Xu Jiang tossed and turned in bed, trying to determine the truthfulness of what Xu said in the 12th letter. Was it a lie he made up to gain his freedom, or was it true?
If it is true...Xu Jiang sat up, holding his chest, feeling extremely depressed.
She stood up, put on her coat, took the tinder from the table, and quietly walked out of the house. Then, using the lantern on the eaves, she walked from the corridor to Lou Yunchun's courtyard, opened the door and entered his study.
She blew out the light of the lamp, and the warm light in the room soothed the restlessness in her heart.
Xu Jiang lit the lamp, sat on the chair behind the desk, and was lost in thought.
She knew from a young age that she was picked up by her master from a ginger field. The Xu family called her a bastard, both openly and secretly, which made her very eager to know her life experience and to prove that she was not a bastard.
But later, as I grew up, under the company and education of my master, I gradually became indifferent to this, and even didn't care at all. I let Xu Si and Xu Wu insult me as much as they wanted, just treating it as the buzzing of a mosquito and no longer taking it to heart.
Until her master passed away and she was terrified and helpless, she had imagined what the situation would be like if she still had parents.
But the fatigue of the journey and the wind and snow shattered her inner hope, making her see the muddy road under her feet and the uncertain future.
Her parents had long since abandoned her, so how could they possibly love her? And the one who loved her had long since left her and vanished into thin air.
If she indulges in vanity and the past, she will die in the wind and snow one day.
She didn't want to die. She still had her master's books. She wanted to take them to the most prosperous place, let them bloom brilliantly, and let Xu Yuan live forever in this world.
So she needs to see herself clearly, see the world clearly, stand firmly on the road ahead, and find her own direction.
Therefore, since then, she never thought of her parents again. She had no hopes, no love or hate for them.
But now Xu Twelve said that he knew the origins of her parents.
How absurd and terrifying this is.
Xu Jiang sat in Lou Yunchun's study until dawn, and only came back to her senses when Yin Yin came to find her.
The room was dim, and when she looked to the side, she realized the lamp had burned out.
"Sister!" Yin Yin rushed in and saw her sitting behind the desk. She immediately patted her chest and said, "So sister is here. I was so scared."
Xu Jiang looked at her steadily. Seeing Xu Jiang's pale face, she felt sad in her heart, so she asked, "Sister, are you missing the young master?"
That day, she saw Xu Jiang's eyes red as she read the letter sent by the young master. At night, she took out the letter and read it over and over again. Now she stayed in this study all night. She must be missing the young master.
She couldn't help but complain in her heart, wondering when the young master would come back.
Xu Jiang only smiled when she mentioned Lou Yunchun. Yes, she now had Lou Yunchun, the Lou couple, Master Lin, Hong Chu, Mr. Du, Shopkeeper Wang, Uncle Cao, Aunt Cao… and the silly girl in front of her, as well as relatives and friends. She already had everything she needed. Even if what Xu Twelve said was true, so what?
They were just two strangers.
And since Xu Twelve knew her life experience, her master should also know it. But he never mentioned it in all these years, which means they are not worthy.
If it's not worth it, why make yourself suffer for it?
She leaned back in her chair, as if leaning into that inclusive and broad embrace, and sighed, "Yes, I miss him."
Yinyin also sighed. It turned out that the young man and young lady in the picture book, separated from each other, unable to eat or drink, and unable to sleep at night, were all real.
This feeling is really unbearable.
"Sister, do you want to sit for a while or go back to your room to rest?"
"Sit for a while." Let her stay for a while, and then go to see what Xu Twelve is up to.
"It's too dark in this room. Let me open the window."
"Um."
Yinyin pushed the window open and held up the pole, and the morning light came in with the wind, clear and warm.
Xu Jiang narrowed his eyes and looked at the floating light and flying dust. The eternal darkness, the bitter wind and cold rain were all like dust flying into the old year, and could no longer trap the new person who rushed out of the darkness.
————Cheer-up dividing line————
Xu Jiang rested up enough before packing up and going to the bookstore. The disciples of the paper mill and Liang Mo were unloading the goods. When they saw her coming, they greeted her and presented her with a gift box on behalf of the owner of the paper mill.
"The Great Heat has passed. Isn't it too late to give gifts now?" Xu Jiang joked after taking the gift box.
"This isn't a festival gift, it's a thank-you gift." The disciple's face was filled with joy. "Master's five-color, golden-flowered silk paper has been selected by the palace as tribute paper. Master asked me to convey this message. Thank you, Shopkeeper Xu, for your advice."
"This is all your own ability, and your master is a very quick-witted person. Even without my reminder, he will understand it sooner or later." After saying this, she smiled and said, "If you really want to thank me, don't forget me when your shop comes up with new things in the future."
The disciple was delighted by her words, "I can forget anyone but you, Shopkeeper Xu."
"That's good."
"What are you talking about? You look so happy?" A voice interrupted Xu Jiang, startling her. She turned around and saw it was Wen Hui. "You've come at the right time."
Wen Hui was surprised and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Speaking of this five-colored golden flower silk paper, your orchid book was created from this paper."
"What's wrong with this paper?"
"It was selected as tribute paper."
Wen Hui nodded. When he first heard Xu Jiang talk about this paper, he felt that it was too luxurious and extravagant, not suitable for making orchid books, but it was just right for use in the palace.
"Sir, are you here to discuss the publication of the orchid book?"
"Well, I've found the person who drew the map." Wen Hui bowed to Xu Jiang and thanked him, "I also want to thank Shopkeeper Xu for the connection."
"It's all fate." Xu Jiang greeted the disciples of the paper mill and thanked them again, then led Wen Hui into the bookstore.
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