Southerners

47 Papaya 3

The three pairs of eyes looked over at the same time, only to see a piece of green and clear water green on the sawn cut surface, which is really eye-catching.

None of the three present were ignorant, so they could all tell that the texture was fine, pure and flawless, the color was pure and bright, rich and even, and it was lush and green, absolutely the best.

Song Zhi looked at the piece of water green with both surprise and joy, never expecting that such a radiant jadeite could be cut out of such a seemingly ordinary stone.

Minden smiled slightly, and continued to cut the jade out of it.

Song Zhi watched so intently that she completely forgot about the passage of time.

When Minden put down the bow saw in his hand, he turned his head and took out another tool. This step is called grinding stone, which is to polish and polish the cut jade to fully display it.

"Congratulations, young master, happy to get the gem!"

After finishing all the work, Minden picked up the fist-sized jade with both hands and presented it to Meng Huan.

Meng Huan took it and played with it in his hand for a while, seeing that it was green and translucent without any blemish, he was also happy in his heart, and immediately called Qinuo.

"Take Minden down, reward."

Zeno took orders and went.

Meng Huan handed the jade to Song Zhi: "Look, do you like it?"

Song Zhi was amazed, and enjoyed it for a while, thinking about it and feeling a little embarrassed, she handed it back to Meng Huan fondly, and said, "Master, this gift is too expensive, I can't bear it."

"There's nothing you can't bear." Meng Huan saw that the person clearly liked him so much, and he still reluctantly gave it back to himself, a little funny, "I gave it to you, you just keep it."

Song Zhi really liked it, hesitated for a while, and finally accepted it happily: "Thank you, young master, I like it very much!"

When Song Zhi said this, she suddenly remembered that on the nineteenth day of the first lunar month, when Meng Huan took Sa Lan to the temple fair, like a nouveau riche, Sa Lan would buy whatever she liked and give it all to Sa Lan. Sa Lan also said like him Thank you, master.

After the day Sa Lan passed by, she really never showed up in Meng's residence again. Song Zhi never asked Meng Huan how to deal with her, and Meng Huan was unwilling to tell him these things, so the matter was exposed.

"What are you thinking?" Meng Huan asked.

When Song Zhi told the truth, Meng Huan immediately laughed and said, "Those little gadgets sold by peddlers at temple fairs are not worthy of you."

"Send it to you, of course it will be delivered well."

Meng Huan has not given Song Zhi a few things so far, but they are all very good, one is the silver fox dahu from last year, and the other is this piece of jade.

"Think about what to do?" Meng Huan said.

"I don't know." Song Zhi thought about it, and felt that whatever she did would ruin this fine piece of jade.

"Think slowly, don't worry, let me know when you think about it, and I'll let the craftsman do it for you."

Song Zhi nodded: "Thank you, young master."

Meng Huan said with a smile: "How many times have you said thank you, but you have no actual actions, you are not sincere!"

Song Zhi blinked, and seeing Meng Huan's malicious expression, she knew that he was not thinking about any serious business, so she immediately avoided it with a smile: "It's not a gentleman to repay favors."

"I'm not a gentleman, I'm a villain."

"That doesn't work either." Song Zhi put the piece of jade back on Meng Huan's table, and said, "I'll store it with you first, and I'll tell you what to do with it. You can't guard against it and steal it."

Meng Huan agreed with a smile, knowing that Song Zhi was wary of outsiders and didn't want to let others know that he had brought him a gift.

"The young master came back last night. He must have not had a good rest. Take advantage of the fact that you have nothing to do, so hurry up and rest."

"Young master must have lost his calligraphy in the first half year of his expedition. After recovering from his injuries, he has to make up for it and continue to learn painting." Mr. Song is very dedicated.

Hearing that he was going to continue to study painting, Meng Huan's face froze. God knows why he dug such a huge hole for himself in the first place.

Meng Huan was also tired at first, but after seeing Song Zhi, he was full of energy. Hearing Song Zhi said that he wanted to rest, he felt tired again belatedly, and nodded: "Don't run around."

Song Zhi said "hmm", looked at Meng Huan, turned around to go out, but the moment she pushed the door open, she looked back again, and Meng Huan was still standing there, looking at him motionless.

Song Zhi smiled lightly, lowered her head, opened the door and walked out.

Meng Huan was in a good mood, and ordered Qinuo to clean up the gravel on the table, put the jade into the cabinet, locked it carefully, and then lay down on the bed to rest.

Not long after Song Zhi came out of Meng Huan's room, she ran into Duo'ershi. Duo'ershi casually glanced at him, wished him a blessing, and asked:

"What about the young master?"

"Master fell asleep." Song Zhi said.

Duo'er looked Song Zhi up and down, saw that his clothes were neatly dressed, except that he looked in a better mood, there was nothing unusual, nodded, and said: "Mr. is a scholar, who teaches the young master to practice calligraphy and painting, and takes care of the young master's daily life, etc. , just leave it to me, don’t bother Mr. to condescend.”

"What?" Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, she was either ashamed or annoyed, and argued, "Miss misunderstood, the young master asked me to go, but I just had something to say, and I came out before the young master rested."

Duo'er said "Oh?", which somehow made Song Zhi feel a little uncomfortable.

"So that's the case, it was Duo'er who was reckless, sir, forgive me." After Duo'er finished speaking, she took her close girl and left.

Song Zhi stared at her back for a while, and gritted her teeth, but she couldn't blame others, only herself, for doing something that was out of character and out of the rules.

But now Song Zhi really behaved like before, following the rules and alienating Meng Huan, and Song Zhi couldn't do it anymore.

Temporarily suppressing the displeasure caused by Duoer's loss, Song Zhi cheered up and went back to her room. Seeing Lian'er who was cleaning at the door, Song Zhi called out: "Lian'er!"

"Sir!" Lian Er said happily, "Sir, are you coming back to live?" Meng Huan is back, so Song Zhi should naturally come back.

Song Zhi smiled slightly, and nodded a little embarrassedly: "I'm going back to live in the mansion, but right now I have to go home and explain."

Lian'er nodded heavily: "Yes! Just go, sir!"

Lian Er was careful. Seeing that Song Zhi seemed to be in a low mood, she asked softly, "What's the matter, sir? The young master is back, is the master unhappy?"

Song Zhi told about Duo'er's loss, and defended herself not confidently: "The relationship between me and the young master...is not what she thought." Duo'er lost her mind because she regarded him as a husband-in-law. .

Lian'er comforted in a warm voice: "Sir, why should you lose common sense with Duo'er, she is a woman who is only greedy for glory, but she is just jealous that you are appreciated by the young master. There is a mutual friendship between the two, so what are other people doing?" Qualified to talk nonsense?"

Song Zhi was slightly relieved after hearing this, but when she heard the words "two hearts intersect", she gave Lian Er another look: "I know why you were pushed out by her!"

Lian Er said: "This servant is telling the truth, she is greedy for glory."

"I won't tell you anymore, I'm leaving." Song Zhi stepped up and planned to leave, paused, then turned around and said, "The young master is resting, and he probably won't wake up for a while, if he wakes up to look for me, I haven't When you come back, tell the young master that I'm back to Xingshun Hutong."

Lian'er covered her lips with a smile and replied: "Understood, sir, go and come back quickly, otherwise the young master will not be happy not to see you, and we slaves are the ones who are unlucky."

Song Zhi glared at her: "You are the only one who is clever!"

Looking at Song Zhi's leaving back, Lian Er thought to herself: It seems that the young master is not far away from fulfilling his wishes.

In turn, she was a little worried for Song Zhi. She still remembered what Song Zhi said at the beginning. Now that she has been with Song Zhi for a long time, she naturally has feelings for her.

Hurrying back to Xingshun Hutong, Song Zhi told Xiu Niang that the customer had returned to Beijing and told him to go to the mansion in the future.

Song Zhi had lived in Xingshun Hutong for four or five months, and now that she suddenly had to leave, Xiuniang was naturally very reluctant, so she took tens of pennies to the city to buy good meat and vegetables, all cooked for Song Zhi'ai to eat, what? Glutinous rice cakes, Baiwei soup and the like.

When Bai Man'er heard that Brother Lan was leaving, she looked at her eagerly, her eyes flickering, her lips pouted, and she looked like she was about to cry. Taking out a handful of lion candies from his pocket, Bai Man'er smiled through his tears.

It was Shen's time when Song Zhi returned to the Meng Mansion, and before Meng Huan woke up, Song Zhi went to the painting and calligraphy shop again, and formally thanked the boss for his care over the past few days.

The boss knew that Song Zhi was not an ordinary person, so he greeted him with a smile, and said "should" and "dare not". Song Zhi suddenly felt uninterested, so she turned around and went to Qi Luqian's house, explaining her situation, And thank him for his care.

Qi Luqian then seized the opportunity and asked Song Zhi how he got to Meng's mansion. Song Zhijian roughly said that Qi Luqian nodded thoughtfully based on what he saw on Lushi Mountain that day, and the two paid their respects. After the farewell, Song Zhi returned to the mansion.

At night, Song Zhi was lying on the bed, still feeling a little unreal, everything was like a dream, Meng Huan returned to Beijing ahead of schedule, and came to find him specially, and gave him a very beautiful jade.Song Zhi looked at the stars in the night outside the window, and thought of the sky lanterns flying all over the sky on Qixi Festival, she said to herself, "I don't envy them at all."

In the early morning of the next day, Song Zhi woke up early in the morning, and found herself in the Meng Mansion. Thinking back to yesterday's situation, she was still a little excited.After breakfast, he rushed to the backyard, where Meng Huan used to practice martial arts, and he saw Meng Huan there.

In autumn and July, the hibiscus flowers in the courtyard bloom, either pink, white or purple, with single petals and double petals. They bloom along the courtyard wall, and the morning dew hangs on the petals, making them even more charming.

Song Zhi watched for a while, and although Meng Huan's left hand was injured, it didn't hinder his moves, flowing like clouds and flowing water, as fierce as the wind, and mighty as tigers and tigers, it seemed that every move and every move could shake the hibiscus flowers by the wall, which was quite impressive. The meaning of "striking with a long sword, screaming loudly, flying to the stars" has always been a man with spirit in his chest, Song Zhi couldn't help being fascinated, and praised "Okay!"

Hearing the sound, Meng Huan looked back at him, raised his lips and smiled, and threw the long|spear in his hand, and the long|spear flew towards Song Zhifei, galloping like lightning.But Meng Huan's movements were even faster, he stepped on the ground with his back foot, exerted his strength suddenly, rushed over like an arrow off the string, held the spear in mid-air, did a somersault, and landed in front of Song Zhi's body, his clothes were flying, and his long hair was flying. hair fluttering.

Meng Huan squatted on the ground, eyebrows like swords, eyes like cold stars, raised his head, and smiled at Song Zhi.

He played so handsomely.

Song Zhi was almost dumbfounded.

Meng Huan stood up, patted the skirt of his clothes lightly, and said with a smile, "Is it great?"

Song Zhi praised sincerely: "Amazing!"

Meng Huan took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Song Zhi. Song Zhi's face was full of excitement, and there seemed to be light in her dark eyes. Meng Huan leaned slightly, and Song Zhi quietly hid back.

"Hide what?" Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi laughed teasingly: "Then what are you doing here?"

Meng Huan held the gun in his right hand, and his left hand was wrapped into a pig's trotter. At this moment, he had no hand to restrain Song Zhi who was smiling wickedly, so he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

"Want to learn?" Meng Huan asked suddenly.

Song Zhi was stunned: "Huh?"

Meng Huan: "May I ask you, do you want to learn?"

Song Zhi: "Do you teach?"

There was a smile in Meng Huan's eyes, and he nodded: "I will teach."

Song Zhi thought it was cool and wanted to learn, but hesitated: "Isn't it too late to learn now?" After all, he was eighteen. Although he was young, his muscles and bones had already grown. It was indeed too late for learning martial arts.

"It's not too late to learn some basics, to strengthen your body, and learn some moves to defend yourself," Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi: "Oh." So it can't be so cool.

Meng Huan couldn't help laughing: "What are you thinking? If you want to become like me, you have to practice for at least 20 years. If you are willing to practice, I don't want you to work so hard."

Song Zhi smiled a little embarrassedly, and nodded: "Practice."

Meng Huan dug himself a pit for Chinese painting, but Song Zhi never expected that with a single word, he also dug himself a pit for practicing martial arts.

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Note: The sentence "Long Sword Strike" is taken from He Chengtian's "War City South" (Northern and Southern Dynasties).