Chapter 1244 Autumn Rain

One autumn rain brings one chill.

The next morning, when Song Chunxue opened her eyes, she heard the pattering autumn rain falling on the peony tree in the courtyard, and the rain curtain on the eaves tapping slowly on the green tiles.

She rummaged through the closet and found some old clothes that she had worn for several years, then put them on in the middle.

Wearing old clothes in new clothes brings a unique sense of peace and a different kind of feeling that unfolds in one's heart.

As Song Chunxue watched the water droplets spreading across the puddles in the yard, she slowed down.

I was planning to go to the cornfield today to pick corn and dig up a basket of new potatoes, then cook a pot of them tonight, and if I felt like it, make a pot of potato dumplings.

Hongying's vegetable garden should have chili peppers and eggplants. Cold eggplant salad is delicious; Master must have never eaten it before.

There are also water radishes, and the radishes with a variegated center are even tastier. Just thinking about their color makes her wish the rain would stop soon.

You can harvest corn in the fields after it rains, but you can't dig up potatoes.

I'll ask Hongying later if she's dug up any new potatoes.

She made pancakes in the kitchen, cooked white porridge, stir-fried potato strips, and cabbage with vermicelli to eat with it.

Before it was even served, she had already eaten two thin buckwheat pancakes.

"Master, you're up quite early. Is breakfast ready?" Qi Yun said. "Then I'll go clean the room, and I'll take care of washing the dishes too."

Seeing that Qi Yun was wearing nice clothes today, Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow, "You can even clean the room?"

"I'm not stupid. Although I'm served by others on the mountain and don't need to clean, it doesn't mean I can't." Qi Yun picked up the broom and walked away. "Has Lord Xie caught a cold? I heard him sneeze. Do you have any ginger soup?"

Song Chunxue carried the plate out, saying, "Yes, wait a moment."

Qi Yun responded and went to his master's room.

After entering the room, she went straight to her master's pillow and looked for traces of hair on it.

Not a single one!

This doesn't make sense.

He opened the window again, squatted down and searched on the ground, but found nothing.

Doesn't Master lose his hair?

Three strands of hair—such a simple thing—yet he has lost a lot of hair.

His hair is very thick, so it's normal for him to lose ten or so strands a day.

What's wrong with Master?

Does she pick up her hair first thing every morning when she gets up?

Oh right, Qi Yun suddenly remembered that mortals would collect their hair to exchange for earthenware pots or jars, so perhaps his master had collected them.

However, after searching around, Qi Yun found absolutely no clues.

"Hiss... That's strange, where else could it be hiding?"

What are you looking for?

Master's voice was right behind him, startling Qi Yun so much that he looked up and bumped his head on the table, quickly raising a bump.

Song Chunxue was both amused and exasperated. "Why are you so nervous, sneaking around like this? Tell me what you're looking for, and I'll find it for you."

Her apprentice is richer than her, so it's impossible that he was rummaging through her old things. Besides, she doesn't have anything good, and I don't know what he's feeling guilty about.

"Ugh... no, Master. I just heard some rat noises here, so I came to check if there were any rat holes on the ground. Ouch... it hurts! What is this table made of? It's so hard!" Qi Yun cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face.

Song Chunxue shook her head helplessly. A fox is a fox. It looks very cunning, but sometimes it seems a little dim-witted.

"Let's go eat."

"Is there any meat?" Qi Yun muttered softly, "I won't eat if there's no meat."

"You go out for lunch, I'll go find Hongying to have lunch with. You take your grandmaster to the street and see what kind of meat he likes to eat," Song Chunxue urged. "Hurry up, the porridge is getting cold."

Helpless, Qi Yun stepped into the room on the east side, where he was met with two pairs of eyes. He shook his head slightly.

Xie Zheng picked up a pancake, wrapped it with vegetables, and ate it. Song Chunxue tried it and thought that it was better to eat a bite of pancake and a bite of vegetables at the same time.

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal ate very little. He got up, looked at the rain outside the door, and asked his disciple, "Do you have a bamboo hat? I want to go for a walk outside."

"Going through wind and rain?" Song Chunxue laughed. "Master, I advise you not to go. The streets are all dirt roads, one foot in mud and one foot in rain."

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal laughed, "That's someone else."

“That’s right. Who is our grandmaster? How could he walk on foot like an ordinary person?” Qi Yun stood up and took out a raincoat from his storage ring. “I know that Master just wants to go out in the autumn rain. You know how to use rain-avoidance techniques, but you don’t want to use them.”

"Hmm, anything else? Your martial uncle is going out." Banyue Immortal quickly put on his raincoat. "I'm going out for a walk. I don't know when I'll be back."

"Take me with you!"

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal glanced at Song Chunxue and said meaningfully, "You should stay with your master."

"I……"

"I have an umbrella, you should stay home, it's cold outside."

Song Chunxue looked at Xie Zheng in surprise, and he said he was staying at home.

For a moment, she felt that he hadn't lost his memory at all.

Her gaze was fixed on Xie Zheng as she walked over and saw him open his umbrella.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Noticing her gaze, Xie Zheng turned around and asked a question. The oil-paper umbrella was opened above his head, depicting a misty Jiangnan scene that she had once chosen for him.

Where did you get this oiled paper umbrella?

Xie Zheng looked up thoughtfully, "It should have been Yun'er who bought it for me, but I don't remember. Do you want it? I have another one, you can use it."

"No need, I have my own." Song Chunxue waved her hand. "Go ahead, don't be late."

"Mm." Xie Zheng simply nodded at her, then stepped into the rain in his deerskin boots.

Qi Yun watched her lonely figure, raised his hand to pat her shoulder, but was afraid of being hit.