Yu Wu

Chapter 139 Broken

Gu Mang frowned involuntarily, and carefully observed the spirit tablet several times.

The handwriting is neat, the cut wood is meticulous, and the placement is reasonable.

Everything is normal.But he just felt uncomfortable, and the more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he became.

When he scrutinized him for the fifth time, Gu Mang's mind suddenly brightened, and his heart thumped!He knew there was something wrong with this spirit card!

It's dust.

This finely carved spirit tablet is covered with a thin layer of dust, it looks as if no one has taken care of it for a long time.

But normal people worship tablets, shouldn't they wipe them off from time to time...

Gu Mang stared blankly, but at this moment, there was a slight movement of bamboo curtains swinging at the door, and a soft and gentle voice sounded behind him with a smile: "What are you looking at?"

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Gu Mang's back. He turned his head suddenly, and for some reason, there was a strong rush in his heart, and he panicked violently.He held up the thing in his hand and said, "I...I take the nine-color thread."

Jiang Yexue sat at the door and didn't come in. She looked at him with a smile against the light: "Is it so hard to find the nine-color line? Is it because I put it in a bad position?"

Gu Mang calmed down a little at this time. In fact, what he discovered was not anything extraordinary, but something strange. He didn't know why he suddenly felt such a creepy feeling just now.Probably Jiang Yexue suddenly spoke behind him, scaring him.

Gu Mang said: "That's not it... I just saw my sister-in-law's spirit card... I wanted to pay my respects..."

Jiang Yexue stared at him peacefully for a while with eyes like the catkins falling in the spring river, and then said softly, "Thank you very much. If Jin'er's spirit in the sky can know that you have this kind of heart, you will be very happy."

Gu Mang licked his lips and didn't speak again.

From Jiang Yexue's address, one can hear his affection for his deceased wife, which is not surprising, Jiang Yexue is notoriously soft on the outside but strong on the inside, and he always likes to admit death.He insisted on marrying Qin Mujin back then, and after Miss Qin passed away many years later, Jiang Yexue no longer had any intention of remarrying. Presumably he believed that a person is a lifetime thing.

It's just such affection, coupled with the dust accumulation of the spirit card that I just discovered...it's really weird...

Probably because Jiang Yexue was too busy recently, so she neglected it.

"Xiao Lan'er has wrapped a rice dumpling outside, just waiting for your silk thread, if you want to catch up with Jin'er, she will be in a hurry." Jiang Yexue lifted the bamboo curtain with her hand, smiling Said, "Come out."

"……it is good."

As soon as reed leaves and glutinous rice got started, they showed what is meant by "a horned millet can't beat a hero".Xiao Lan'er likes to help her father with things on weekdays, she is clever and handy, and the package is the fastest.Jiang Yexue and Gu Mang were two people, one was a craftsman, and the other was a slave in Wangshu Mansion when they were young. Although the rice dumplings they made were not comparable to Xiao Lan'er, they were still passable.

Yue Chenqing is more funny, he has a greedy appetite, a small long square pillow dumpling, he stuffed eight kinds of fillings, ginkgo, fresh meat, ham, chestnuts, egg yolk, kidney beans, chicken, peanuts, stuffed into it one after another. Got bulging.Jiang Yexue smiled when she saw it, and said, "You will definitely fall away."

"No! These are called eight-treasure rice dumplings, and the Yue Mansion makes them every year."

"Eight-treasure zongzi can only be made by a cook." Jiang Yexue persuaded patiently, "If you are a beginner, making sweet rice dumplings with white glutinous rice is the best."

"I'll try it, who knows if I don't try it."

In the end, after four or five times of tying, the leaves of the zongzi were either broken or the meat fell off. Finally, it was tied up with great difficulty, but it turned out to be a fat zongzi with rice leaking from all four corners.

"Brother Yue is too greedy." Xiao Lan'er said crisply.Everyone laughed, Yue Chenqing lifted his pillow bag in distress, and rubbed his nose embarrassingly.

The water boiled, and they hurriedly put the first batch of zongzi into the pot to cook.Cooking zongzi pays attention to a certain degree of heat, not stewing over high fire, only simmering over low heat.

During the waiting period in the middle, they wrapped the remaining rice and leaves into all kinds of zongzi. In addition to pillow zongzi, they also wrapped ox horn millet, beauty zongzi... and even made some of the most delicious rice dumplings. Traditional bamboo dumplings.But this is a tedious job, and Yue Chenqing gets a little bored after wrapping it up.

He couldn't help stretching his head to look: "When are those in the pot cooked?"

Jiang Yexue smiled and said, "It's still early. Can't you sit still?"

"...not at all."

"You make a nine-zizi rice dumpling, and bring it back to my uncle to have a taste."

Yue Chenqing was very excited when he heard it at first, and his eyes lit up, but after a while, he became discouraged again: "My fourth uncle and my father are arguing, and he doesn't want to talk to anyone he sees recently. Let's forget it."

"Arguing again?" Jiang Yexue murmured, "He has such a temper..."

Shaking his head, he stopped talking.

The remaining zongzi were wrapped soon, and there were many more besides what I ate.Jiang Yexue said: "Why don't you give it to the neighbors in the neighborhood, there are many elders who are lonely and widowed here, most of their children died in the years of war with the Liao Kingdom, the old people are inconvenient, and they don't know how to take care of themselves during the New Year. Since you have made too much, let them taste some too."

Yue Chenqing said: "Brother, you are really kind."

Xiao Lan'er timidly said: "Sir, I want to go too, can I go with Brother Yue?"

Jiang Yexue then took two bamboo baskets and stuffed them with a clean cloth.He was careful and chose small rice dumplings with vegetarian fillings, which were easier for the elderly to eat.

"These are just made by Xiao Lan'er, the ones filled with honey beans and white glutinous rice, these are just made by me." Jiang Yexue carefully arranged the zongzi while choosing.His fair and long fingers stopped for a moment in front of a pile of horrible long rice dumplings, and finally moved away. He coughed a few times in embarrassment.

"Chenqing, yours...and Mr. Xihe's are well packaged, but a little...not suitable for giving away. I won't let them go."

Yue Chenqing: "..."

Mo Xi: "..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and picked out a few Gu Mang bags.Who would have thought that Gu Mang took it out just as soon as it was put into the basket.

"Don't put mine in either." Gu Mang said with a smile, "Keep it for us to eat, so we won't make a fool of ourselves."

Jiang Yexue was taken aback.Gu Mang wrapped the zongzi tightly and beautifully, how could there be such a thing as a show of ugliness?

He couldn't figure it out, but Mo Xi immediately realized that Gu Mang felt guilty, and worried that among those who lost their loved ones, some of them were killed by himself.

No matter what the reason was, Gu Mang was always feeling uneasy about the blood he had stained.

Mo Xi was silent for a moment, then walked up to Jiang Yexue with a long leg, and took the bamboo basket from him: "Gu Mang and I also go for a run, there are a lot of zongzi to give away."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Gu Mang's wrist indifferently: "Let's go."

Gu Mang: "Huh? Wait—wait—"

Where does Mo Xi listen to him? This man is strong, stubborn, and stuffy like a sawn gourd. A silver-rimmed mask is worn on the face.

"What do you have to do with me?"

Mo Xi: "..."

The area where Jiang Yexue Courtyard is located is mostly old houses and narrow alleys, with twists and turns and deep alleys.He put the zongzi into the Qiankun bag, and then dragged Gu Mang out for several streets. He didn't care what Gu Mang said along the way, even if he didn't let go, he didn't say a word.

He didn't let go of Gu Mang until he was far away from Jiang's house and there was no one in the alley.Before Gu Mang left, he propped his arms on the blue brick wall in the narrow alley as expected, and looked down at him.

"I'll tell you again."

Gu Mang's blue eyes rolled anxiously: "What are you talking about?"

"There are people like this in Chonghua, not because of you, but because of Liaoguo. You have done all the letters you can report and the killings you can avoid over the years." Mo Xi said, grabbing Gu Mang's hand, because He felt Gu Mang's fingertips moving lightly in his palm, so he held it tighter and intertwined with his fingers.

"Don't feel like you have blood on your hands anymore, okay?"

He said, holding Gu Mang's hand, and kissed lightly on the back of his hand.Gu Mang's tense back slowed down joint by joint under his lingering eyes cast through the long eyelashes.

Gu Mang licked his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't seem to know what to say, so he could only say, "But I—"

"Nothing but you."

"but--"

"No buts."

"I--"

Mo Xi finally sighed and covered his mouth.Mo Xi looked down at him with distressed and helpless eyes, as well as the sadness that he thought he had hidden well.

Mo Xi said softly, "You are the best, you have always been."

Gu Mang blinked his blue eyes, then shook his head.

"..." Mo Xi raised his other hand and pressed it to the top of his hair, forcing him to nod.

Gu Mang was angry and funny, but some green and sour juice gurgled out of that dilapidated old heart, and spread along the blood flow to the bones.Then he licked Mo Xi's palm.

Mo Xi was caught off guard, and instinctively let go of his hand, Gu Mang turned his back on the guest, and instead jumped up and pressed Mo Xi against the wall—it was just that Mo Xi was too taller than him, and Mo Xi supported his arm against the wall At this time, the momentum and posture are very correct.But once it was turned upside down, Gu Mang looked at him with his head slightly raised, and he was a little weaker in height first.

From this point of view, it doesn't look like suppression, but rather...

behave in a spoiled manner.

The corners of Gu Mang's mouth twitched because of this terrible association of his own, but when he saw Mo Xi being pressed down, his expression remained unchanged, his eyes squinted and he seemed to be silently asking him "what are you going to do", he couldn't help but He was very angry and felt that it would be impossible not to deal with him.So he simply jumped up and hit him with a masked iron head.

There was a muffled "boom".

Gu Mang was proud: "How is it? Does it hurt?"

Mo Xi: "..."

"It's right if it hurts, your elder brother Gu Mang will teach you today what it means to be respectful among elders and younger brothers."

Responding to him was Mo Xi who restrained him and pulled him heavily into his arms.Then the other big hand pinched his silver-edged mask, took off the mask and pushed it to the forehead.

What was exposed behind the mask was the once soft and bright face, now delicate and pale.She has slender and gentle eyes, a smooth jaw, a delicately curved nose bridge, and berry-like sweet and ruddy lips.Under the overly long soft eyelashes are hidden blue eyes that are deeper than rivers and lakes.

Mo Xi's calloused thumb lightly rubbed against Gu Mang's lips, he turned his face sideways, his eyes slowly moved up from his lips, and then bathed in the two deep blue pools.

"Well. Taught."

"..."

"Brother, please teach me more."

As he said, he leaned over and kissed——

But at this moment, he suddenly heard whirling noises around the corner, Mo Xi is such a sensitive person, he immediately raised his hand and lowered Gu Mang's cover, covering himself in his arms, and said sharply, "Who? !"

A little monk dressed as a northern army moved tremblingly out of the corner. He had obviously just returned home from grocery shopping, holding a basket of juicy greens and radishes in his arms, as well as a bundle of cattail leaves.At this time, his face turned pale with fright, he turned around tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "Foot, back, back... Stepfather is good!"