Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Silly Nong Nong
Qin Jingyao raised his eyebrows slightly, curled his lips, and closed his eyes as he was told. The surroundings were dark, and he could only hear the rustling of clothes. Then the fragrance of flowers and sandalwood suddenly approached, and his breath could not help but be choked.
Before I could figure out what was going on, a warm and delicate hand pulled my left hand out from behind my back. Then, my wrist felt cold for a moment, and then it felt soft and light, and then it was wrapped around me.
The feeling of being bound, yet not completely bound, is vague and present.
Suddenly, there was a conflict. The hand holding each other was empty. The empty hand paused slightly. At this moment, a light and soft female voice sounded.
"You can open your eyes now, look!"
Qin Jingyao opened his eyes in response, and saw a particularly white wrist in the afterglow.
On his thin wrist, which was only half a finger long, he wore a crimson bodhi bracelet the size of a mung bean.
The pure white and bright red complement each other, the clear and rich colors are unique.
The radiances shine upon each other in a beauty beyond words.
Lan Nongnong shook her wrist, then grabbed his hanging hand and placed it next to her own raised arm. The two arms, one fair and delicate, the other slightly strong, one hard and one soft, were a perfect match.
She nodded in satisfaction, raised both of their arms, and looked up as if to ask for credit, her smile bright and lively. "In mythology, the old man of the moon would tie the red thread for lovers to achieve a happy marriage. Although there is no old man of the moon in the world to tie the love, I can personally weave a bracelet for us and tie the red thread for us!"
As she spoke, she shook both of their wrists. At the end of the bracelet, about half a finger long, was a piece of white jade the size of her little finger's hook. When they touched each other, they made a pleasant tinkling sound.
"I soaked the rope inside with flower juice for several days, and it has a very pleasant fragrance. I also colored and glazed the beads myself. Although I was unable to offer it to the Buddha for a full time, my heartfelt gratitude is enough."
"Look, they match so well. They smell nice, look beautiful, and when they touch each other, the sound is crisp and pleasant!"
Qin Jingyao doesn't like wearing jewelry on his hands. In his eyes, there is no difference between rare treasures, exquisite works of art, or simple things on the wrist.
She was very happy, like a child who had found a treasure she had always dreamed of. She couldn't stop comparing their wrists. The dimples on her smiling face seemed to be sweet enough to penetrate people's hearts.
Because of this unbearable love, this ordinary bracelet is given unique preciousness.
In the faint fragrance of flowers, he lifted the jade piece with his long fingers and touched it subconsciously because of its not smooth touch.
Suddenly, his fingertips paused, he looked up at her, then lowered his eyes and looked at her, the childish yet beautiful word "Jing" suddenly caught his eye.
The jade piece was so small that it was not even half the size of his fingertip and was so thin that it could almost see through his skin. To carve words on a piece of jade of this size, one needed a steady hand, sharp eyes, even strength, and a calm mind. None of these four could be missing.
To a skilled craftsman, this is a trivial skill not worth mentioning. However, to a layman, even getting started will take time.
One can imagine how much effort was put into carving it into its current appearance.
She is naturally bright and lively, and every time I see her, I always have wonderful thoughts dancing in my mind, like a carefree young bird in the forest, wandering freely between heaven and earth.
I never thought that I could calm down and do such a boring thing.
Qin Jingyao watched quietly, his expression in his lowered eyes unknown to anyone. After a moment, he picked up another piece with his fingertips. It was tender and delicate, and it was obvious at a glance that it was written by the same person. The thick characters were indeed eye-catching.
The afterglow painted a golden edge on his elegant eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly warmed up, and a faint smile appeared on his frosty outline.
Lan Nongnong had been paying attention to his expression, knowing that he had discovered her little thoughts. Her cheeks felt hot, as if the warmth of the sunset had suddenly gathered and covered her. But she couldn't wait to spread the jade piece on her wrist in her palm, tapping it lightly with her slender index finger and said,
"These two bodhi bracelets have our names engraved on the jade pieces. Every time the jade pieces touch each other gently, making a crisp sound, it means that our love has deepened."
"If the beads fade or the knots fray, you can always come to me for replacements. But you must cherish this piece of jade. I wasted a lot of jade just to carve these two small words, and it took me two full days to complete it."
As he spoke, he raised his hands, slightly spreading his fingers. A tiny wound as thin as a hair, peeling and revealing its pinkish skin, was hidden on the inside of his fingers.
Not to mention how she practiced with the stone before carving the jade, just to find a beautiful jade that could be used on the bracelet, she went to many jade shops, paid the money, and asked for it to be polished into the shape she wanted. She also spent a lot of effort to successfully carve their names on such a thin piece of jade.
She was now self-sufficient and even had a small fortune, but jade was priceless, and just this piece of mutton-fat jade, the size of her fingertip, cost her a lot of her family fortune.
The jade pieces were thin and fragile, so it was inevitable that they would be bumped. As long as nothing happened in the short term, and she saved more money, she would get used to it and wouldn't need to be so careful.
Qin Jingyao had expected it to be difficult, but when he saw the many fine scars on her hands, his heart was touched. He held her soft fingers in his palm and raised them to his eyes, frowning slightly.
The scar was small and hidden on the inside. When we met on weekdays, she was able to endure the pain without showing any clues.
As dusk falls, smoke from cooking fires gradually rises.
The red rope sways, and the jade pieces collide with the bracelet, making a tinkling sound. The sound is crisp and delicate, with a lingering sound that goes straight into people's hearts.
"If you like these, just tell me. My fingers are connected to my heart, and it hurts every time. It's so strong, how can I bear it?"
The soft voice was filled with tenderness. Qin Jingyao sighed softly, clasped his slender white jade fingers in his palms, and looked up at her. He saw a sweet and innocent smile on her fair and beautiful face.
His heart softened suddenly, and he smiled, stretching out his arms. His clothes and jade pieces rustled, and he had already embraced the innocent and lovely woman in his arms.
The palm covered with green veins covered the top of the woman's head, which was only up to her neck. He patted her lovingly and sighed softly with a smile: "Silly Nong Nong,"
Lan Nongnong nestled in his arms, her whole body feeling cramped and hot, her cheeks burning like fire, her eyelashes fluttering, but she slowly stretched out her hands, shyly but firmly hugging him, and at the same time raised her face from the crook of his neck that exuded a refreshing and light fragrance.
Her face is as delicate as jade and her cheeks are as rosy as stars. Her eyes are focused and pure. Her lips, which have been lightly bitten, are pink and crystal clear. In the darkening sky, her whole face is delicate and charming, which is very captivating.
"I'm not stupid. If I were, I wouldn't tell you about the injury on my hand. Besides, it's just a small injury. I can't afford an expensive gift right now. Even if I could, the meaning of a gift that can be bought with money is completely incomparable to a gift made by hand."
"The former is just an object with no substance, but the latter carries all my thoughts and feelings. When you see it, you will remember how I carved it piece by piece, and the carefulness and expectation I put into it at that time."
Although Lan Nongnong is just beginning to fall in love, she also knows that silent dedication cannot move others except for her own care. Just as she fell in love with him at first sight, she did not hesitate to take the initiative. Since she chose to be brave, she naturally wanted to let him know her feelings.
Her eyes suddenly flickered, seemingly innocent, but the smile on her face was incomparably cunning: "I have already given you my token of love. Since I can't bear it, how are you going to compensate me?"
Qin Jingyao had expected this, and with a smile in his eyes, he looked calm. Just as he was about to answer, Lan Nongnong suddenly raised her index finger to his lips and couldn't help but smile. "Let me make it clear first, bought items don't count. It doesn't matter how expensive they are. As long as they are made by you, they are priceless in my opinion."
After saying that, without waiting for him to speak, she loosened her hand and twisted slightly to withdraw from his arms. Her gesture was crisp and clear, and there was always a hint of reluctance in the movement of withdrawing her hand.
Lan Nongnong turned around and took out the packages prepared by her aunts from the car. She put it on her shoulder and took out the yellow-brown food box on the top of the wicker basket. The box was engraved with pear blossom patterns, shaped like petals. Although it was only the size of a palm, it was exquisite enough.
Without further ado, she handed it to him and said, "This is the pear blossom cake that Aunt Yunming made especially for me. I picked the pear blossoms this morning. From the raw materials to the production, it is purely handmade, pure natural, and pollution-free. It has a soft and glutinous texture, a refreshing fragrance, and is not greasy. It is sweet to the heart, satisfying your appetite and nourishing to the lungs."
"Go back and taste it carefully. I'll ask you about its taste tomorrow."
She finished her little chatter, then looked around, thinking of avoiding suspicion, "It's getting late. You've worked hard on the car, so go back quickly. I want to go back too."
"See you tomorrow."
Lan Nongnong said this with a smile, waved at him, turned around, her silk scarf rustling in the wind, and she trotted off into the alley.
The laughter and voices that had just echoed at the entrance of the alley suddenly fell silent. The warm fragrance of the girl's clothes was blown away by the evening breeze, leaving only the sweet aroma of uneaten cakes in the lunch box, floating faintly in the deepening dusk, evoking a sense of loneliness.
The smile on Qin Jingyao's face dissipated like the receding tide, and the aura around him became increasingly indifferent. He lowered his eyes to glance at the food box in his hand, and with a slight movement of his wrist, the jade piece made a slight sound.
After a while, he raised his head, and the warm yellow figure had completely disappeared.
"Let's go."
After the faint words fell, Tongze, who had been hiding in the dark, came up to him in a few breaths, took the food box, took out the stool, lowered his head and waited for him to sit firmly in the car, then turned around, took the stool and got in the car.
There was only a low roar, the sound of horse hooves clattering, and the rumbling of wheels.
After a while, the alley entrance returned to silence. The alley, which had been deserted for who knows when, gradually began to move. The air seemed to begin to flow, and the cries of vendors rang out from the corner, bringing life back to normal.
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Qingwu Street, Yuqing Courtyard,
Yan Feng stood guard outside the gate, welcoming the man in. He bowed slightly and clasped his fists, saying, "Your Excellency, although the man hasn't spoken yet, he attempted to bite his tongue to commit suicide at twilight. Fortunately, he was stopped by the guards. I suspect that since he couldn't withstand the torture, he will soon speak."
Qin Jingyao had a calm expression on his face. He turned around, walked around the garden and through the corridor, and came to a square courtyard with a blue brick floor. The brick joints were so clean that there was not a single weed. Under the high wall, more than a dozen guards in tight uniforms stood with their swords drawn. Their hawk-like gazes swept across the sky, and wherever they looked, the dust stagnated and the air held its breath.
As he approached, two guards pushed open the gate, and four guards followed him in, and the gate closed immediately.
The windows and doors of the house were covered with black cloth. As the visitor lit a candle, the light spread. In the empty house, there was only an iron chain as thick as a bowl dragging down from the high beam.
A bloodstained human figure suddenly appeared, and its body suddenly convulsed violently due to the stimulation of the light, squeezing out a broken hoarse sound, and the iron chains made a sharp friction sound that made one's teeth ache.
The dark ebony armchair was silently placed behind him. Qin Jingyao sat down leisurely, leaning back and casually placing his hands on the armrests. The click sound was particularly eye-catching in the dead silence of the room. He lowered his eyes and glanced at it. The mutton-fat jade piece hanging under the bracelet on his wrist swayed lightly in the air.
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