"Look at you showing off like that!" Fang Chengyin glared at him, but she was feeling extremely happy in her heart.
"Of course I have the capital to show off because I can marry such a good wife!" Kong Wenjie was so happy that he immediately hugged Fang Chengyin and went home happily.
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Chenjiatun.
The guard dragged the drunk Kong Wenmin into the room. Chen Qingxuan sent the guard back, and then looked at the man dancing on the kang with a gloomy face. He always knew that Kong Wenmin was a man of few tempers, otherwise he would not have crawled under the table after being drunk by him. But he had no idea that this man would be like this after being drunk. Just now in the carriage, he was shouting and laughing, and singing "The Pretty Farmer". Even though the guard had a serious face and did not change his expression all the way, Chen Qingxuan knew that the guard must be laughing so hard at this moment. It was so embarrassing!
Chen Qingxuan sat on a chair and watched Kong Wenmin going crazy on the kang. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. Kong Wenmin's voice gradually became lower. The sound of sporadic firecrackers could be heard outside. The room was pitch black, and there was no other sound except Kong Wenmin's occasional mumbling. Somehow, Chen Qingxuan looked at the outline of the man on the kang, and felt a strong sense of loneliness in his heart. Not only did he feel lonely, but he also felt that the man was lonely.
He took off his heavy cloak, lit a candle, and carried the candlestick all the way to the side room, which used to be Grandma Chen's bedroom. It was now cleaned up and the simple furniture was the same as before. Even the green bed sheet with flowers on it was still there. Chen Qingxuan stared at the overly neat bedding in a daze. After a while, he let out a light breath, then put the candlestick on the table. He walked towards the kang step by step and sat on it.
"Grandma," he couldn't say anything more as soon as he opened his mouth. He raised his head in a hurry, trying to hold back his tears. But when he saw the incense burner and the offerings on the table, he couldn't stop crying. Then he covered his face, fell on the green kang with flowers, and sobbed, "Grandma, last year, Qingtong had an accident. I was so sad and angry, and I had to rush to the capital to take the exam. I couldn't spend the New Year with you properly..."
Unable to say any more, Chen Qingxuan reached out and pulled the torn pillow with cotton wool showing through it into his arms, crying until his whole body was shaking.
He had wanted to cry like this for a long time.
But he couldn't cry easily. He was no longer a sour scholar who was ignored by everyone. He was a high-ranking official of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a role model for many scholars, and was watched by so many eyes. He also had the trust of Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya, so he couldn't cry and lose face for the Great Zhou Dynasty.
But at this moment, in this simple and cramped room, he can cry as much as he wants and vent his guilt, indebtedness, self-blame, confusion, depression... all kinds of complex emotions intertwined. Here, he is not the Minister of Rites, he is just a child who has lost his loved ones and does not know where to go.
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After crying enough, Chen Qingxuan lay quietly on the kang for a long time. Listening to the increasingly louder and more frequent sounds of firecrackers outside, he slowly sat up, then went to the outer hall to wash his face, and returned to the dormitory. As soon as he opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit his nose. Chen Qingxuan did not feel disgusted as before. He walked over step by step, squatted in front of the kang, and looked at the sleeping face of the man.
This face was undoubtedly familiar to him, but when he looked at it face to face, Chen Qingxuan felt a little strange and emotional in his heart. It turned out that Kong Wenmin had also cried. The tear marks from his eye sockets to his nose wings were so obvious. No one knew when he started crying, let alone what he was crying about. Chen Qingxuan threw a handkerchief over and gently wiped his face. When he was wiping his mouth, he heard another hoarse sigh from under the handkerchief.
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