What he didn't expect was that this sentence to coax the child had a miraculous effect. After hearing it, the woman in white actually stopped crying slowly.
Alas! Zhang Shixun sighed softly. Women are really unpredictable. You can never guess what they will do.
"Sir, I'm sorry!"
Zhang Shixun sighed, "It's just a little mouse, how could it scare you like this?"
"I...I've been terrified of mice since I was a kid. I'm terrified of them."
Zhang Shixun thought it was ridiculous. "Ghosts didn't scare you to death, but mice did. You are a woman who is more afraid of mice than ghosts."
"Don't you know that all women in the world are afraid of mice?" the woman defended herself.
"Not necessarily! As far as I know, many women are not afraid of rats. There are even women who eat rats. Have you heard of it?" Zhang Shixun thought of the female foodies in later generations.
"Ah! Eating rats?" The woman retched upon hearing this.
Zhang Shixun was also disgusted by the topic of eating rats. He waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. I'm going to find a tinderbox."
Zhang Shixun walked to the table and fumbled around for a while. After a while, he touched something like a small stick. He pinched it and found it should be a fire starter.
He had seen ancient people use tinder in a TV drama, so he tried blowing on it a few times with his mouth, and a small flame appeared.
The woman in white cheered and quickly brought the candle over.
When the candles were lit, the embroidery building was filled with light.
They had been tossing and turning in the dark for most of the night and had been looking forward to seeing the light. When the candle was lit, excitement was evident on their faces and they smiled at each other.
Then, both of them were stunned.
"It's so beautiful." Zhang Shixun exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
He had never seen such an extraordinary woman.
Zhang Shixun tried his best to search for words in his mind to describe beautiful women, but words like "beautiful" and "pretty" were not enough to describe this kind of beauty. It seemed that all the words used to describe women seemed so pale when used on her.
He finally discovered that there is a kind of beauty that is difficult to describe in words.
The woman in white saw his stunned look, smiled sweetly, knelt down and bowed to him, "Thank you for your help tonight, sir. I am honored to be here."
Zhang Shixun bowed in return, "You are welcome, my lady. I only helped with a small favor. It's not worth mentioning."
Seeing that there was still blood under his nose, the woman in white took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to him, saying gently, "You bumped your nose when you went upstairs just now. Wipe it quickly."
"Thank you!" Zhang Shixun reached out to take the handkerchief, wiped it carefully, and after finishing, he stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeve.
Keep it as a souvenir, who knows if we will have the chance to meet again in the future.
The woman in white watched him stuff the handkerchief into his sleeve, opened her mouth, but said nothing.
Zhang Shixun smiled secretly: I have done so many things for you tonight. Even if I have not made any credit, I have worked hard. It is not too much to ask for some compensation.
The woman in white looked up at the clothes hanging on the rope and said with a wry smile, "Sister, really, why are you hanging clothes on a rope in the house?"
As he spoke, he took off the clothes and habitually tried them on himself.
"This dress suits you very well." Zhang Shixun said from the side: "Your clothes are already wet, why don't you change into your sister's clothes? It would be terrible if you get sick."
The woman in white agreed with this. She had already felt cold all over, but when she looked around, an embarrassment appeared on her face.
Zhang Shixun understood, of course, and said, "I'll go downstairs. You close the door and change your clothes."
"Thank you, sir!" The woman in white was very grateful.
When he reached the door of the embroidery building, the woman in white called out from behind him, "Master...Master."
"Is there something wrong?" Zhang Shixun turned around and looked at her.
"I..." The woman hesitated to speak.
Zhang Shixun's heartbeat intensified, and he thought to himself: Is she going to...
As he thought about it, he subconsciously looked towards the bed.
Under the candlelight, a bright red curtain hung above the embroidered bed, and on the bed were bright red pillows and a mandarin duck quilt, which easily made people imagine...
Just as he was lost in thought, he heard the woman in white timidly say, "I'm afraid of mice. Can you make some noise outside the door?"
Wrong idea.
Zhang Shixun felt slightly disappointed, but also relieved.
Subconsciously, he didn't want her to be a frivolous woman.
Zhang Shixun put his dirty thoughts aside and asked with a smile, "Tell me, how loud a noise do you want? I'm very good at making a noise. I showed it when I kicked the door just now."
The woman in white laughed and said teasingly, "You can make trouble as much as you want, as long as you don't tear down the embroidery building."
Zhang Shixun laughed heartily and said, "I'm not a rude person. I kicked the door today because I had no choice..."
The woman in white covered her mouth and laughed, but did not say anything.
Zhang Shixun suddenly saw a pipa placed on the bedside, and an idea came to his mind. "I have an idea that will satisfy both of us. I wonder if you would like it."
"Tell me about it." The woman in white looked at him with a little curiosity.
Zhang Shixun pointed to the pipa beside the bed and said, "If you'd like, how about I play the pipa for you? That's a noise, much more elegant than kicking the door."
His parents are both professors in the music department of a university, so he has a family background in music. He himself is also a graduate of a music college and has worked hard on the pipa. Although his playing skills cannot be said to be advanced, he can at least be considered to have a basic understanding of the art.
If I didn't have other ambitions, becoming a professional performer would not be a problem at all.
The woman in white was overjoyed when she heard that he could play the pipa. "You can play the pipa?"
"No!" Zhang Shixun teased her deliberately.
"Oh!" The woman in white was slightly disappointed and said, "Just play whatever you want."
The implication is that as long as you can make some noise, it's fine.
When Zhang Shixun picked up the pipa, he felt its weight. At least the material of the pipa was good.
The woman in white asked, "It's so dark downstairs, how can you play the piano?"
"Well..." Zhang Shixun scratched his head, stole a glance at the woman in white, and said tentatively: "If you believe me, I will sit by the door, play the piano with my back to you, and never look back. What do you think...?"
"Okay." The woman in white hesitated, then nodded and said, "I trust you, so it's fine."
Zhang Shixun was delighted to see that she agreed. He took the pipa in one hand and a stool in the other, and came to the door and sat down with his back to the woman in white. He tuned the strings and asked her without turning his head, "What song do you like to listen to?"
"Whatever, as long as there's movement," the woman replied with a smile.
Zhang Shixun tuned the strings, listened to the sound of rain outside, regulated his breathing, thought for a moment, and thought: It is obviously not appropriate to play songs like "The Eastward Flowing River" for such a delicate beauty, and I don't want to play those songs that are whining without any reason. What should I play?
As he pondered, he subconsciously plucked the strings of the zither, thinking of his parents and relatives in another time and space. A myriad of thoughts coursed through his mind, and a string of clear notes burst forth like pearls on a jade plate. First, there was a beautiful and melodious prelude, and then, accompanied by the zither, his slightly hoarse voice echoed in the embroidered building...
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