The plain silver box looks shiny and bright, and the owner has kept it very well. The copper buckle on the shaft is smooth and clean, which means it must have been opened and inspected frequently.
Qiao Hui pushed the box to Xianjin: "I'll give it back to you."
Xianjin was puzzled and wanted to ask, but he saw that Qiao Hui's ears were red.
Is it a love letter written secretly?
Oh~ My muscle man~
Xianjin chuckled as he lowered his head to open the box. After seeing what was in the box, he was stunned.
There are a lot of things in it.
A lantern with gold-sprinkled coral paper, a bamboo umbrella, six or seven stacked paper folds, and a kraft paper bag at the bottom...
The paper rolls of the lanterns have turned yellow and been rolled up, the bamboo handles of the bamboo umbrellas have been covered with patina, and the paper folds of the articles have been framed one by one.
He didn't know what all these things were, but he still remembered the source of the brown paper bag hidden at the bottom.
Xianjin reached out and picked it up: "This is the one I tricked you into buying when I was doing the blind bag business, right?"
Xianjin opened it and it was empty inside.
Qiao Hui's eyes were burning as he nodded slightly: "The moon-white paper inside was given to Zhang Wenbo. He exchanged it for six-zhang paper and only left me this brown paper bag."
Xianjin picked up the paper again, folded it and looked at it.
It was she who commented on Qiao Hui's article without knowing it.
She even dared to write down the three articles with her dog-paddling handwriting in red pen, right next to Qiao Hui's deliberately restrained thin gold regular script.
The contrast is stark.
Like a ferocious primary school student meeting a ferocious doctoral student.
Xianjin was delighted: "You keep this too!"
Qiao Hui's eyes were gentle. He stood very tall under the square window lattices, and his eyes were like drawn moonlight, circling around Xianjin's body.
"Why can't I keep it?" Qiao Hui replied: "Although the words are colloquial, the views are precious."
There are also articles written by her, which were approved by Qiao Hui.
There were seven or eight articles in total, and Qiao Hui collected them all with great care.
Qiao Hui smiled: "I often look back at the articles we wrote before. They were immature but bold. Looking at them now is like watching a vine grow ripe grapes. The road is long and difficult, but in the end they are full and sweet."
The young man in a high position of power has a gentle face.
There was no regret for the past, nor any pride in the present, in his words; there was only peace and tolerance.
Xianjin's heart trembled for no reason. As if to hide it, he picked up the bamboo-handled oil-paper umbrella and the coral paper lantern, lowered his eyes and asked, "What is this?"
Qiao Hui picked up the lantern with one hand, the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if smiling, "Everyone is bright, I am going to the abyss alone - you cheated Baozhu to buy the black lantern, have you forgotten the debt?"
Xianjin's body stiffened.
It happened a long, long, long time ago.
Five or six years ago?
During the Lantern Festival, she set up a stall to sell DIY paper lanterns. She bumped into Qiao Baozhu by accident and sold her a lantern that didn't light up.
Qiao Hui picked up the bamboo-handled umbrella again, smiling, "This was the year before last, when I had just returned from the sea, and we met at Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard. It was about to rain before I left, and you handed me that umbrella."
Xianjin's throat moved slightly, and a sour feeling surged into his nose and eyes.
Rolling in the corner of the silver box were a few pens and the books she had borrowed from the thatched library...
Xianjin looked up at Qiao Hui motionlessly.
Qiao Hui returned the gaze calmly but firmly.
Xianjin wanted to smile, but he couldn't move the corners of his mouth.
She seemed to be hit by something. Her left chest was numb, her palms were hot enough to roast meat, and her whole body felt numb from head to toe, as if a gust of wind could shatter her.
She suddenly remembered the punch that Qiao Hui threw at the bank of the Jingshui River that year.
"You...Baoyuan..." Xianjin was a little incoherent, "I...you...we...you keep them all..."
lantern?
Her awful writing?
The books she borrowed and read?
umbrella?
So early?
Xianjin tightly grasped Qiao Hui's sleeves, and his neck seemed to be strangled by someone, leaving only a narrow entrance, through which thin and hot air slowly flowed in.
Xianjin has had many heart-beats.
Past and present life.
For the doctor who stretched out his slender hands; for the red eyes of the boy in the bed next to him; for the rugged back and the lonely and stubborn eyes of the boy.
For Qiao Hui, it was even more than a crush.
The heartbeat is only a moment, and at this moment, Xianjin will hug Qiao Hui, embrace him in his arms little by little, imprint him into his body, and stay with him for a long time.
Xianjin raised his hands and gently hugged Qiao Hui.
Qiao Hui hugged Xianjin gently and said, "I heard your conversation with the Third Master a few days ago."
Not surprising.
He was outside the corridor at the time. As a pirate, he could even tell that the wind was blowing from the southeast. How could he not hear her conversation with Chen Fu?
Xianjin replied sullenly: "Yeah."
Qiao Hui said: "I brought you here today to tell you that if you don't want to get married, we won't get married."
"We just need to get along slowly. These fragmented memories have supported me through the moment of near-death at sea. Now that I am by your side, I am already very happy."
He missed her at sea.
But I dare not think about her.
She was afraid that she and Erlang were in love with each other, and she was afraid to think of the scene of her, Erlang by her side, while he was drifting on the sea thousands of miles away.
The proud young boy felt fear for the first time in his life.
He had noticed Erlang's feelings for Xianjin a long time ago, and he was blinded by his happiness for his best friend until his father was imprisoned and the family was in danger. On the eve of his decision to flee to Fujian, he packed up all the valuables in his home, including maps, deeds, and banknotes. He found the lantern in Baozhu's room, the articles written by the two of them in his father's drawer, the half-read book borrowed by Xianjin in the study, and the pen on the table...
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