Chapter 43 It’s My Fault Su Guanqing’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, almost using up all his strength…
Night fell. Several hours had passed since Su Guanqing was brought back. Even Feng Fuliu had gone back and forth from the old house to bring back some daily necessities. Jiang Tong had not come to see him, as if she had completely forgotten that Su Guanqing had been brought back by her.
After Feng Fuliu finished making the bed, she came out and saw Su Guanqing still sitting in the main room, looking restless. She shook her head impassively and advised, "She won't come. You won't come even if you wait for her. Why don't you go to bed first?"
Su Guanqing heard his voice and hurriedly said, "Fuliu, when you're done, can you take me to ask someone? I wonder if Tongtong is still busy."
"I'm not going. I've been running back and forth today and my legs are swollen. Even if you're a cow or a horse, you should give me a break. If you want to go, go by yourself." Feng Fuliu supported his aching waist and walked out on his own.
Su Guanqing was helpless. He could hardly move in such an unfamiliar place. But he knew that Feng Fuliu had worked hard today, so he held the bamboo stick and hesitated for a while by the door frame. He thought that the Jiang house was surrounded by a wall, so even if he walked around randomly, he would not get lost. He gritted his teeth and stepped out.
Just after taking a few steps out, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the end of the corridor, coming closer and closer.
When Su Guanqing heard this, a smile appeared on his lips. He stopped and waited quietly for the person to come.
Zhao Quesheng was dressed as brightly as a little butterfly today. He ran to Su Guanqing and called him crisply:
“Master!”
The smile on Su Guanqing's face widened: "Quesheng, you haven't gone home yet?"
"Disciple lives here now," Zhao Quesheng came up and supported Su Guanqing, "Master, you will also live in our home from now on, right?"
Su Guanqing said in a gentle voice: "Well, Master is also living in Teacher's house."
"Great!" Zhao Quesheng jumped for joy. "Teacher has been telling me so many things these days, but I don't understand them all. I don't dare to ask too much, so I just hope Master can help me solve my doubts."
"Okay, if you don't understand something, just come and ask, and I will explain it to you." Su Guanqing smiled kindly.
"Let's go to the study and talk. There are so many paintings in there now!"
Perhaps it was because the corridor was empty and echoing, or because the child was too happy, but Su Guanqing always felt that her voice was much louder than before.
"Okay," Su Guanqing responded, and then asked, "What kind of painting has your teacher been repairing recently?"
"There are so many! For example, Wang Meng's "The Washing Banquet" and Qian Xuan's "Floating Jade Mountain Residence" that my master told me about last time, and..." Zhao Quesheng carefully supported her master all the way, muttering to him all the way.
Not long after, the master and disciple arrived at the door of the study.
Zhao Quesheng's chattering voice suddenly stopped.
——Warm yellow candlelight shines through the paper on the study window.
Su Guanqing felt strange and was about to ask her what was wrong when he heard her say softly, "The teacher is here."
Then, before Su Guanqing could react, he felt the little hand holding him loosen, and the child actually ran away alone!
The clattering footsteps startled the people in the house.
"Who's outside?" Jiang Tong's voice came out.
“…It’s me.”
Jiang Tong opened the door and turned to look at Zhao Quesheng's small figure running away. He guessed what was going on and couldn't help but laugh and shook his head: "This girl is really becoming more and more like a child."
Su Guanqing smiled and said, "Children should behave like children. She was too dull before."
"Just let her go!" She glanced at him and grabbed his wrist unhappily, "I'll take you home."
"Hey..." Su Guanqing refused to move, "I...well...Quesheng said there are a lot of paintings in the study."
"Yes, there are many masterpieces by famous artists waiting for me to repair. Let's go." She said as she pulled Su Guanqing away.
Su Guanqing still refused to leave and asked cautiously, "Can...can you tell me about it?"
"What? Didn't someone say that he couldn't see paintings, so he didn't want to talk to me about paintings anymore?" Jiang Tong's tone was chilly.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It's my fault... I... What I've been thinking about and looking forward to these days is talking about painting with you, I..." Su Guanqing said as he followed Jiang Tong's hand, groped for her sleeve, and shook it in a flattering manner.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Tong tugged at his sleeve and took a step back. "If you don't want to talk, I have to shut up. If you want to talk, I have to chat with you? Su Guanqing, who do you think you are?"
Feeling the anger in Jiang Tong's voice, Su Guanqing stood there alone, feeling somewhat bewildered:
"I'm sorry, it's my fault, Tongtong..."
"You called me Tongtong?" Jiang Tong glanced at him and scolded, "Call me Miss!"
"Yes, yes, Miss." Su Guanqing said honestly.
Jiang Tong was so angry that he stomped his feet into the study.
Su Guanqing followed her footsteps and walked in. He didn't dare to walk around, but just stood two steps away from the door.
Jiang Tong wanted to be fierce to him, but when he saw his pitiful appearance, he couldn't.
Su Guanqing felt relieved when he saw that Jiang Tong did not chase him away. He waited for a moment and heard the sound of pages turning. He knew that Jiang Tong was not repairing the painting, so he said:
"Miss, I heard from Quesheng that you are currently repairing Huang Gongwang's "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains"."
Jiang Tong said nothing.
The sound of pages turning.
Su Guanqing continued to make conversation, "I've long heard that Huang Gongwang's paintings are vast and free-spirited, but it's a pity I never had the chance to see them."
The pages of the book rustle.
Su Guanqing just thought Jiang Tong was still reading.
In fact, Jiang Tong was not reading the book at all. She was just taking advantage of the fact that others couldn't see. She held Jing Hao's "Notes on Calligraphy" in her hand, turning a page from time to time, but her eyes were always on Su Guanqing, and her thoughts were wandering around.
When she heard that Su Guanqing had gotten into trouble, she was almost scared to death.
When she and Aqiao drove their horses towards the village outside the city, her mind was filled with the image of Su Guanqing in her previous life who was beaten to the point of spitting blood and then died with a smile in front of her.
At that moment, fear filled her heart. She was really afraid that she would never see Su Guanqing again.
The book turned another page.
She still looked at him.
Perhaps because she had suffered a great punishment during the day, Su Guanqing looked a little haggard at the moment, and an uncontrollable sense of self-blame spread from her heart.
They had already found some clues about what Jiang Huaishan and the others were doing.
Jiang Huaishan had clearly told her that Su Guanqing was harboring a big secret and someone was keeping an eye on him.
She had clearly promised herself that she would repay the favor and take good care of Su Guanqing for the rest of his life, but why did she still let him fall into such danger!
Repay a favor... Repay a favor...
She suddenly shuddered.
Did she really just want to repay a favor?
Jiang Tong's heart moved and his gaze became deeper.
The moon was cool in mid-autumn. The cold moonlight shone in from outside the door, shining on Su Guanqing, making him look like a banished immortal under the moon.
Jiang Tong couldn't take his eyes off for a moment.
In an instant, she inexplicably had an impulse. She wanted to lock this person by her side, lock him up, and not allow anyone to see him or hurt him.
He can only be hers, forever hers.
Su Guanqing tried to find words to say for a long time, but in the end he really couldn't find any.
He just stood there quietly. The air was filled with the mixed smell of fresh paste and the musty smell of old books and paintings. This smell made him feel at ease.
A faint smile played at the corner of his lips. "When I almost passed out today, I thought that even if I really died today, I would have loved to hear your voice before I died. God has been kind to me after all."
Jiang Tong's face turned pale with shock. "What do you mean by 'passed out'? What other torture did that Mao Zhang use on you?"
She dropped the book, hurried over, and tried to pull Su Guanqing's clothes to check: "Didn't you say there were no other injuries?"
Su Guanqing explained the punishment: "...it won't leave any wounds."
"Damn it," Jiang Tong said, almost gnashing his teeth. "Just wait until A-Qiao gathers all those assassins, and then I'll avenge you."
Su Guanqing's eyebrows curved: "Okay."
"You can still laugh after suffering so much!" Jiang Tong said unhappily.
Su Guanqing just smiled.
Jiang Tong tugged at his wrist: "It's getting late, I'll take you home."
This time, Su Guanqing followed him obediently. As they walked, he called out softly, "Miss..."
"What did you call me?"
"Tongtong," he finally reacted, his clear eyes brightening a little, "Can I come in tomorrow when you're fixing the painting?"
"Why are you coming in? You're not living in the study right now."
"I...I...but I...I want to..." Su Guanqing has always been refraining from speaking indecently. He had so much affection in his heart, but he couldn't express it out loud.
But his expression revealed everything he could and could not say.
Jiang Tong had a strange feeling in her heart, as if a soft hand was gently plucking her heartstrings.
She unconsciously tightened her grip on his wrist.
Su Guanqing noticed something and called her softly, "Tongtong?"
The night was quiet, and it seemed as if they were the only two people left in the world.
His voice was mellow and clear with a masculine magnetism. It gently brushed across her ear and stirred a shiver deep in her soul.
Her breathing became rapid.
As if trying to escape something, she turned her head abruptly, took two steps forward, and said stiffly, "Come if you want."
"Hey!" The bright light fell in the yard, illuminating his face.
Jiang Tong turned around to look at him, but saw that his smile was brighter than the moon.
As if possessed by a ghost, she reached out and held his hand.
Su Guanqing's hands have distinct muscles and bones, and his fingertips have calluses from playing the piano. The calluses from writing and drawing in his youth have not yet faded.
She gently stroked each callus, and finally clenched his hand.
Don't want to let go.
When Jiang Tong took his hand, Su Guanqing was stunned.
Since he couldn't see, his sense of touch was more acute than that of ordinary people. Her nimble fingers moved between his fingers, soft and warm, and each touch seemed to touch the tip of his heart. Her strength was obviously very light, but it clearly contained the power to make the world collapse, and she easily broke the perennial frozen soil in his heart.
As a result, the earth shook, mountain torrents broke out, and his world was turned upside down by her.
Su Guanqing's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he almost used up all his self-control before he could calm his mind.
"Can you - find the way to the study?" Jiang Tong looked up at him, her voice as gentle as water.
Su Guanqing wanted to say that he had memorized the route when he came here just now, but he opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He was afraid that if he spoke, he would not be able to hide his emotions at the moment.
"Then..." Jiang Tong still held his hand and shook it gently, "How about I pick you up tomorrow?"
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