Zhang Zhe found something missing on the way.
It's just that after he bumped into Jiang Xuening, he became distraught. He couldn't remember when he disappeared, and whether he was left on the way back or in the Linzi palace.
So go and return.
Jiang Xuening was no longer in the empty garden, and there was nothing in the pavilion, except for the messy cups and dishes left by the two attendants in the pavilion.
Seeing Zhang Zhe go and return, the attendant who was serving him had some impression of him. He stepped forward and bowed, and took the initiative to ask, "Master Zhang, what's the matter, but what happened?"
Zhang Zhe asked, "Have you ever seen a kit?"
The attendant was stunned: "Is it the silver pattern on the bottom of the mysterious bottom?"
Zhang Zhe said, "Have you seen it?"
The attendant waved his hands again and again, but his eyes became a little strange, and there was a bit of difficulty in his expression, he hesitated for a moment before swearing: "I saw it, but when I was young and I came here to clean up, I saw Jiang Shilang. The daughter of the family is standing here, holding a treasure bag, which is somewhat similar to what you are looking for. She looked at it... The younger ones didn't dare to go up and ask more."
"… "
Zhang Zhe stood in front of the steps, in a trance.
The waistband is missing the bag, and it's a little empty.
The attendant felt that the expression of the young court official in front of him, for a moment, overlapped with the Jiang Er girl he had seen before. It was a strange, swaying heaviness, like a mirror under the dark water. , making the refracted light appear dim.
After a long time, Zhang Zhe opened his mouth.
He asked, "Is Miss Jiang gone?"
The attendant nodded and said, "Yes, it seems that I have already returned to the residence with Lord Jiang."
Zhang Zhe closed his eyes slightly and was silent for a moment before saying "thank you".
The attendant was puzzled, but did not dare to ask more.
Bowing again, looking up, I saw the grown-up walking along the garden path to the outside. It was clear that the warm wind was intoxicating in the summer night, and when the back gradually disappeared at the end of the lights under the cascading corridor, it seemed to be walking in the cold autumn frost. inside.
The day before yesterday, it rained, which washed away the floating dust that shrouded the capital, and the pavement of the long street was also washed clean by the rain.
The sound of the chariots faded away.
So the sound of light footsteps stepping on the road became obvious, empty and deserted. Zhang Zhe seemed to think about everything in his mind, but also seemed to think about nothing.
The place where he lived was quite a distance from the residences of the princes and nobles. After passing this piece of land and gold, the height of the pavilions on both sides decreased, and there were sounds of laughter and hawking.
This morning, he accidentally knocked over the teapot at home, and his mother told him to remember to buy a new one when he came back.
Zhang Zhe went into the porcelain shop that was closed late, and chose a simple set of Xing kiln white porcelain tea sets, but listened to the shopkeeper of the porcelain shop accompanied a Yake standing in front of Duobaoge and sighed.
"Qinggu wine, Zuixiang wine sea, the glaze is clear and thin, it is called the thin bone of plum. It is a pity that this plum bottle of Boss Zhou is broken. I have found many skilled craftsmen and tried my best to repair it, but I can only stop there. ."
"From a distance, it looks like a new bottle."
"You can't appreciate it up close. You look at this mouth and neck, there are subtle seams, so skilled craftsmen can do the best, but it's difficult to fill the old marks. After all, it's broken, you cherish it, and you will appreciate it in the future. Take care of it carefully, otherwise it will fall apart if you bump into it, and it cannot be compared to when it was restored as new, and it was completely integrated when it first came out of the kiln."
"Ugh… "
…
Zhang Zhe looked at that square, and a foot-high plum vase stood in the middle. The sky was as blue as jade, the fetal quality was delicate, and it had a natural beauty. But there are tiny cracks on it, which are left after repairing, like scars that have been worn away by time but never fade away.
The guy in front of the counter glanced at him: "Young master also wants to buy a plum bottle? We have everything in this shop. Would you like to take a look?"
Zhang Zhacai slowly retracted his gaze and said, "No need."
The money was paid, and the tea set was brought home.
Mother Zhang knew that he was going to a banquet today, and she was afraid that he would not be able to avoid the entertainment during the banquet and drink too much, so she prepared a hot soup for sobering up, and when he came back, she just brought it to him to drink.
Zhang Zhe felt sour in his heart.
For a moment, he even felt utterly depressed, but at the end he lowered his voice and said to Mrs. Jiang: "I came back late, and my mother was worried. You are not healthy, so you should go to bed earlier in the future."
After all, he is the son he raised by himself, how can Jiang Shi not see that he is very worried? For several days in a row, he went out early and came back late. When he was busy with official business in the yamen, it would not be finished. If it was really complicated, it would be fine, but looking at him, he seemed to be unwilling to do anything other than official business. Thinking about it, it's more like suppressing something.
But since he was a child, he was very thoughtful and buried everything in his heart.
Mrs. Jiang didn't know anything about him, and seeing him as if nothing had happened, he knew that he wouldn't say anything if he asked, so he simply didn't ask, and said, "It's just that your father didn't have any prospects for you back then. You, my mother only hopes that you will be more peaceful, and it will be better if you meet a girl you like and start a family. As for prosperity and wealth, although it is good, you have to chase and chase, but you have a very good life. tired."
Zhang Zhe did not explain.
Jiang Shi sighed, then backed out of this ordinary study, told him to go to bed earlier, and then closed the door.
Many files from the Ministry of Justice were brought back by him to look at.
It's all piled high on the desk now.
The flame of the lamp on the side swayed gently, laying on the paper according to the lines of ink, but could not get into the bottom of his eyes.
Zhang Zhe felt that the light was dazzling, so he moved the lamp further away.
So the words on the paper also darkened.
He sat dryly behind the desk, like ink that was drying up on the inkstone on the desk, and did not move for a night.
The early summer sun came early.
The voices in the city were loud again.
Jiang Shi woke up early in the morning to cook porridge, thinking that Zhang Zhe had gone to court before dawn, as usual, so he planned to clean up the room and tidy up the courtyard before the weather got hot. Who would have thought that he would put his hand in front of his bedroom door, and the door would open. The bed inside was neatly lined with pillows, and it was obvious that no one had slept last night.
Turning around again, the study door was closed.
It was not yet bright, and there was still a little light coming from it.
She hesitated for a moment, then tapped at the door: "Aren't you going to go to court today?"
Zhang Zhe's body sitting behind the case moved slightly, as if someone had finally pulled him back from some dark and lonely place, but said slowly, "I won't go today."
He has never delayed the day when the court heard a big call.
Yesterday did not say that today is a holiday.
Jiang shi was stunned for a while, and then he said: "Then I will go to the market to buy some vegetables, and then I will go to the yamen after breakfast."
She packed up and went out, carrying a small basket made of bamboo.
The market in the morning is bustling time.
I picked a two-pound black carp, bought some tender ginger, chives, chives, and fresh tofu. Finally, I chose a piece of pork shoulder that looked good, put it in a bamboo basket, and walked home.
When I went to the market, the sky was still bright.
When I came back, the morning light was already dim.
It was just when Mr. Jiang turned around the familiar alley and saw his old courtyard, he suddenly found a young girl standing under the moss-covered steps. He was wearing a moon-white, broad-sleeved fairy dress, his face turned to the sky, his complexion pale in the morning light, he raised his head slightly, and seemed to be staring at the mottled wooden door a little dazedly.
This early morning...
Jiang Shi hesitated for a while, walked over, and asked with a smile, "This girl, is she looking for someone?"
Jiang Xuening turned around and realized that he had been standing for a long time.
She saw Jiang Shi, an ordinary-looking woman, who had experienced the wind and frost of raising her son alone, left a deeper mark on her face than women of the same age, with white temples and fine wrinkles.
In the bamboo basket slung under the arms are fresh vegetables that have just been bought.
At this time, he looked at himself with a little worry, but his eyes were very kind.
He should hate himself.
There was only one family in the depths of this alley. Jiang Xuening had already guessed the identity of this woman. The shame in his heart surged like a hot spring. He tried to laugh, but tears still fell.
She said, "Excuse me, is this the home of Mr. Zhang from the Ministry of Punishment?"
He actually came to find his wooden son.
Seeing such a radiant girl, Jiang shi didn't even think about Zhang Zhe at all. It could be seen that she burst into tears before she said a word, so she remembered Zhang Zha's unusual things last night and this morning, and she murmured in her heart: That boy elm wood can't beat it, don't provoke other girls and make others sad, right
When I was in Henan, I was fine, but I didn't study well in the capital!
If he really does something wicked, she will beat him hard for his short-lived father if she doesn't ask for family law!
"Yes, yes, this is it." Jiang Shi couldn't help but hurriedly said, "He didn't go to court today, he's in the study, please come in first, I'll tell him to go!"
She stepped forward to open the door and asked Jiang Xuening to enter.
Then he forgot to put down the bamboo basket he was carrying, so he went to knock on the door of the study that had not been opened that night to let Zhang Zhe come out.
Unexpectedly, before she could walk up the steps, the closed door actually opened.
Zhang Zhe put his hands on the door frame and stood in the door.
Mo Lan's long robe hung on him, and although it was still straight, it gave people a feeling of silence and desolation. He quietly looked at Jiang Xuening who was standing in this humble courtyard. After a long time, he said, "Miss Jiang, please come in."
Jiang Xuening also looked at him for a while before walking up the steps.
When he got to the door, Zhang Zhe gave in.
She entered the house.
Zhang Zicai explained to Jiang Shi and turned around to close the door.
Two people who hadn't slept all night sat down facing each other.
The tea was old last night, and it was cold.
On the bookshelf piled up with files, the end of the wick of the lamp is a cloud of blue smoke, which has already burned out. The rising sun from the east slanted into the low lacquer case in front of the window, dispelling a bit of the chill.
Jiang Xuening stared at him.
Zhang Zhe lowered his gaze.
She said softly, "It should be early today, but Mr. Zhang is at home, as if he knew I would come. Are you waiting for me?"
Zhang Zhe was silent.
Jiang Xuening put his hands on the knees he was sitting on, his body was calm, and he laughed: "I once confessed that I belonged to Master Zhang, but Master Zhang said that I already belonged. That day I was in a trance. I forgot to ask. Who is this girl that adults like?"
Zhang Zhe's palm clenched quietly.
He said, "People from the capital are just ordinary people."
Zhang Zhe can also lie and deceive people.
Jiang Xuening blinked and asked again, "Sister Zhang and Miss Yao soon broke off their marriage, and he empathized with this person. Although he is an ordinary person, I think his talent and appearance are not bad, and his temperament is better than mine, right?"
Zhang Zhe took a long time to say: "Miss Jiang Er is impeccable, but she has a humble background and dare not mistake her for life. She can't compare with the girl in her talent and appearance, and her temperament is not very good, but..."
Jiang Xuening asked, "Just what?"
Zhang Zhe finally raised his eyes to look at her, restrained and patient, but his heart was extremely desolate. He stared at her pupils, as if he wanted to say that this face was carved into his heart, and said slowly, "It's just that I love and value her."
Jiang Xuening burst out laughing: "Then what's her name?"
Zhang Zhe was speechless.
Jiang Xuening suddenly hated him so much that he couldn't even hold back that little fake smile: he just put the kit that had been hidden in his sleeve for a long time and looked at all night on the table, and the thin sheet of paper was unfolded and pressed on the table. On the bag, he said, "Master Zhang can't tell, how about I tell you?"
Zhang Zhe closed his eyes.
Jiang Xuening said every word, almost ruthless, and said to him with red eyes: "The person you like is not as good as his appearance, he is extremely bad, and he is not a good person-her name is Jiang, Jiang Xuening!"
I intend to turn my heart to the bright moon.
On that page, the rare and correct ink marks have penetrated, but they are not old.
But Zhang Zhe's heart was riddled with holes.
Jiang Xuening asked stubbornly: "How can you say you don't like me, how dare you say you don't like me?"
Zhang Zha then remembered the previous life.
She is fresh, she is bright, she is flamboyant, she is arbitrary. At that time, he couldn't restrain his arrogant heart and wanted to get close to her. But finally…
Yushan is toppled, and Jinping is broken.
The heart in his chest seemed to have been cut out by her sharp words.
The plum bottle was broken.
He looked at her, as if from the past life to the present, and finally called her in a low voice: "Niangniang..."
Niangniang.
How could the person in front of her call her "Niangniang"
Jiang Xuening first felt a kind of confusion, and then dizzy. The faint words in the voice passed from her ears to her heart. Zhang Zhe in front of him swayed gently, the sunlight that came in was pale, and there seemed to be fog rising in the room, making everything around him blurry and even rumbling.
She subconsciously shook her head.
how could be
must have heard wrong...
But there is a voice in my heart that is smiling coldly: I know, you should have known it! How long have you known each other in this life, why does he have a deep love for you, and still hide it from you when he likes you? You heard that right!
A heart-wrenching pain bound her with endless guilt, causing her to sit down slumped.
At this moment, everything is understood. It was as if there were those high mountains and a deep abyss that crushed her and let her fall, she couldn't bear it, she buried her head and covered her face, crying uncontrollably.
Zhang Zha walked over silently, feeling like the cruel executioner who defeated her last line of defense.
The collection of past and present lives is like a torrent.
He knelt down beside her, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and finally allowed himself to overstep at this moment, gently embraced her, and said, "It's not good for me, it's not good for me..."
She cried and said, "you didn't tell me, you lied to me..."
Zhang Zhe said, "It was the minister who lied to you."
Jiang Xuening hated herself, recalling her previous questioning, she only felt that she was ridiculous. Where does she fit in
Her tears fell on Zhang Zhe's chest, wet the front of his clothes, and immersed his heart in it, which also made him confirm that he really shouldn't tell her: "Niangniang, this minister is also afraid. I'm afraid you know, before your eyes This is Zhang Zhe from the previous life."
Once you know, the past will come one after another, giving birth to endless guilt.
She wants to be free and get what she wants.
But this guilt is enough to crush and knock down a person who has gradually abandoned his past. All the people she met were new, and only he was her old bondage. And the chasm opened by the too heavy past, even if the two of them tried their best to fill it, how could they be bridged as new
How tiring is it to live like that
When she was in front of him, she didn't look like the real her at all.