Xie Wei also had nothing to do with her, and there was a hint of helplessness in his voice.
Was in anger before.
But after two days of calm and calm, Jiang Boyu and Yan Lin's original pleas and entrustment came to mind again, and he still accepted it, just because of such a trivial matter as a cat, he would treat her a little girl who was under double ten. Speaking harshly and hurting her face, it was too much after all.
Not to mention that he was arbitrary.
Some small-minded girls have to be coaxed, maybe they eat soft or hard, right
Xie Wei looked at her expression.
However, she saw that she looked up at him in surprise, as if she didn't dare to believe that such words would come out of his mouth, but only this moment's emotions leaked, and the next moment, she all gathered in, bowed her head and said: "Sir's words are serious, and students dare not be angry with Mr.
Jiang Xuening didn't want to deal with Xie Wei at first. The impression that this person left on her in the previous life was too bad, and the more contacts she accidentally had in this life were beyond her control.
Reason told her that the farther away, the better.
Last night, she went back and thought about it, even though Xie Wei threw the "Women's Commandments", she was not the same as the other gentlemen, and she also wanted to defend herself. It was not that she didn't listen to Zhang Zhong's lectures for no reason, but she calmed down and thought, it's not bad to misunderstand.
Save Xie Wei Lao carrying her by his side to watch.
Get mad, get mad.
So she still put on an attitude of refusing people thousands of miles away, turned around and hugged Qin from the desk near Xie Wei, and wanted to leave.
The girl's stature is like a tender willow, slender and soft. She wears a light purple fairy skirt, and the draped skirt gently shakes with her footsteps. There is a bit of natural elegance in her posture.
It's very different from when I went to Beijing.
It stands to reason that Xie Wei should not 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 night horn of the mandrill could be heard faintly in the dark shadow of the tree, and the rotten smell of the leaves accumulated on the soil over the years mixed with the smell of the surrounding vegetation.
He was terribly burned and groggy.
Leaning against the rocks, I almost fell asleep.
But at this time, the sound of deep footsteps and shallow footsteps came slowly, accompanied by a hoarse voice that could not hide the excitement and excitement: "The village! Turn the two mountains in front of you and there is a village. I ran to the front to see the smoke!"
Xie Wei didn't want to open his eyes.
The footsteps came to him, the voice came to him, and someone shook him vigorously: "We can walk out soon, wake up, wake up, don't go to sleep!"
Xie Wei felt that she was noisy again.
However, when the little girl saw that he was not awake, she became frightened and choked timidly, with a cry in her voice: "Don't sleep, Wan Niang said that you won't be able to wake up like this. What should I do if you die, I'm fine. Fear of death…”
Xie Wei thought she might be worried about herself, but she didn't expect that he was afraid of his death and scared her.
At that time, I thought, she is not afraid of encountering mountain bandits and fleeing, she is not afraid of running the wild mandrill night, she is not afraid of being in danger and it is difficult to escape, what is there to be afraid of just a dead person
Dead people are the best people in the world.
Neither hiding a knife in a smile, nor conspiracy.
But after listening to her crying really, and crying more and more miserably, he finally slowly opened his eyes, but the bloody gas he had swallowed in his burning throat went straight up, and it was hard to say a word.
The little girl's eyes were wide open, and there were still tears.
Seeing that he wasn't dead, he was startled for a while before he became happy: "It's good if he isn't dead, it won't be scary if he isn't dead."
Although he was not prominent at that time, Mingli was a young and famous Tanhuaji and worked for the court; secretly, he had a lot of layout plans in Jinling, and was supported by the Heavenly Sect.
It's not a minor role either way.
In the mouth of this little girl, not dying is the biggest effect...
Xie Wei couldn't help coughing.
Jiang Xuening glanced at the mountain and said: "I can't find anything to eat, and I can't see your injuries and illnesses. There are traps set by hunters on the mountain, there must be hunters in the village, and there must be hunters. We can see the doctor and the wounded. We can leave now, and we will be in the village at dawn.”
She came up to help him.
The shoulders of the fifteen-year-old girl were thin and thin, and Xie Wei felt that a careless leaning of his body could crush her.
The piano fell on the other end of the rock.
He staggered to his feet, 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 hard for me to save you, I can't bring a piano!"
Xie Wei didn't listen and leaned over to pick up the piano.
The girl seemed to be finally angry, took a step forward and hugged Qin, then took a few steps back, pursing her lips tightly, probably because the backlog of dissatisfaction finally exploded, she turned around and took the picture without hesitation. Qin smashed to the rock!
"Zheng-"
The sound of the broken strings came along with the shattering sound of the piano body!
A good piano was smashed on the rock.
He could hardly believe what she had done.
The girl looked back at him sternly and said, "People are going to die and 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 blood, and it took more than 20 years of hard work to survive, but it was the first time that someone smashed the piano and scolded him as "not worthy of living".
It's unprecedented.
Later, they did arrive at the village, and they were lucky enough to meet the policeman sent by Jiang Boyu to look for them, and then they were able to escape the danger.
It's just that the battle for the throne in the capital is raging, and the government and the opposition are arguing. He works secretly and even has little time to rest.
After Shen Lang was officially enthroned, and the overall situation was settled, he finally had time to spare.
One day, I came to visit Jiang Mansion.
But when I passed through the corridor, I saw the little girl who had put on a brocade dress kicked a little girl not much older than her under the flower stand. Her expression was cunning and mean, and even revealed a bit of paranoid malice...
It was so strange.
Xie Wei couldn't help but think about all the secrets on his way to Beijing that day, but the more he thought about it, the more distant he felt, and it suddenly seemed like a dream, making people wonder if those things really happened.
He had mentioned a few words to Jiang Boyu, but Jiang Boyu was ashamed of this daughter, who had suffered so much, so it was not good for her to be strictly restrained.
Not to mention that she later caught up with Yan Lin.
The young man is young and energetic, he doesn't know how to restrain himself, and he doesn't know the truth of overdoing it. The prosperousness of Beijing is ultimately harmful, and slowly the shadow and heart of the old days are worn away.
Xie Wei rarely thought of those things again.
Only very occasionally do they pop up inadvertently.
But it won't feel too deep.
The girl at that time and the girl later on were already two different people.
He thought that whether it was Jiang Boyu's entrustment or Yan Lin's request, he would be able to refuse.
But why would you agree
Maybe trying to teach her? Sometimes people inevitably go astray, but if someone can tell her what is good and how to be good, it may not be impossible to return to the right path and regain her original heart.
It's just that after a period of contact, what I saw with my own eyes, and what I heard with my own ears, Xie Wei felt that this little girl still had kindness, and although her temper was still a little bit irritable, she was much better than the previous years.
It's a little confusing.
He didn't know if it was as Jiang Boyu said, it was Yan Lin who taught her; he didn't know if she grew up and understood things. But it wasn't as bad as he thought.
The water-soaked Jinpa was slightly cold on the side where the fingertips were pressing.
Xie Wei withdrew his hand, and when she saw her turn around to leave, he softened his heart and said, "Well, I misunderstood you first without asking the reason. You should be angry with me."
This is, admit wrong
Jiang Xuening was stunned, and looked back at him with slightly widened eyes.
Xie Wei smiled at her, his eyes were dark, but some stars were scarce: "What's more, I should owe you."
I should owe you.
This sentence is very light, but when it falls, it has a heavy weight.
Jiang Xuening was depressed by his words. He only thought of the past life, one after another, one after another, and felt it was both absurd and disappointing: You owe me more than that, you thank me for what you owe me. Too much.
She wanted to say goodbye and leave.
But at this moment, the footsteps seem to be fixed on the ground, and it is difficult to move: this Xie Wei in front of her has really subverted her cognition of this person...
He is a devil in the skin of a saint, a Rakshasa who came to collect debts in the Yama Temple.
Even if everyone said that he was peaceful and gentle, gentleman Qiyu, she didn't believe a single word.
But at this moment, he looked at her warmly and confessed to her.
Is she crazy, or is the world crazy
or-
Is it because she never knew the real Xie Wei
But Xie Wei thought she was persuading himself, so he got up and walked over, took his violin off the wall, and explained to her: "I didn't know what Zhang Zhong, the chief editor of the National History Museum, did, so I was preconceived. I thought you were stubborn and ignorant and didn’t want to make progress. I saw that book yesterday and found out that he made an opinion. I know you don’t like it, and I also know that this person is yang and yin, so he will not enter the Fengchen Hall and will not teach in the future.”
Jiang Xuening said subconsciously, "He doesn't teach anymore?"
Xie Wei lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Zhang Chong is too old and Xiu Shi is no longer able to do what he wants to do. It's really embarrassing for him to teach for Her Royal Highness the eldest princess."
These words are too subtle and euphemistic. If Jiang Xuening is still a stubborn and ignorant girl, he might think that Zhang Zhong is tired of them and they are unwilling to teach them to read!
But the day before yesterday, Zhang Zhong was angry with her and scolded her harshly.
Xie Wei threw away his book yesterday, and now he said lightly that this person would not come, and he knew that it was Zhang Zhongkai who had sinned against him.
but…
A little happy
It would be great if the old man didn't teach them!
Jiang Xuening bit her lip, feeling that she had already decided to draw a clear line with Xie Wei, but at this moment her lips were still curved in an uncontrollable arc.
Xie Wei looked at her patiently: "I've made a mistake, Zhang Chong won't come, and I've wrongly blamed you, you also hugged the cat to scare me, it's time to be even, it's time to calm down. Bar?"
Sounds like this...
But Jiang Xuening only felt that this person was talking like coaxing a child, and frowned, he wanted to save face: "I don't have it."
Xie Wei saw that she was a dead duck and had a tough mouth, but he knew that the little girl always wanted face, so Qing Jun raised his long eyebrows, so he didn't try to pierce it, thinking that he would finally turn the fight into jade, so he relaxed a little.
He only said: "It's just that what I said to you at the time was not a joke, and some things don't make trouble in front of me..."
He turned around and took the pot on the table to pour himself half a cup of tea.
It was roughly 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 flashed slightly.
Xie Wei just picked up the tea and took a sip, and was just about to say that he would take the qin and go back to the main hall of Fengchen Hall.
Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly came from behind—
"Meow."
Tremors and chills climbed instantly!
With a flick of his hand, the tea cup almost fell from his fingers, but the tea was already poured out and fell on the desk. Xie Wei's scalp really exploded, and he looked back suddenly.
But the palace is clean, where is there the shadow of half a cat
Jiang Xuening stood alone behind him, looked at him thoughtfully, then slowly raised the corners of his lips, as if he had discovered something interesting, raised his hand gently, and clenched it like a kitten's paw. Xie nodded forward, tilted his head, and said with interest: "Yes, Mr. Xie is not afraid of cats. But sometimes, hate and fear don't seem to be easy to distinguish?"
Xie Wei's face was cold.
But Jiang Xuening put down his hand in the next moment, and said briskly before he had a seizure: "Now calm down!"
"… "
Xie Wei held the celadon tea cup in his hands, and he almost broke it with all his strength.
After forbearance, he said: "My temper is not as good as Ning Er girl thought."
Jiang Xuening was stunned, lowered his eyes, it was hard to describe the feeling in his heart, when he raised his hand to look at Xie Wei, he smiled, but his eyes were a little more serious: "Mr. Xie's temper is excellent."
Xie Wei laughed.
He threw the tea cup down, took a brocade handkerchief and wiped his hands, and said only, "You are so stubborn, who can keep up with you in the future?"
Jiang Xuening raised his eyebrows, but snorted: "You don't have to worry about it, sir."
Xie Wei thought about it too.
He stopped and lowered his eyes to look at the water stains on the brocade, and laughed, he spared her in the end, only picked up the Emei, and said, "This is not an example."