The waiter's voice was carried lightly in the wind outside, "Not really."
Yu Jiao uttered a light "hmm", feeling a little lost. She couldn't stop the random thoughts in her mind. She was worried that Yu Qizhe might have encountered something in the capital. With his calm temperament, if he was settled in the capital, he would probably send a letter back home to let his family rest assured.
The journey to the capital was long. Although Magistrate Gao had sent people to escort him, there was no telling what might happen along the way. Yu Qizhe was just a weak scholar. The more Yu Jiao thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.
Yu Fuling looked at the expression on her face, stretched out her hand and placed it on the back of Yu Jiao's hand, comforting her, "Perhaps Qi Zhe's letter is on the way. It's a long journey, so it's inevitable that it will take some time."
Yu Jiao pursed her lips and forced a smile.
After returning to the house, Yu Jiao and Yu Fuling got off the carriage. As soon as they entered the door, a waiter came up to them and said, "Boss, the post station delivered a letter today."
Yu Jiao's heart trembled, and her usually calm voice added a touch of anxiety, "Where's the letter?"
The servant took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao took the letter, glanced at the signature on it, paused, and without even going into the yard, she impatiently opened the envelope.
"But did Qizhe write to you?" Yu Fuling asked, unable to hide her excitement.
The familiar handwriting came into view, and Yu Jiao's lips curled up, "It's a letter from him."
It was already dark, and the two lanterns hanging on the door cast dim and blurry light through the watercolor curtains.
Yu Jiao took the letter and walked quickly into the yard.
Aunt Chen heard that Yu Jiao had returned and asked with a smile, "Miss, boss, do you want to set up the dinner?"
Yu Fuling looked at Yu Jiao's hurried look and replied with a smile, "Aunt Chen, please send the food to the back hall."
After entering the back house and sitting down in the hall, Yu Jiao unfolded the paper in her hand again and looked at the contents of the paper with a calm and serious expression.
Yu Fuling came closer to her and also looked at the letter.
The content of the letter was not long. Yu Qizhe said that he had arrived safely in the capital, and Lu Jin helped him rent a small house. Everything was fine with him, so they should not worry.
After Yu Jiao finished reading the letter, she couldn't help but flipping through the envelope again, but there was no extra paper inside. She felt a little disappointed. The letter was too brief. She didn't know if it was because the letter was written in a hurry because the author was in a hurry to send it to Qingzhou.
Fortunately, he was reported to be safe, and knowing that everything was fine in the capital made people feel at ease.
Seeing that Yu Fuling's eyes were still on the letter, Yu Jiao handed the paper to Yu Fuling. Yu Fuling read it carefully again before returning it to Yu Jiao.
Although Yu Jiao felt a little angry, she was very gentle. She put the letter back into the envelope intact and tucked it into her sleeve.
Aunt Chen brought the food over, set the table, and brought in hot water.
After Yu Jiao and Yu Fuling washed their hands, they sat down at the dining table. Yu Fuling said happily, "After dinner, let's go and write back to my younger brother."
Yu Jiao poked a piece of steamed pork ribs with chopsticks and said in a muffled voice, "No reply."
Yu Fuling looked at her and laughed, "What's the matter? Who offended you?"
She served Yu Jiao a bowl of rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice wine, placed it in front of her, and said in a tone of sudden enlightenment, "Oh, I see. It must be that I didn't express my true feelings in the letter!"
Yu Jiao pushed the glutinous rice balls towards Yu Fuling in anger and amusement, "Even if there's food, you can't shut your mouth?"
Although she said she would not reply to Yu Qizhe, after eating and bathing, she returned to her room. She still couldn't help but sit down at the table, pick up the pen and write a reply on the paper. The candlelight was swaying slightly, and before she knew it, Yu Jiao had written a full page.
Her handwriting was all copied from Yu Qizhe's. Although it lacked strong structure, the character shapes showed a similar style.
There are probably many differences between men and women. Women can say a lot about trivial things in their letters. Although Yu Jiao was a little sulky because Yu Qizhe's letter was short, she couldn't help but talk a lot to him as soon as she picked up the pen.
When you care about someone, you can't help but be concerned about every aspect of his life. After mentioning every aspect of his food, clothing, housing and transportation in detail, Yu Jiao started to write about what she was doing in Xixun County.
By the time I finished writing the long reply, the night watchman had already struck the gong at three quarters past midnight in the long streets and alleys.
Yu Jiao pressed the ruler against the side of the paper, letting the ink on it dry, then got up and went to bed.
The second day was a fine day with clear weather. The subtle morning light fell on the patio of the courtyard, bringing with it a sense of warmth, but without the chilly autumn wind of the previous few days.
There was a rustling sound of cleaning in the courtyard. Yu Qizhe got out of bed, got dressed, opened the window, and let go of the foul air that had been thick in the room all night.
The woman who was sweeping the yard heard the noise and looked towards the window, only to see a tall and thin figure standing beside the coffin. The faint morning light cast a shadow on his jade-like white face. His handsome eyebrows and eyes were covered with a faint halo. He was handsome and elegant, not inferior to the gentle and elegant young man of a wealthy family.
Who would have thought that this young man was just a country boy.
The woman smiled and said, "Sir, you woke up so early? I'll get you some water right away."
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