Chapter 12 Sir, you won’t play the piano today?
Sang Ru took the kite handed to him by his wife in a daze, not understanding what she meant. It was obviously his wife who was supposed to fly the kite, so why did he become the one to fly it?
The white-clothed man's lips curved up, but he saw through her situation but didn't say anything. Seeing Yu Qinghuan holding up her unmarried woman's hair, he asked curiously, "Young lady, are you from the Ningyuan Marquis' Mansion?"
He remembered that there were only two young masters in the Ningyuan Marquis' Mansion and no female relatives of this age.
Yu Qinghuan responded, "The kite fell, disturbing..."
Before she finished her words, she heard the man in front of her shout "Be careful" at her.
Before Yu Qinghuan could react, she saw the man suddenly raise his hand and grab a leaf that was about to pass over her eyebrows.
The fragrance of agarwood from the man's sleeves suddenly lingered on her breath. She hurriedly took a half step back, trying to distance herself from him, but accidentally stepped on the withered yellow leaves on the ground.
The man was slightly startled, then realized that he had been rude. He smiled apologetically and said, "The yard has not been taken care of for a long time. I am sorry to have embarrassed you, young lady."
Yu Qinghuan asked curiously, "Were you the one playing the piano last night?"
The man was silent for a moment, "Did you disturb the girl?"
Yu Qinghuan shook her head. She should thank this man, otherwise she would not know what Xie Zhili would have seduced her into doing last night. She was really bewitched last night and even had dreams in the second half of the night.
Thinking that she hadn't heard any piano music today, she asked, "I heard people in the village say there's piano music every day. Why aren't you playing it today?"
"It's not that I don't want to play it, it's just..." The man turned his head and his eyes fell on the guzheng lying on the stone table. Yu Qinghuan also looked there, only to see that two strings of the guzheng were broken.
No wonder I didn’t hear the sound of the piano today, it’s because the piano is broken.
She used to have the habit of practicing the piano every day, and she knew that it would be hard for a piano lover to feel bad if the piano broke. She immediately said, "If you don't mind, I have some spare strings that I can lend you."
The servant beside him was about to speak when he was stopped by the man's eyes.
The man smiled and said, "Thank you, young lady."
Yu Qinghuan immediately asked Sang Ru to go back to the village to get the strings of the zither.
Sang Ru hesitated to speak. The strings for the zither were found by the Marquis with great effort during his lifetime. The lady herself was reluctant to use them at first, so how could she just give them away like that?
What she didn't know was that for Yu Qinghuan back then, what she couldn't bear to give up was Xie Zhiwen's sincerity, but now that he was gone, she couldn't muster the interest to play the piano after seeing these things.
Sang Ru sighed inwardly and had no choice but to take the kite and go back to the village alone to get the strings for the zither.
The two sat down in the yard, and the man said slowly, "My name is Mu Huaian. I haven't asked for your name, young lady?"
Mu Huaian?
Yu Qinghuan felt vaguely familiar with the name, as if she had heard it before, but she couldn't remember it for a moment. She curved her lips and smiled, "Yu Qinghuan."
Mu Huaian's eyes softened. "A lamp of pure joy outside the misty rain, a half-window of pine wind, a pillow of book to sleep... Miss Yu has a good name."
His voice is gentle and makes people feel comfortable when listening to it.
Sang Ru quickly took the strings back and watched Mu Huaian replace the strings. Then he looked at his wife, who looked as usual.
It was clear that a month ago, the lady often held this bundle of strings and was distressed, but now she just gave it away. Has she really gotten over the grief of the Marquis' death?
The sound of the piano rang out again, and this time it sounded more real. Yu Qinghuan sat aside, watching Mu Huaian sitting under a tree and playing the piano. The falling leaves flying all over the yard made his piano music even more desolate, with an indescribable sorrow.
She was puzzled, but even more curious about what was bothering such a bright and beautiful person.
After the song ended, Mu Huaian withdrew his hand, concealing the depression in his eyes, and smiled at Yu Qinghuan who was listening to him playing the piano quietly, "Miss Yu's strings are very good. I use them very well. Thank you."
Yu Qinghuan's eyes were filled with interest, and he had already forgotten about the kite. "Mr. Mu is a great zither player. If you want to thank me, why not play a couple more songs as a thank you gift?"
The smile on Mu Huaian's lips widened, "Miss Meng didn't abandon me, Huaian is lucky."
The servant standing by the side saw that his master was in a rare good mood and could not bear to disturb him. He thought that it must be because of Miss Yu. In fact, he was also happy to see that the master had a girl he wanted to get close to.
However, the young master had not been out for a long time and did not know the identity of Miss Yu, but he knew it clearly.
Mu Huaian played several pieces of music in a row, and Yu Qinghuan listened attentively, eating with the cakes brought by the servants. Only when the sun set did she realize how quickly time had passed.
She stood up and brushed off the fallen leaves on her body. It was rare to meet someone who was so to her taste, so she decided to make friends with him.
Yu Qinghuan smiled and said, "Mr. Mu, I enjoyed listening to you today. But it's getting late. I'll play for you another day."
Mu Huaian smiled and nodded slowly in agreement, "It's a deal."
Yu Qinghuan: "It's a deal."
After sending the master and servant away, Mu Huaian was still sitting in the yard, looking at the guzheng in front of him. Thinking of the two sentences on the kite, he smiled unconsciously.
She is truly a straightforward girl.
Thinking of Yu Qinghuan sitting in front of him and smiling, with such a beautiful face... his hand unconsciously touched the half mask, and the smile on his face disappeared.
The servant returned from escorting someone and saw his master's hand resting on the mask. He felt sorry for her and said, "Miss Yu gave me the zither strings. I think she wants to make friends with her. Why don't you interact with her more?"
Mu Huaian pursed his lips slightly, self-mockery overflowing from his eyes, "If she saw the other half of my face, I'm afraid she would avoid me as much as possible."
The servant couldn't bear to see his young master so lonely and distressed. It was rare to have someone to talk to and play the zither with. "Young master, do you know who Miss Yu is?"
Mu Huaian then raised his eyes and looked at the servant, "Who is it?"
The servant said bluntly, "This Miss Yu is the wife that the late Ningyuan Marquis married into the Marquis's mansion last year."
Mu Huaian paused for a moment, "Xie Zhiwen is dead?"
The servant nodded, "Miss Yu was widowed at a young age. Now she's here at the manor. I'm afraid she was driven here by the old lady of the Marquisate who lost her son. She probably won't be able to return to the capital from now on."
The implication was that if his young master could get along well with Miss Yu, they might as well get closer, since Marquis Ningyuan had been dead for half a year anyway.
Mu Huaian's fingertips fell on the strings of the piano. She was also a miserable person.
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As soon as Yu Qinghuan and Sang Ru returned to the farm, they saw Xie Zhili's carriage driving into the farm.
Xie Zhili got off the carriage and saw a thin figure standing not far away, looking at him. This was the first time he had experienced the feeling of having someone waiting for him when he returned home, and he felt inexplicably comfortable.
He walked quickly towards Yu Qinghuan and asked with a smile, "Are you waiting here for me to come home?"
A smile flashed in Yu Qinghuan's eyes, but she didn't answer him and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"
"Not yet." Xie Zhili said as he took off his cloak and put it on Yu Qinghuan in front of him, and carefully tied it for her. His voice was cold, but it was full of concern: "It's cold, take care of yourself."
Sang Ru's eyes widened. In this bright and clear world, with people coming and going in the village, the Second Master was too arrogant!
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