Song Qingci sighed and said, "I haven't finished writing the letter yet..."
Mr. Fu San is so smart.
She was afraid that Mr. Fu San would follow the clues and discover her identity.
And given the current situation on the mountain, wouldn’t it be too much for her to speak again?
"Don't delay," Feng Xun said. "You can't eat or sleep well. Send a letter quickly. Having a reliable message will put your mind at ease. It's okay for us to stay in the mountains for a few more days, as long as everything is fine at home."
Song Qingci thought so too.
Picking up the pen felt like it weighed a ton of weight, and she would rather deceive herself and think that she must be overthinking it.
Her mother's business empire was so vast that even in Liaodong, there were legends about her.
If something really happened in her mother's family, it would be impossible for her not to have heard any news at all.
However, Song Qingci really couldn't figure out why her mother hadn't given her any news until now if everything was fine at home.
Although she is married, she can never throw away the water in her basin!
"Songzi, what are you doing!" Feng Xun suddenly shouted.
Only then did Song Qingci realize that Songzi had opened the box at some point and was now dragging something out with his mouth.
She looked carefully and found that it was a piece of cloth?
It was brought back by Matsuko a long time ago.
It’s been a long time, so long that Song Qingci had already forgotten about it, and now it’s turned up again?
"Matsuko, have you found that person?"
Songzi nodded and began to gesture.
The heavy rain made it suffocate and it couldn't go out, so it could only walk around in the house.
Song Qingci occasionally had to go out to change Fu An's dressings - this was a job that Mr. Fu San was not very good at, but fortunately he knew his own limitations and always asked Song Qingci for help.
Songzi naturally wanted to seize this rare opportunity to go out.
Song Qingci could only hold an umbrella and carry a basket filled with pine nuts as they went to change the medicine for Fu An.
Songzi said that the person was Fu An.
It must be him!
Song Qingci smiled and said, "It's not surprising if it's him. He's Mr. Fu San's secret guard, and he's been hiding his true face from me until now."
"The dog is sneaky." Feng Xun snorted.
She just looks down on Fu An.
What’s so great about that!
She had seen that face before.
Isn't it just two eyes and a mouth? I don't see anything extra about him, so why is he afraid of being seen?
It means she is stupid and can't draw, otherwise she would draw something and insist on showing it to the girl.
cut!
Song Qingci was amused by her and laughed, "What do you mean by sneaky? That's called sneaking."
Feng Xun: "Ah?"
Okay, Dongzi doesn’t know how to do it himself, but he comes to teach her!
Wait, she's going to settle the score with him.
"No," Song Qingci laughed happily, "You yourself usually say that you are sneaky. When he said that, did you never doubt it?"
"I asked him, but he said that he usually said that he was sneaky and couldn't show it in public."
Then, his dog Su Su is the best of the best?
Song Qingci laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. Dongzi was truly a funny guy.
"What should we do with this rag?" Feng Xun asked, shaking the cloth. "Do you want me to throw it at Fu An's face?"
Song Qingci thought for a moment and said, "Let's keep it there for now. Later, we'll ask him if it was Songzi who hurt him that day. If Songzi made a mistake, there might be someone else on the mountain who's doing something wrong."
"good."
Song Qingci sat in front of the desk, biting the brush and began to think about how to write a "secret letter" to his mother, so that even if others saw the content of the letter, they would not notice anything unusual.
Feng Xun said as he sorted out the boxes that Songzi had messed up: "When Madam sends someone to pick us up, leave some extra money for the mountain so they can have a few meals of meat. I think those gossipers would be embarrassed to eat the meat we gave them while gossiping about you, huh!"
Before leaving... Song Qingci was a little absent-minded.
Before leaving, besides this matter, she had another thing on her mind, and she didn't know whether she should mention it to Mr. Fu San.
Oh, I can’t figure it out, it’s so annoying.
But she has a good attitude. If a problem cannot be solved, she will just lie down and wait.
It was raining heavily outside. Song Qingci looked out the window and saw puddles of various sizes in the yard. The rain was splashing water.
The rain falls on the trees, on the bluestone, on the water tanks...interweaving a melody about heavy rain.
This kind of weather is really suitable for sleeping.
The door of Mr. Fu Sanye's room was also closed.
But Song Qingci knew that he was there.
He just came back from outside more than an hour ago and should be resting now.
Mr. Fu San has been comforting the people in the mountains these days, telling them not to worry about food, and that someone will deliver food after the weather clears up.
In short, everyone should do what they are supposed to do, do their best, and leave the rest to fate.
Even if God doesn't let us live, he is still here.
Fortunately, the people on the mountain were very convinced of him, and their anxiety seemed to have eased a lot.
Suddenly, thunder roared, coming from far away and rumbling down.
Song Qingci was so scared that her hand trembled, and ink dripped onto the paper, staining the paper on which she had only written a few words.
She thought of her mother.
My mother is afraid of thunder, and every time it thunders she throws herself into my father's arms.
However, Song Qingci was skeptical about his mother's fear.
Because her mother took her thousands of miles to find her relatives, what didn’t she experience along the way?
Was there no rain or thunder on the road during those two years?
She felt that her mother's fear probably only came out when her father was around.
When it comes to the Thirty-Six Strategies to Control Husbands, she only obeys her own mother.
But she didn't inherit it.
Bah bah bah, what is she thinking?
Why does she have to please men?
Are they worthy?
Fortunately, she didn't do that for Jiang Jingchu, otherwise she would vomit to death when she thought about it now.
Seeing Song Qingci was about to crumple the paper again, Feng Xun hurried over to grab it, "Please don't throw it away, it's so expensive. Keep it for me to practice calligraphy!"
"Are you writing about a sneaky dog?" Song Qingci teased her deliberately.
Feng Xun: "...You are mocking me again. The Third Master is not much better than me!"
Ever since he saw the large and small characters written by Mr. Fu San, Feng found his confidence.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Fu San's door was suddenly pushed open.
Mr. Fu San rushed out in his slippers and without an umbrella.
Feng Xun was stunned and muttered, "What kind of ears are these, Third Master?"
She didn't actually say anything, and he heard it even through the deafening sound of the rain?
But Mr. Fu San didn't come towards her, nor did he even look in their direction. He just rushed out.
"What's going on?" Feng Xun asked Song Qingci blankly, "Why is the Third Master acting like he's lost his mind? What is he doing out in such heavy rain?"
Song Qingci shouted at the figure, "Third Master, be careful of being struck by lightning!"
Feng Xun: "...Miss, you're likely to get beaten if you talk like that, you know?"
"That's better than being struck by lightning, Master San."
The mountain is already high, and there are so many tall trees, it is easy to attract lightning.
"Third Master didn't do anything bad." Feng Xun muttered.
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