no one noticed Qin Su's strangeness for a moment.

Qin Su restrained her emotions and listened intently to what Zhong said.

It seems that Zhong's kilns are quite familiar with kiln firing after all these years. At this moment, he is introducing the differences of various porcelain kilns to Madam Tai. The demeanor was still calm and calm, and the rest of the people in the seat also listened quietly, all with focused faces.

Because today is not a morning appointment, but a meeting with relatives, the atmosphere in the main room of Dehui Hall is much more relaxed than in the past.Qin Yanzhao listened to Zhong's talk for a while, but finally couldn't help his youthful heart, and said, "I don't know what kind of good porcelain Huang Baipi can make? The white porcelain cup that my uncle brought this time is very exquisite. The petal plum color is moist and full of energy, even better than last year's lotus petal double carp."

　Thank you Wu Gouxue for the money pot of the god of wealth, thank you for the slow-burning C4, Yuhuachunni, and the safety charm of tongtiger children's shoes.Thank you for the monthly tickets for children's shoes such as Diandibai, Yuhuachunni, Lieqingyan, Yezhengwan 1996, tongtiger, and Xie's reading with melon seeds.The author can't write a cute little theater, he can only express his thanks in a serious way, with tears in his eyes, and feel wronged. Everyone can make do with it. You are all good people......

　　
　
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