She seems to like Yanchan
Guan Zheng walked barefoot on the floor, her light-colored underskirt dragging all over the ground. She walked very slowly for fear of accidentally breaking things. The room was not big but it was decorated very warmly.
There were several pots of jasmine with lush branches and leaves on the windowsill, swaying in the breeze, and the fragrance of the flowers came in waves. Guan Zheng gently touched the flower buds, leaned over to sniff, and the corners of her lips raised slightly.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew in from the round window, and the papers on the table opposite were blown away. Guan Zheng hurriedly picked them up one by one from the ground and weighed them down with a paperweight.
Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by a broken blade on the corner of the table. Unlike the ordinary ones sold in the shop, this short blade was very delicately carved even on the handle. Unfortunately, it was damaged and could not be used.
Guan Zheng put it back on the table with regret. She looked to the side and saw a crumpled piece of paper thrown there.
Guan Zheng picked up the ball of paper and slowly smoothed it out. There was a pattern drawn on it.
Like the jewelry patterns...she had never seen any of them before, and they were very novel.
Guan Zheng was quietly enjoying the scenery here, but Yan Chan outside was feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp.
"Are you going to sleep on the table tonight? Are you sure?" Uncle Chen knocked on the table with a suspicious look on his face.
"Yes, what's wrong, Uncle Chen? You're not even willing to lend me a table to sleep on. Uncle Chen, you're really getting more and more stingy." Yan Chan looked at Uncle Chen with disdain, as if he was really that stingy.
"Who said I, your Uncle Chen, was stingy? Apart from Shenxianzui, I'm actually very generous, okay? I'm just worried that your arm injury just broke and you're not feeling comfortable sleeping on the table."
"Well, you sleep with Uncle Chen tonight." Uncle Chen looked serious and didn't seem to be faking it, which scared Yan Chan who was standing beside him.
"No, I...I don't sleep well at night. It would be bad if I kicked your arm." Yan Chan waved her hands repeatedly, looking a little guilty.
"My arm is fine. At worst, I can just put the tables together and lie down." Seeing that Yan Chan was completely unmoved, Uncle Chen went into the house and went to sleep, looking back every few steps.
Yan Chan stretched her neck and saw that Uncle Chen's figure had completely disappeared. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that it was still early, she planned to go to the room to get some paper and continue drawing some jewelry patterns.
She had long since stopped doing her previous job, but later on accidentally discovered a business opportunity in drawing jewelry patterns. The patterns she drew were very different from the local ones, and surprisingly were quite popular among the girls. So, in her spare time from forging knives, Yan Chan would take the time to draw some patterns and sell them to Fuhua Pavilion, which allowed her to save a considerable sum of money.
Yan Chan thought that Guan Zheng should still be sleeping soundly, so she lowered her footsteps, but as soon as she stepped into the room, she found Guan Zheng sitting in her chair, holding a messy piece of paper in her hand and looking at it carefully.
"Are you awake?" Seeing that she was not asleep, Yan Chan no longer tried to lower his voice and strode over.
She leaned her hands on the table, her ponytail falling onto the table as she lowered her head, staring straight at Guan Zheng.
Guan Zheng looked up and happened to meet a pair of bright eyes. The boy in front of her tilted his head with a smile in his eyes.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have touched your things." Yan Chan thought Guan Zheng would be very happy to see him, but he didn't expect to receive her apology first. His smile faded.
"It's okay, it's a scrap." Feeling Guan Zheng's restraint, Yan Chan straightened up, "You... go to bed early." Then he picked up some paper and pen and was about to go out.
As soon as she turned around, Yan Chan felt someone gently hooking her sleeve. She turned back in surprise and was greeted by a fair little face with eyes as clear as glass.
"Where are you going?" Guan Zheng maintained her posture, refusing to loosen her fingers.
"I... am going to the outer room. I won't leave, don't worry." Yan Chan guessed that she might be really frightened, and quickly explained that he was not leaving.
After all, the two have never been separated since she was kidnapped.
Guan Zheng gradually loosened her sleeves until the man in front of her was about to reach the door. She couldn't help but say, "The bed is big, two people can sleep on it." You don't have to sleep on the table...
Hearing this, Yan Chan paused. She stared at the door in front of her and wanted to turn around for a moment. Then she thought of something and her eyes became firm. "Uncle Chen, there is more than one bed here." Yan Chan turned around and gave her a reassuring smile.
Yan Chan sat down on a chair with a pen and paper in her arms, sketching seriously under the kerosene lamp until she was too sleepy to open her eyes. Her eyelids kept twitching, and she yawned a few times. Unable to hold on any longer, she fell asleep on the table.
After all, the outer room was not as warm as the house, and the temperature at night was particularly low. A small breeze crept in from the crack in the door and blew onto Yan Chan. Yan Chan subconsciously rubbed his arms in his dream to protect the paper.
Guan Zheng tossed and turned on the soft couch. She hadn't suffered from insomnia for a long time. The last time she suffered from insomnia was the day she first met Yan Chan. The two of them rolled all the way in a thrilling manner.
It's Yan Chan again... I've already lost sleep for the second time because of her...
Am I...really in love with him? Guan Zheng kept asking herself in her heart.
Thinking back on every little detail of my time with Yan Chan, I suddenly realized that he was everywhere these days.
She even completely forgot the annoyance she had felt because Wu Chunlai was wavering between her and Shi Guiyi.
In the past, she thought she loved Wu Chunlai and was often disappointed with his attitude.
Now that I have calmed down and thought about it carefully, maybe it was not love at all.
Wu Chunlai once saved me from danger like a god descending from heaven. At that time, I felt like I had grabbed a ray of light in the darkness.
The same is true now...
...What exactly is love?
Does she really like Yan Chan?
Guan Zheng was confused.
"Is it windy?" Guan Zheng heard the windows rattling and she poked her head out from the couch.
For some reason, she suddenly wanted to meet Yan Chan.
When she walked to the outer room, she didn't need to look around to find a figure lying upright on the table, with her injured arm pressed on the paper with the pattern drawn on it, and the other arm being rested under her head.
The wind had pushed the window open a little, and wind was blowing in.
Guan Zheng walked over quietly and closed the window, then took off her cloak and gently draped it over Yan Chan.
"You said there are many beds here...but you are still lying on the table..." Guan Zheng looked at Yan Chan's sleeping face with some heartache, and held her hand for some unknown reason.
Guan Zheng glanced at Yan Chan nervously, and seeing that she showed no signs of waking up, she tightened the grip on her hands a little.
Whenever she touched Yan Chan, she felt happy.
She doesn't know if this counts as love...
"Your eyelashes are so long..." Guan Zheng stretched out her index finger and gently touched her eyelashes. Feeling her tremble, she quickly withdrew her hand.
"Yan Huaiqi, Yan Chan..."
Guan Zheng took out the bell from her body and shook it gently. "Ding-ling", Yan Chan opened her eyes and slowly stood up from the table, but seeing her dull eyes, she knew that she was still asleep and was just being controlled.
Guan Zheng put away the paper, rang the bell with every step, and followed Yan Chan.
Under the control of Lingling, Yan Chan lay down on the soft couch. Guan Zheng gently brushed her eyes and tucked in the thin quilt.
He lay down on the table with his clothes on.
That night, accompanied by a gentle breeze and drizzle, both of them slept soundly.
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Fengdu Ghost Market
The air was filled with ghostly aura and cries of grief could be heard from all directions.
A man wrapped himself tightly in a cloak and even wore a mask on his face.
Of course, this is the rule of Fengdu Ghost Market.
No one without a mask is allowed to leave.
"What are you selling?" the masked man asked in a low voice.
"I sell things, I sell news, and I also sell... you know, hehe." The small vendor smiled ingratiatingly, with many deep wrinkles on his face. He rubbed his palms from time to time, and his eyes flashed with brilliance.
"If I want this thing, do you have it?" He took out a token and held it in front of the vendor.
"Yes, yes, there are still many small ones here, as long as you..." He rubbed two fingers together, indicating that he would give you as much money as you want.
The masked man flipped through it and sighed, "Are these all fake?"
"How can I have a real ghost token? It's very valuable and rare."
"Well..." He packed up a bundle of fake tokens, left some silver and walked away quickly. He lowered his head and walked hurriedly to avoid being contaminated by ghost spirits.
When passing by a crowded place, I subconsciously adjusted the mask, fearing that it was not on my face.
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