Chapter 75: Ghostwriting is far away, but it is right before our eyes. ...
When I returned home in the evening, the carriage stopped at the door.
Hearing her daughter's familiar laughter, Song Baoyuan did not rush to get off the carriage, but instead lifted the curtain.
The first person that caught my eye was Jiang Keyu.
The door to the house is open.
Perhaps because of his injuries, or perhaps because he was just such a serious person, Jiang Keyu, dressed in a wide-sleeved green robe, sat upright on the threshold. He wore a faint smile as he looked at his daughter, who was clutching a small whip and spinning a top with all her might.
Jiang Suisui heard the sound of wheels and looked up, "Mom!"
She immediately dropped the spinning top in her hand and ran towards the carriage impatiently.
Seeing this, Song Baoyuan hurriedly got out of the car and caught her daughter.
Jiang Keyu held onto the door frame and slowly stood up, only to see her son running out of the carriage.
more than.
Following behind was... the guy named Xie from next door.
His smile froze immediately.
At the foot of the stairs, they inexplicably looked like a family of four who had just reunited.
"Dad, you're back!" Jiang Chengyou ran up the stairs first.
"Um."
Jiang Keyu responded perfunctorily, her eyes still fixed on the two people in front of the carriage who seemed to be saying goodbye.
Song Baoyuan finally turned around and walked home with her daughter. When they reached her, she asked in confusion, "Why aren't you resting in your room?"
Jiang Keyu came back to her senses and said, "It's a bit boring, and Sui Sui doesn't like staying indoors."
"oh."
"Why did Mr. Xie come back with you?" Jiang Keyu asked in a normal tone.
Song Baoyuan slowed down her pace to accommodate him. "He was also at the teahouse today, chatting with scholars from all over the world about history and present times, and he's attracted quite a few new customers. Since we're on the way, we came back together."
"Did he accompany you to pick up Chengcheng?"
"Um."
"Then he's quite free."
Song Baoyuan: “?”
There was no emotion in his tone, but something felt strange, and I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Are you tired?" Jiang Keyu asked softly.
"fine."
"Change your clothes and get ready for dinner."
Song Baoyuan felt a little dazed. It seemed that she was the one who said these words in the past, but now the day has come when the opposite happened.
She went into the house, changed her clothes, and took the child to wash his hands.
Jiang Keyu waited alone at the table, looking outside with boredom. Not long after, a white-haired cat jumped onto the wall, attracting his attention.
"Fubao!"
Jiang Chengyou, who ran back first, happily raised his hand to greet everyone and gave a warm welcome.
Jiang Keyu frowned, "Jiang Chengyou!"
Jiang Chengyou was startled when he heard the stern shout, and stood there obediently as if he was being punished.
"come over."
Jiang Chengyou took a nostalgic look at Fubao who jumped to his side, and slowly moved his feet.
Seeing that he was reluctant, Jiang Keyu became more depressed and said, "Come here, you are not allowed to play with that cat."
"Why?"
"Because..." Jiang Keyu was speechless for a moment, and after a while she said, "Dirty."
Jiang Chengyou tilted his head, looked at Fubao carefully, and muttered, "Where is it dirty?"
"You're not allowed to play with it anyway."
Jiang Chengyou frowned, dissatisfied but not daring to refute.
After a long while, he came over and looked up and said, "Then Dad, play with me!"
Jiang Keyu reached out and pinched his face, "What do you want Dad to play with you?"
"Play, play..." Jiang Chengyou looked around and suddenly an idea came to him, his eyes shining, "Cuju!"
Jiang Keyu raised her eyebrows, feeling a little embarrassed.
It’s not that I don’t want to, but wouldn’t that be a revelation?
He didn't agree for a long time. Jiang Chengyou had the answer in his heart and pouted, "I knew that Daddy only plays with his sister."
Jiang Keyu was stunned. "How could that be?"
He pulled his son closer and said, "Dad takes care of your sister more because you are not a child anymore. You can't indulge in fun all day, and you can't let Daddy and Mommy always be around you."
"oh."
Jiang Chengyou puffed up his cheeks, looking unhappy.
Jiang Keyu frowned. He was like this when he was a child, but why was it so different when it came to his son?
"Okay." He couldn't bear it any longer and compromised, "Daddy can play Cuju with you."
"Really?" Jiang Chengyou suddenly looked up, his eyes wide in disbelief.
Jiang Keyu felt guilty at his reaction and lowered her voice, "But, not today. I have to wait until your mother leaves. Besides, I can't tell your mother."
Jiang Chengyou blinked his eyes, lay on his father's lap, stretched his neck, and asked in a very low voice: "Why can't you let Mom know?"
"Because, Dad can't play around too much." Jiang Keyu said seriously.
Jiang Chengyou chuckled and asked, "Daddy, are you afraid of Mom?"
"How could that be!" Jiang Keyu suddenly raised her voice, as if to show her confidence, "What is there for your mother to be afraid of?"
Jiang Chengyou opened his eyes wide and shouted with all his strength, "Mom!"
"Huh?"
Jiang Keyu was inexplicably panicked and subconsciously covered her son's mouth.
Jiang Chengyou's smile grew even brighter. He pulled his father's hand away, as if he had discovered the most interesting thing in the world. "Daddy is afraid of Mommy!"
"Nonsense!" Jiang Keyu was furious. "No!"
Having said that, as soon as Jiang Chengyou showed any sign of shouting "Mom", Jiang Keyu would immediately cover his mouth.
He also threatened, "Do you still want to play Cuju?"
Jiang Chengyou banged his head like a chicken pecking at rice.
Jiang Keyu turned and pinched his face, saying sternly, "Don't tell your mother."
"Okay." Jiang Chengyou was forced to pout, "Then this is a secret between Daddy and me."
"Um."
"Do dad and sister have a secret?"
Jiang Keyu loosened her grip on his face and hugged him instead, allowing him to use the force to climb onto her legs. "No."
Jiang Chengyou became even happier when he heard this.
Jiang Keyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You're still trying to compare yourself to your sister. You're so petty. Is she my biological child?"
Jiang Chengyou arched his nose, paused for a moment, and then looked up to the sky and shouted: "Mom! Dad said I'm wuwu!"
Caught off guard, Jiang Keyu was startled and pressed him against her chest in a panic.
Song Baoyuan, who came back with her daughter, was surprised and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
Jiang Keyu remained calm and looked down at Jiang Chengyou.
Song Baoyuan asked uncertainly: "Did Chengcheng call me just now?"
"No." Jiang Keyu said, tentatively letting go and slightly raising the corners of her eyes.
Jiang Chengyou grinned, sat on his father's lap and said obediently: "I didn't call you mother."
Jiang Keyu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Chengcheng." Song Baoyuan held her daughter and sat down, reminding her, "Don't get so close to Daddy. Daddy is injured."
"Injured?" Jiang Chengyou thought for a moment, his eyes filled with curiosity. "So, is Daddy going to die?"
Jiang Keyu: “…”
Sounds quite exciting.
"Um!"
Jiang Chengyou, whose ears were pulled, pouted.
Jiang Keyu laughed angrily, "Say it again?"
“Woo!”
Jiang Suisui, who was standing by, burst into tears without warning, "I don't want Daddy to die!"
Jiang Chengyou shrank his neck in fear, Jiang Keyu was even more stunned, and Song Baoyuan held her forehead helplessly.
"Without Suisui, Daddy won't die."
"Don't cry, Sui Sui. Isn't Daddy here?"
"Don't cry!"
After her parents and her brother tried to comfort her, Jiang Suisui still burst into tears.
*
At night, the child had been put to sleep, and Jiang Keyu sat alone in the room, turning half a jade pendant nimbly with her fingers.
Liu'an knocked on the door and entered, "My dear."
"how's it going?"
"Marquis Pingyuan knows you're here, so he naturally doesn't dare to disturb us again."
Jiang Keyu nodded, and after a while, asked again: "Is the young lady asleep?"
"When I passed by just now, I saw the young lady still in the yard, feeding the cat."
"Hey cat? Where did the cat come from?"
"Where else could it have come from? It's the one next door."
Jiang Keyu casually threw the jade pendant on the table, making a crisp "bang" sound. "Why does she like that thing? What's so rare about it?"
Liu'an disagreed, "That raccoon girl is indeed beautiful, very rare."
Suddenly he felt a chill on his back and noticed the cold gaze. He pursed his lips and dared not say anything more.
Jiang Keyu glanced around the room, seeming to be lost in thought.
He finally looked at the paper and pen on the table and said, "Go, make another trip for me."
…
In the yard, Song Baoyuan, who had already taken a bath, had her hair half loose and was wrapped in a cloak.
She used a handkerchief to cushion her hands and lifted up Fubao who was still wandering in the corner.
He asked in a low voice: "Are you full?"
"Meow."
"It's time for you to go home and sleep." Song Baoyuan touched Fubao's head and thought to herself that it felt really good.
She squatted down, picked up a stone, and threw it hard to the other side of the wall.
Soon, a pair of graceful hands climbed up the wall. Soon, Xie Yuchao poked his head out.
Song Baoyuan laughed, full of confusion, "Why don't you go through the main door?"
"It's too far." Xie Yuchao leaned against the wall, his long hair hanging down. "I'm afraid you can't wait."
Song Baoyuan handed him the Fubao in her hand and asked with interest, "Master Xie, do you know who are the people who often climb over the wall?"
Xie Yuchao held Fubao in his arms, rested his chin on its head, blinked, and thought seriously.
"Yes, scholar?"
Song Baoyuan frowned, feigning confusion, "Mr. Xie, which scholar have you heard of who likes to climb over walls?"
"It's far away, yet it's right before our eyes."
Xie Yuchao spoke in a relaxed tone, his eyebrows slightly curved.
"Oh!" Song Baoyuan seemed to have suddenly realized something. "I almost forgot that Master Xie not only likes to climb walls, but he can also climb trees."
She spoke each word carefully, and said teasingly, "It's really powerful."
"Ahem."
Xie Yuchao deliberately adjusted his posture, holding Fubao down as he and Fubao humbly bowed their heads, and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Madam Song."
When he looked up again, he happened to meet Song Baoyuan's smiling eyes.
"Miss!"
The sudden call startled the two of them and they looked sideways.
Qiao Yue ran over and said, "Miss, Liu'an just asked if you had a rest. He said that the master has an important confidential letter to send today, but the master is injured and it is not convenient for him to send it. Miss, only you can write it for him."
"Meow." Fubao called out in dissatisfaction.
It was because Xie Yuchao, who held it in his hand, not only narrowed his eyes in question, but also rubbed it vigorously as if to vent his anger.
Song Baoyuan turned around and said, "Then I'll go first. Thank you, Master, for getting some rest."
"Yeah." Xie Yuchao forced a smile, "You too."
Song Baoyuan nodded, turned and left.
Jiang Keyu waited in the house for less than half a quarter of an hour, but it felt like a whole year had passed.
Finally, he heard a noise at the door and straightened up, sitting up straighter.
When Song Baoyuan came in, she saw him sitting at the desk with his clothes loose.
"Sorry." Jiang Keyu sighed, "I'm bothering you so late."
"No problem."
Song Baoyuan walked over quickly and said, "If it's an urgent matter, don't delay."
She glanced at the person who stopped at the door and said, "Liu'an, come in and grind the ink."
"ah?"
Liu'an, who was about to disappear silently, was suddenly called. He couldn't think of a reason to refuse and was in a dilemma.
In panic, he glanced at Jiang Keyu, and seeing her nod, he carefully stepped into the house.
He ground quietly, not daring to make a sound.
Song Baoyuan spread out paper and pen, and asked without looking up, "What are you writing?"
"Then I read it."
"Um."
Under the warm yellow candlelight, Song Baoyuan wrote quietly, her brows and eyelashes flickering, calm and composed.
Jiang Keyu was watching her from the side, as if enveloped in a sense of satisfaction overflowing from the inside out.
It seemed that as long as she was in front of him, nothing else mattered.
Song Baoyuan was confused, and he always had to wait until she turned around and looked at him urgently before he remembered to say the next sentence.
He wasn't like this before.
Jiang Keyu remembered that Ayuan had also written for him in the past.
At that time, he had just entered the Dali Temple and had to take the initiative to take charge of dangerous arrest operations that others were unwilling to take over. He was almost shot through the heart by a vicious criminal.
Fortunately, he managed to save his life, but he was unable to move for half a month. Unfortunately, his position was low and his words had no influence, and he had to deal with official duties that he could not shirk.
After making his own decision, he had to ask Ayuan, who was still his wife, to write the secret letter on his behalf.
At that time, Ayuan was well-behaved and young. She was afraid that she would not do well and would ruin his future, so she wrote every word in great detail.
How strange, Jiang Keyu thought.
How could he not have realized at that time that the person in front of him was so attractive that he couldn't take his eyes off him?
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