Fu Qu didn't expect Shen Lianqing's visit the next day. He was still wondering. Shen Lianqing was a lazy and rude person, but he could see in the past two days that she was very concerned about eating.
She said she would come to find him, so she shouldn't have failed to come.
There was no smile on his face, and his handsome eyebrows were cold. He glanced in the direction of the Ji family and then looked back, hoping that she would forget about it and forget about it forever.
There is a persimmon tree planted in the yard of the Fu family. It is autumn now, and the green leaves on the tree are gloomy. There are many fruits hanging on the branches that can only be picked and eaten when they mature in winter.
Fu Qu placed a wooden chair with a backrest under the tree, allowing people to half lie on it. He was holding a book and reading when there was an irritable knock on the door.
"Xiao Fu! Xiao Fu——"
It could be heard that the voice was suppressed and a little anxious.
People still come.
Fu Qu put down the book in his hand, and when he almost walked to the door with an emotionless face, he returned to his usual gentle and polite attitude toward everyone. His eyelashes were shining brightly, his eyes were soft, and there was a decent smile on his lips.
He opened the door and was about to say a few words, but Shen Lianqing didn't even listen to him and slipped in through the crack in the door he opened, heading straight to the kitchen with things in his hand.
Judging from Fu Qu's excellent eyesight, the thing in her hand was a pigeon. He closed the door and followed Shen Lianqing to observe carefully. The pigeon in her hand was gray and white, with an orange beak and smooth feathers. It looked like someone else. Privately raised homing pigeons.
"Sister-in-law Ji, where did the things in your hand come from?"
"Xiao Fu!" Shen Lianqing shouted very affectionately. She pushed the pigeon into Fu Qu's hand, with a layer of pride on her eyebrows. She shared, "This pigeon, I don't know who raised it. my home."
"Your sister-in-law, I strangled it to death before anyone found out. Xiao Fu, please make it into soup for me before others come to find it!"
Fu Qu's smile paused, and he asked, "This pigeon suddenly fell into the yard, sister-in-law, did you catch it yourself?"
"you guess."
Fu Qu smiled, okay, guess what else, the expression on her face already told him the answer, definitely not, that is, the original place where the pigeon landed was Ji's house.
Now only Ji Mao is left in the Ji family except Shen Lianqing. Thinking that the other person is restrained and does not reveal his aura of landscape, Fu Qu sighs that Ji Mao is definitely not simple. Shen Lianqing caused trouble for Ji Mao because he took advantage.
"Make soup quickly!" Shen Lianqing urged him.
"Okay." Fu Qu didn't care. He didn't strangle the pigeon to death anyway. If he was to blame, it was Shen Lianqing who was to blame.
Ji Mao came over soon after he made the pigeon soup. As soon as he came in, he saw Shen Lianqing drinking the pigeon soup!
Ji Mao's gloomy eyes became even gloomier. His sister-in-law was indeed his sister-in-law. He would just go out for a while and he would fix this.
Although the letter on the pigeon had been taken away by him, the pigeon was supposed to return with the message, and now he could only go there in person.
His plans to stay at home for a few months were no longer possible.
Ji Mao's eyes fell on another person present. He knew that Fu Qu must have noticed something when he saw the pigeon. He opened his mouth and Fu Qu immediately understood what he wanted to say to him.
Without saying a word, he tossed his loose sleeves and walked out. As the two chatted, to Fu Qu's surprise, Ji Mao asked him to help take care of his sister-in-law.
Um? ? ?
His face was full of doubts, was Ji Mao serious?
Ji Mao told the truth, "To be honest, I'm afraid that my sister-in-law will starve to death at home."
He also thought about letting her go back to her parents' home, but he rejected this idea as soon as it came up. If he said that Shen Lianqing would go back, she would definitely go back, but she was still in the period of mourning. If she went back, others would definitely scold Ji and Chen to death. Home.
Fu Qu:......
It is possible to starve to death. Shen Lianqing is a loser. He can't do anything except eating, sleeping and cursing others.
But Shen Lianqing looked like he had a headache, and he didn't really want to take over.
Fu Qu couldn't help but be moved by Ji Mao's generous offer. Shen Lianqing always slept until midnight, so he only had to be responsible for Shen Lianqing's two meals, and he didn't need to worry about the rest.
After there is no one at home, Shen Lianqing may go for a walk in the village, which will not affect his reading.
"Okay." Fu Qu reluctantly agreed.
After Ji Mao left, Shen Lianqing wandered around the village bored all day, just as he expected.
She has an outstanding color, wears light-colored clothes, and has a tall and curvy figure. She attracts the attention of many people from the beginning to the end of the village.
The women even talked a lot, saying that she was more beautiful than before, it must be because her husband died. They called her the black widow, she had the beauty of a dead man!
Shen Lianqing also had a very vicious mouth. She would scold him ten times if someone said something to her. If the scolding wasn't enough, they would even chase her to her home to scold them.
The destructive power is even more incredible. If anyone makes her unhappy, she can break a thick wooden stick into two pieces with one punch.
Everyone has been avoiding her recently. Shen Lianqing can't find anyone to scold her, and because she is too "excellent", no women of the same age can be friends with her.
She had no choice but to go back unhappy. When Fu Qu was cooking in the evening, he saw her looking tired. He brought the food in front of her and slowly moved his chopsticks without paying any attention to her.
Shen Lianqing took two mouthfuls of rice and kept staring at him. Seeing that he didn't respond, she couldn't help but ask, "Boy Fu, why don't you ask me why I'm unhappy?"
"Why is sister-in-law unhappy?" Fu Qu asked as he picked up the vegetables, his tone gentle and mixed with appropriate surprise.
He looked intently at the food in front of him. The orange light from the candlelight on the side fell on the side of his face, reflecting the perfect outline. He didn't look at Shen Lianqing at all, but Shen Lianqing didn't hear his perfunctory words.
Someone was listening and she suddenly started chatting, talking a lot. Fu Qu nodded from time to time, and when she had said enough, he picked up his bowl and chopsticks, "Sister-in-law Ji, I've finished eating. You eat slowly."
ah?
Shen Lianqing watched his figure disappear at the door.
She looked at the deserted door and then at the bowl on the table, her eyes widened, and she said why the male protagonist was so talkative today and still listened to her.
I see!
Is she thinking of chasing him out and scolding him?
But people are like iron rice and steel...
She looked at the chicken drumsticks that Fu Qu had specially left on the table and endured it. She would scold him later! She is hungry.
After finishing the meal, I glanced around the courtyard and saw no one in sight.
Damn it, he even went out of his way.
Shen Lianqing had no choice but to start washing dishes for the first time here.
The yard is wide, and the dishes are washed in a well next to the persimmon tree. The ancient bowls are wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and are trumpet-shaped. The glaze on the surface is relatively delicate and printed with blue patterns.
The clear white moonlight poured into the courtyard, as bright as day.
Shen Lianqing couldn't help but take a closer look at the pattern on the bowl. It was a unique blue color with slender orchid petals and white edges on the edges of the orchid petals.
This bowl seems to be better than hers...
"Sister-in-law, haven't you finished washing the dishes yet?"
Fu Qu's voice came from behind. Shen Lianqing was startled. Her hand shook and the bowl fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. She subconsciously reached out to pick it up and got a cut on her fingertips.
Blood drips.
Shen Lianqing gritted her teeth in pain. She raised her head angrily, only to see Fu Qu coming back from outside wearing a wide robe and white clothes with wet hair. His eyebrows were picturesque and his figure was elegant. He looked like an immortal under the melting moonlight.
