Kunning

Xie Wei also had nothing to do with her, a little helplessness added to his voice.

It was in a fit of anger before.

But after these two days of calmness and calmness, Jiang Boyou and Yan Lin's pleading and entrustment from the beginning came to mind again, and he had promised to treat a little girl who was not in her teens just because of such a trivial matter as the cat. It was too much to speak harshly and hurt her face.

Not to mention that he was the first to be arbitrary.

Some petty girls have to be coaxed, maybe they want to be soft and not hard?

Xie Wei looked at her expression.

But she looked up at him in surprise, as if she couldn't believe that such words would come out of his mouth, but it was only the moment of emotion that leaked out, and the next moment, she put it all in, bowed her head and said: "Mister's words are serious, and students dare not be angry with him."

Jiang Xuening didn't want to deal with Xie Wei in the first place, the impression he left on her in her previous life was too bad, and she had more accidental contact in this life, which was beyond her control.

Reason told her that the farther away the better.

She went back last night and thought about it, even though Xie Wei threw away "Women's Commandments", she was indeed not the same as other gentlemen, and she also wanted to defend herself that she didn't listen to Zhang Chong's lecture for no reason, but she calmed down and thought, misunderstanding is not a bad thing.

To save Xie Wei from taking her by his side to watch.

Just be angry, be angry.

So she still put on an attitude of rejecting others thousands of miles away, turned around and hugged Qin from the table next to Xie Wei, wanting to say goodbye and leave.

The young girl's figure was like a young willow branch, slender and soft, she was wearing a light purple fairy skirt, the hanging skirt swayed gently with her footsteps, and there was a bit of natural elegance in her posture.

It is very different from when I went to Beijing.

Logically speaking, Xie Wei shouldn't have thought of it; but at this moment, the gesture of her holding the piano, strangely overlapped with the indelible scene in his memory.

The moon is bright in the deep mountains, and the grass is overgrown.

The mandrill's night horn could be faintly heard from the dark and ghostly tree shadows, and the rotten smell of the leaves accumulated on the soil over the years was mixed with the smell of the surrounding vegetation.

He had a terrible fever and was very sick.

Leaning against those few rocks, I almost fell asleep.

But at this time, the sound of deep footsteps and shallow footsteps came slowly, accompanied by a hoarse voice hidden in excitement and excitement: "The village! There is a village after turning the two mountains in front of you." ! I ran to the front to see the smoke!"

Xie Wei didn't want to open his eyes.

But the footsteps came to him, and the voice also came to him, someone shook him vigorously: "We will go out soon, wake up, wake up, don't fall asleep!"

Xie Wei felt that she was noisy again.

However, when the little girl saw that he was not awake, she became terrified and choked up timidly, with a cry in her voice: "Don't sleep, Wanniang said that you will not be able to wake up if you die. What should I do if you die? Afraid of death..."

Xie Wei also thought that she might be worried about him, but he didn't expect that he was afraid of his death to frighten her.

At that time, I thought, she is not afraid of running away from mountain bandits, she is not afraid of running in the wilderness mandrill at night, she is not afraid of being in danger and difficult to escape, what is there to be afraid of a mere dead person?

The dead are the best people in the world.

Neither hide a knife in a smile, nor conspire.

But hearing her cry really, and crying more and more miserably, he finally slowly opened his eyelids, but the **** smell that he had swallowed before shot up in his burning throat, and it was difficult to say a word.

The little girl's eyes were wide open, and there were still traces of tears.

Seeing that he was not dead, he became happy after being stunned: "It's good that he's not dead, it's not scary if he's not dead."

Although he was not prominent at that time, he was obviously a young and famous Tanhua and ranked first, working for the imperial court; secretly, he had many arrangements and plans in Jinling, backed by the Tianjiao.

No matter which side it is, it is not a small role.

In the mouth of this little girl, not dying is the biggest effect...

Xie Wei couldn't help coughing.

However, Jiang Xuening glanced at the mountains and said, "I can't find anything to eat, and I can't see your injuries and illnesses anymore. There are traps set by hunters on the mountain. There must be hunters in the village. If there are hunters, there are people there." Can see a doctor and treat injuries. Let’s go now, and we will be able to reach the village at dawn.”

She came forward to help him.

The fifteen-year-old girl's shoulders were thin and thin, and Xie Wei felt that if he accidentally leaned over, he could crush her.

The qin landed on the other end of the rock.

He stood up staggeringly, turned his eyes to take a look, and despite the severe pain in his throat, he stretched out his hand and said with difficulty: "Qin..."

The girl looked at him angrily: "It's already very difficult for me to save you, I can't bring Qin!"

Xie Wei didn't listen, bent over to pick up the piano.

The girl seemed to be finally angry, she took a step forward and hugged Qin, then stepped back a few steps, pursing her lips tightly, probably the dissatisfaction accumulated all the way finally exploded, she turned around and took the piece of paper without hesitation. Qin smashed on the rocks!

"Zheng—"

The sound of strings breaking came immediately accompanied by the cracking sound of the piano body!

A good piano was broken on the rock.

He could hardly believe what she had done.

But the girl looked back at him awe-inspiringly and said: "People who are going to die still think about useless things, people like you don't deserve to live!"

The frosty moon that night was bright and clear, shining on her like a layer of snow.

Xie Wei crawled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. It took more than 20 years of hard work to survive, but it was the first time someone smashed his piano and scolded him as "not worthy of living".

It's unprecedented.

Later, when they really arrived at the village, they met the police sent by Jiang Boyou to look for them, and they were able to escape from danger.

It's just that the battle for the throne in Beijing is raging, and the government and the opposition are at war. He has been working in secret and even has little time to rest.

After Shen Lang's ascension to the throne and the overall situation settled, he finally had leisure.

One day, he visited Jiang's mansion.

But when passing through the corridor, I saw the little girl who had already changed into brocade clothes kick a little girl who was not much older than her to the flower stand, with a cunning and mean expression, and even a bit of paranoid malice...

It was very strange.

Xie Wei couldn't help thinking about all the things that happened on the secret journey to Beijing that day, but the more he thought about it, the more distant he felt, and it seemed like a dream, making people wonder whether those things really happened.

He once mentioned a few words to Jiang Boyou, but Jiang Boyou was ashamed of this prostitute who had suffered so much in exile, so it was not easy to strictly restrain her.

Not to mention that she later caught up with Yan Lin.

The young man is young and energetic and doesn't know how to restrain himself, let alone the truth of going too far, so he just wants to let her be domineering. The prosperity in the middle of the capital eventually harms people, and gradually wears away the shadow and character of the past.

Xie Wei seldom thought of those things anymore.

Only very occasionally do they pop up inadvertently.

But there will not be too deep feelings.

The girl at that time and the girl later seemed to be two different people.

He thought, whether it was Jiang Boyou's entrustment or Yan Lin's request, he could refuse.

But why would you agree?

Perhaps to teach her? Sometimes people will inevitably go astray, but if someone can tell her what is good and how to be good, it may not be impossible to get back on the right path and regain her original heart.

It's just that after this period of contact, what he saw and heard with his own eyes, Xie Wei felt that this little girl still had a kind heart, and although her temperament was still a little bit bad, she was much better than in previous years.

It's a bit confusing.

He didn't know if it was Yan Lin who taught her as Jiang Boyou said; he also didn't know if she had grown up and understood things. But it wasn't as bad as he thought.

The brocade handkerchief soaked in water under the fingertips was slightly cool.

Xie Wei withdrew his hand, seeing her turn around to leave, he softened his heart, said: "Forget it, I misunderstood you first without asking why, you should be angry with me."

This is, admit your mistake?

Jiang Xuening was stunned, she opened her eyes slightly and looked back at him.

Xie Wei smiled at her, his eyes were dark, but there were few stars: "Besides, I should owe you."

I should owe you.

This sentence is very light to say, but it has a heavy weight when it falls.

Jiang Xuening was oppressed by his words, and only thought of the piles, piles, and pieces of the past life, and felt that it was absurd and sad: You owe me more than you owe me. Too much.

She wanted to say goodbye and leave.

But at this moment, her footsteps seemed to be fixed on the ground, and it was difficult to move: the Xie Wei in front of her really subverted her perception of this person...

He is a devil in the skin of a saint, a Rakshasa who came to collect debts in the Hall of Yama.

Even though everyone said that he was gentle and gentle, a gentleman, she didn't believe a word.

But at this moment, he looked at her gently and confessed his mistake to her.

Is she crazy, or is the world crazy?

or-

Is it because she has never known the real Xie Wei?

Xie Wei thought she was talking for him, so he got up and walked over, took his piano off the wall, and explained to her: "I didn't know what Zhang Chongzhi, the editor-in-chief of the National History Museum, did, so I preconceived it." , I thought you were stubborn and ignorant, and didn’t think about making progress. Only after I read the book yesterday did I know that he was arbitrarily arguing. I know you don’t like it, and I also know that this person is obedient and obedient, so he will not enter Fengchen Palace and give lectures from now on.”

Jiang Xuening subconsciously said: "He doesn't teach anymore?"

Xie Wei lowered his eyes, and said indifferently: "Zhang Chong is already old, and his ability to compile history is no longer what he wants. Let him give lectures to His Royal Highness the Princess, it is really embarrassing for him."

This is really too cryptic and euphemistic, if Jiang Xuening is still a foolish and ignorant girl, she might think that Zhang Zhong is tired of them and doesn't want to teach them to read!

But the day before yesterday Zhang Zhong got angry and said harsh words to her.

Xie Wei threw away his book yesterday, and now he said lightly that this person would not come, and he knew that Zhang had offended him, so it's not a good thing!

but…

A little happy?

It would be very kind of the old man not to teach them!

Jiang Xuening bit her lip, feeling that she had already made up her mind to draw a clear line with Xie Wei, but at this moment her lips still curved in an irrepressible arc.

Xie Wei looked at her patiently: "This time I admitted my mistake, Zhang Zhong didn't come here, and I blamed you wrongly, you also hugged the cat to scare me, it should be considered even, and you should calm down Bar?"

That's what it sounds like...

But Jiang Xuening only felt that this person was talking like coaxing a child, and she frowned, trying to save face: "I don't have one."

Xie Wei saw that she was stubborn, but also knew that little girls always want face, Qingjuan raised his long eyebrows, so he didn't try to expose it, thinking that he finally turned the fight into jade, so he relaxed a little.

He just said: "It's just that what I said to you at that time was not a joke, some things don't mess around in front of me..."

As he spoke, he turned around and picked up the pot on the table to pour himself half a cup of tea.

What he said was that he was not afraid of cats, but hated and even hated that thing.

It's just that Jiang Xuening always felt very strange.

Her eyes flickered slightly.

Xie Wei just took a sip of tea at this time, and was just about to say that he would bring his zither and go back to the main hall of Fengchen Hall.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden sound from behind——

"Meow."

Trembling and chills instantly climbed up!

With a shake of his hand, the teacup almost fell from his fingers, but the tea had already poured out and landed on the desk. Xie Wei's scalp really blew up, and he suddenly looked back.

But the hall is clean, where is the shadow of half a cat?

Jiang Xuening was the only one standing behind him, looking at him thoughtfully, then slowly raised the corners of his lips, as if he had discovered something interesting, raised his hand lightly, clenched it like a kitten's paw He nodded a little forward, tilted his head, and said with great interest: "Yes, Mr. Xie is not afraid of cats. But sometimes, hatred and fear don't seem to be easy to distinguish?"

Xie Wei turned cold.

But Jiang Xuening put down her hand in the next moment, and said briskly before he got angry: "Calm down now!"

"..."

Xie Wei gripped the celadon teacup and almost crushed it under the force.

After holding back, he said: "My temper is not as good as Miss Ning Er thought."

Jiang Xuening was stunned, lowered her eyes, it was really hard to describe the feeling in her heart, and when she raised her hand to look at Xie Wei, she smiled, but her eyes were a little more serious: "Mr. Xie's temper is very good."

Xie Wei smiled.

He threw down the teacup, wiped his hands with a brocade handkerchief, and said: "You are so playful and stubborn, who will be able to resist in the future?"

Jiang Xuening raised her eyebrows, but snorted: "You don't have to worry about that, sir."

Xie Wei thought about it too.

He stopped to look down at the water stains on the brocade handkerchief, laughed, and finally spared her, only hugged the Emei, and said, "This is not an example."