In the courtyard, the lotus in the center has withered, and the white clothes have just faded away.
The depressing autumn wind blew into the courtyard, causing waves of poverty and desolation.
After closing the door, Leng Qiuyue bowed to Qi Yan without saying a word.
"Thank you fellow Taoist for coming to the rescue."
Seeing this, Qi Yan hurriedly got Leng Qiuyue in and said hurriedly: "Sister-in-law, you must not do it. I am here to inquire about something important."
Leng Qiuyue just stood up and asked, "What's the matter with fellow Taoist?"
Seeing that business was being discussed, Qi Yan was no longer polite, so he said, "May I ask my sister-in-law, is the master of your house surnamed Zhong or Hui?"
"It's my deceased husband..."
Leng Qiuyue nodded slightly, but doubts arose in her heart. Could the other party ask such a question, not a friend of her deceased husband? But no matter how you look at the other person's appearance, he looks unfamiliar. He has never seen him before.
I had no choice but to ask politely again: "I don't know who you are?"
"oh..."
After Qi Yan confirmed it, he hurriedly said: "I am Qi Yan. I am from Wengcheng. My father's name is Qi Hui and my mother's name is Gu Wanqing. My sister-in-law's husband must have mentioned it before."
"Gu Wanqing... Wengcheng..."
Leng Qiu Meng reminded him, Rao thought of something, and suddenly realized: "That's right... My late husband had said it before, but because we had no contact for a long time, we stopped hearing from him."
"It seems like he must be fellow Taoist."
Qi Yan smiled slightly and nodded.
At this moment, a little girl came out of the wing and ran to Leng Qiuyue's side.
"Mother~"
The little girl shouted sweetly, while casting a curious look at Qi Yan.
"Tachibana, didn't mother tell you not to come out?"
Saying that, Leng Qiuyue hugged Zhong Juyou, then looked at him with loving eyes, and guided him: "Juyou, this is your Uncle Qi, please call Uncle Qi~"
Perhaps because the little girl was afraid of life, and the tragic change at home a month ago, the little girl couldn't help but become timid. She hid behind her mother's shoulder for a while, then poked her head out and weakly shouted: "Hello, Uncle Qi~"
"Hahahaha, okay, okay."
Qi Yan happily agreed.
Maybe after the passage of time, people from the clan can still be found. At this moment, Qi Yan was in a very happy mood. He even touched the storage bag and planned to seal a red envelope as a meeting gift.
But after rummaging through the storage bag, apart from the rent paid just now, there was only the "share money" presented by Old Man Zhong, which was a bit too big to give away.
Then he seemed to think of something again, and took out a rotating windmill made of wooden sticks from his storage bag...
The sawdust skin, as thin as paper pages, is slightly rolled and strung together. It is stared at a smooth wooden stick and rotates in the wind. It is very cute. When the sawdust skin rotates in the wind, it emits a refreshing fragrance. The taste is extremely intriguing.
Although such a thing has no practical use, the sample is novel and cute, so it is perfect as a greeting gift for a little girl.
Qi Yan looked at the little girl's surprised and cute eyes and couldn't help but smile. Then he stepped forward and handed it over, smiling: "This is called a rotating windmill. It's a little gift from Uncle Qi~"
"..."
However, when the little girl heard this, she just pursed her lips and muttered in aggrieved manner despite wanting it clearly: "Mother said, you can't take other people's things casually."
"But didn't you just call me Uncle Qi?"
"Right..."
"Then Uncle Qi is not someone else, right?"
Qi Yan smiled and said, "And this is something Uncle Qi gave you, so this thing doesn't belong to anyone else."
"ah..."
The little girl thought for a while but still couldn't find a way out, so she had to blink her big, round eyes and ask for help from her mother.
Leng Qiuyue pursed her lips and smiled. Seeing her daughter in such a posture, how could she not like her? She immediately smiled and said: "Xiaoju, this is a meeting gift from Uncle Qi to you. If you like it, just accept it."
"Yeah, yeah, I like..."
When Xiaoju saw her mother speaking again, she immediately put aside her timidity towards Qi Yan and held it in her hands to face the wind with the left and the right. While laughing, she did not forget to blow a few breaths to make it turn.
Very fond of it.
"Thank you Uncle Qi."
"You're welcome~"
Qi Yan responded cheerfully and blew a large puff of wind towards the windmill. As the windmill turned, he was reminded of his happy childhood in a daze.
Leng Qiuyue saw that her daughter was having a great time playing with him. In the familiar atmosphere, her daughter would exclaim from time to time. She didn't know what she was thinking of, and she was slightly absent-minded...
After coming back to her senses, a smile appeared on her pale cheeks, and she said, "Xiaoju again, are you just going to let your Uncle Qi play with you in the courtyard?"
"hold head high?"
The little girl was puzzled, looked at her mother, and asked, "Then where should Uncle Qi and I go to play?"
Leng Qiuyue smiled slightly, turned to Qi Yan and said, "Qi Yan, it's rare for you to come here, why don't you go in and sit down?"
The little girl finally reacted and said in surprise: "Yes, Uncle Qi is a guest. I should invite Uncle Qi to play in the house~"
"Tangerine is so good~" Leng Qiuyue heard this and touched her daughter's head happily, then looked at Qi Yan expectantly.
"this......"
Qi Yan looked confused and looked around subconsciously. After his expression calmed down, he said, "Sister-in-law, it's not appropriate for me to go in now, right?"
"What's inappropriate about this?"
Leng Qiuyue spoke excitedly: "Besides, it's all because of you that I can continue to live here."
But even in the face of Leng Qiuyue's persuasion, Qi Yan always felt that it was particularly inappropriate. Although the other party was somewhat related to him, these were extraordinary times, and there were differences between men and women. If outsiders knew about it, there would inevitably be some remarks... .
Leng Qiuyue seemed to see Qi Yan's concerns, frowned and asked immediately: "Are you worried about your reputation?"
"No no no..."
Qi Yan shook his head repeatedly and said sternly: "What kind of reputation do I, a grown man, want? I'm afraid that if word gets out, my sister-in-law's reputation will be bad..."
"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"
"..."
