Chapter 39 The letter does not indicate any intention of remarrying.
In the dead of night, the only lamp in the study burned to the very end and went out silently.
Jiang Keyu, who was sitting on a chair with her head buried in the desk, remained motionless, as if she was asleep.
But no, he knew that he had important things to do after dawn and should take time to rest, but he just didn't feel sleepy at all.
He didn't understand how he had made things so bad.
"call."
He took a deep breath, exhaled, and then straightened up.
The room was completely dark, and he could only feel around with his hands. Before he found the tinder, he first touched two small pieces of wood.
These were two wooden dolls with large heads that he had kept on his desk for fifteen years.
"This is Brother Keyu, and this is Sister Baoyuan. Put them together, and you will never be alone again."
This was carved by his father himself during his first year living at the Song family.
He recalled that it was also that year that Ayuan accompanied him to pay respects to his biological parents. Six-year-old Ayuan knelt solemnly before the tombstone and said, "Don't worry, uncle and aunt. With me here, you'll never be alone."
He was surprised at the time, so he asked, "Who taught you to say that?"
A Yuan was very well behaved and said honestly, "Daddy taught me. He said that my brother's parents are most afraid that they will be gone and that my brother will be alone. Only when I say this will they feel at ease in the underground."
"Even if you tell them, they won't believe you."
"Why? I'm not lying. I will really be with my brother forever!"
At that time, Ayuan was not as shy as she is now when she grows up, and she would easily puff up her face when angry.
No matter what I do or say, I am very serious.
So cute.
So, he really thought that he had a sister who would never leave him alone.
Jiang Keyu looked dazed.
After a long time, he put the two wooden men on one hand, freed the other hand, and lit the lamp.
The warm yellow light shone, making the wooden man's smile even brighter.
Jiang Keyu looked at it and was stunned for a long time.
It was not until dawn that he remembered to spread out paper and pen and write the letter.
When Song Baoyuan woke up in the morning, before she could figure out how to face someone, the maid had already delivered the letter he left and told her that he had left the house.
The envelope was opened and there were only a few words on the paper.
There is no intention of remarrying.
If one has to leave Beijing for important matters, it may take two days at the shortest and three days at the longest.
Song Baoyuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that she might have made something wrong yesterday.
But... as she said herself, things have come to this.
There is no use thinking too much.
"Mother! Mother!"
After getting up early, Jiang Suisui, full of energy, kept shouting.
Song Baoyuan casually placed the letter next to her pillow, tidied up briefly, and went out to pick up her daughter.
"Today, both of you must follow Mother. Let's make a promise: you are not allowed to run out of the teahouse, you are not allowed to shout, you are not allowed to eat food given by strangers, and you are not allowed to pick up garbage to eat!"
Jiang Chengyou and Jiang Suisui stood side by side, looking energetic, and each one more obedient than the other when they nodded.
"Then let's go out!"
"yeah!"
*
Someone was waiting for her in the teahouse early, which was something Song Baoyuan had not expected.
And there is more than one, one is wearing a veil and the other is wearing a hat.
The former was Qingze, and the latter... It was not until he spoke that Song Baoyuan realized it was Gao Luoshu.
Song Baoyuan let the child play by himself and went up to the private room on the second floor with Gao Luoshu, sitting across the table from each other.
After Qiao Yue brought in a pot of tea, she stood behind Song Baoyuan.
Gao Luoshu handed Qingze's indenture over and said, "From now on, you can order him around as you please."
When it came to Qingze's matter, everything went so smoothly that Song Baoyuan found it unbelievable.
"Thank you, Master Gao." She looked across at him, inevitably feeling suspicious, "Why did Master Gao come into the house, still wearing a bamboo hat?"
"I, I'm afraid of scaring you."
Song Baoyuan was slightly startled, "How could it be?"
"I'm really afraid of scaring you."
Song Baoyuan was confused, "Mr. Gao, you're worrying too much."
She poured a cup of tea and pushed it across the table. "Mr. Gao, I don't know if this counts as a personal thank you."
Gao Luoshu seemed to be hesitant. He took the teacup and did not move for a long time. The whip marks on the back of his hand were very clear.
"What's wrong with Mr. Gao's hand?" Song Baoyuan couldn't hide her surprise.
Gao Luoshu quickly put down the teacup and covered his hands with his sleeves, looking a little flustered.
Song Baoyuan frowned slightly, "Mr. Gao, please take off your hat, otherwise I will feel uneasy."
"Then..." Gao Luoshu's hands were entwined nervously, "Then don't be afraid. And don't laugh."
Song Baoyuan nodded, "Okay."
Gao Luoshu hesitated for a moment, but then took off his hat slowly. He lowered his head at first, but when he noticed the person opposite him tilting his head to look at him, he slowly raised his head.
His left eye was black and there was a particularly clear slap mark on his right cheek.
Song Baoyuan slightly widened her eyes in surprise, "You, what are you doing..."
"It's okay." Gao Luoshu rolled his eyes and waved his hands generously, "I was just slapped by my father and punched by my mother, that's all."
"Is it because of the redemption of Young Master Qingze?"
"Yeah." Gao Luoshu raised an eyebrow. "They said I wasn't doing my job properly, that they'd been pampering me too much, and that they were going to teach me a lesson this time."
He grinned and pointed left and right, "This is not blue and purple, each person has a different color."
Song Baoyuan: "..."
"Pfft." Qiao Yue couldn't help but laughed out loud.
"Ahem!" Song Baoyuan reminded.
Qiao Yue immediately covered her mouth.
"It's okay, laugh if you want to." Gao Luoshu said nonchalantly.
Song Baoyuan was full of surprise. "Actually, if Mr. Gao is in trouble, you can just tell me directly. I can find another way."
"I've already promised you, so of course I'll do it!" Gao Luoshu said matter-of-factly. "Besides, you didn't look for Jiang Keyu, but came to me instead. There must be a compelling reason. He's unreliable, and if I don't help you, who else can you turn to?"
The brighter his smile became, the more humorous his face became. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just looked exaggerated. They are my own parents. How could they beat me to death?"
Song Baoyuan: "..."
It was truly tragic, and she felt somewhat guilty. "I really don't know how to thank Master Gao."
"You're welcome!" Gao Luoshu raised the corner of his mouth, "As long as you don't chase me away."
"Of course not." Song Baoyuan said sincerely, "If Mr. Gao wants to drink tea, he can come anytime."
She turned around and told Qiao Yue, "Next time Mr. Gao comes, serve the best tea, free of charge."
"yes."
Qiao Yue was trying to hold back her laughter, and her tone was strange.
Gao Luoshu scratched his head, then lowered his head and covered his face with his palms.
*
In the bamboo forest outside the capital, arrows were fired from both sides of Jiang Keyu.
Riding his horse to chase the criminal, he looked stern and suddenly tightened the reins.
“Stop!”
The four people behind him quickly controlled their horses and turned, and the next moment, a net fell out of nowhere in front of them.
They were almost "annihilated".
"This person is cunning, you must be careful." Jiang Keyu reminded.
"yes."
His subordinate Tang Yuan responded first, then shook his head. "Not only is this man cunning and scheming, but his methods are also extremely crazy and cruel. Falling into his hands would be a tragedy."
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
Among the four, only Yan Zhi did not know the full story of the case. She only followed because of her good skills and doubted what they said.
Tang Yuan sighed. "This man's wife was beautiful, and if anyone looked at her for even a second, he'd think they were coveting her. He'd then try to capture them, then brutally kill them by pulling out their tendons and bones. He'd killed over a dozen victims, many of them prominent figures, all skinned to the bone when they were found. That would have been fine, but later on, he went so far as to cripple his wife and keep her in an altar, thinking that way they could be together forever."
“That’s too perverted!”
"Who says it isn't?"
"Stop chatting." Jiang Keyu interrupted them, "It will be even harder to catch them after dark."
The subordinates fell silent.
*
The sound of the piano is like the gurgling of water, spreading from the teahouse and making people stop.
As the song ended, the teahouse was immediately filled with exclamations of praise.
Qing Ze quietly left from behind the screen holding the zither, entered the side room, and bowed respectfully.
"Slave meets master."
Inside the room, Jiang Chengyou was writing, Song Baoyuan was grinding ink, and Jiang Suisui was playing with tangrams. The three of them, mother and son, looked at him with a slightly stupid expression.
"Ahem." Song Baoyuan's eyelids twitched. "That's not necessary. Just call me Madam Song like everyone else."
"I have met Madam Song."
Song Baoyuan felt strange. "You called yourself the same way as we last met. You should call yourself the same way from now on. There's no need to be so formal."
Qingze did not respond.
"Sit down."
Qingze obeyed.
As soon as he sat down, Jiang Suisui came over, took a fancy to his piano, pointed at it and asked, "Sister, can you lend me this to play with?"
"Sui Sui!"
As soon as Song Baoyuan's voice came out to stop him, Qingze had already obediently placed the zither horizontally in front of Jiang Suisui.
"Wow!" Jiang Suisui picked up the piano randomly, and the sound suddenly became deafening.
She clapped her hands excitedly, "Brother didn't lie to me, this thing really makes a sound!"
Jiang Chengyou raised his chin proudly when he heard this.
Song Baoyuan was helpless. "Actually, you don't have to indulge her like that. I see you often holding this zither in your arms. It must be your favorite. It would be a shame if a child were so careless and broke it."
Qing Ze simply said, "The master's child is also the master."
Song Baoyuan: "..."
It sounds right, but it feels weird.
Is it because he's too humble? He wasn't like this the last time we met.
"Mom!" Jiang Suisui walked back to her and shook her arm. "I want to play with this. Can you buy this for Suisui when you go home?"
Song Baoyuan tapped her brow and said, "This is called Qin. If you can't play it, it will be very noisy!"
"I, I can study hard!" Jiang Suisui glanced at his brother. "Just like my brother learning to write, once he learns well, his writing won't be ugly. If I learn well, I won't make any more noises."
"study?"
"Yeah!" Jiang Suisui nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "I'll ask Daddy to teach me when I get home!"
Song Baoyuan: "..."
Her father... was well-versed in the Four Books and the Five Classics, was an excellent chess player, a skilled painter, had natural calligraphy, and was good at riding and shooting. However, he had no knowledge of music, and one could even say that he was a complete mess.
"Your father wouldn't."
"Impossible!" Jiang Suisui retorted without hesitation, "Daddy is the best!"
Song Baoyuan was silent.
Forget it, let’s not break the child’s fantasy of worship.
So she changed the excuse, "Your father is busy."
"That……"
Jiang Suisui suddenly had an idea and pointed to the opposite side, "Let my sister teach me!"
She ran back and grabbed the corner of Qingze's clothes, "Sister, are you okay?"
Jiang Chengyou pretended to be an adult and said, "Dad said that when asking for advice, you should call someone teacher."
Jiang Suisui immediately changed her tone, "How are you, teacher?"
"I dare not."
Song Baoyuan seemed to be lost in thought. When her daughter looked at her for help, she pretended to be sorry and said, "But I don't want to teach you."
Jiang Suisui immediately felt aggrieved and looked at her "sister" with wet eyes.
"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I'm not worthy."
"Okay!" Jiang Suisui didn't understand at all, but she was always good at acting like a spoiled child. "Sister! Teacher? Please teach me, I'm very good!"
"No way." Jiang Chengyou suddenly said something to spoil the fun.
Jiang Suisui glared at him in dissatisfaction, then turned around and resumed her pitiful look, "Sister Teacher!"
Although Qing Ze was used to coercion, intimidation and inducement, this was the first time he had seen such a scene and he was a little at a loss.
"I won't teach you, you're too stupid!" Jiang Chengyou said happily, adding fuel to the fire.
"Woo!" Jiang Suisui burst into tears.
Qing Ze opened his half-dead eyes wide in shock, "Slave, slave... teach?"
The crying stopped abruptly.
Jiang Suisui lowered her head and wiped her face with his sleeve. When she looked up again, she was smiling.
Qing Ze suddenly felt cheated.
"In that case," Song Baoyuan finally spoke, "then you should learn."
"Yeah!" Jiang Suisui raised his hands in victory.
Qingze looked a little dazed.
Song Baoyuan looked at him and called out slowly, "Master Qingze."
"Slave is here."
"You can ask her for the tuition yourself. If she can't afford it, you can call her your teacher. Let her teach you how to be a lively person."
Qing Ze was stunned.
*
At night, several people from the Dali Temple, still in the wilderness, sat around a fire.
Tied to the wooden stake behind them was a gloomy-looking man, their target this time.
"You're such a good dodgeball." Yan Zhi walked up to him, roughly poured water into his mouth, and looked at him with disdain. "How did you find a beautiful wife when you're so shabby?"
"It's over. If you mention his wife, he'll think you're coveting her too!"
Tang Yuan, who was reinforcing the knot beside the wooden stake, joked.
Yan Zhi rolled her eyes at him, stuffed the gloomy man's mouth with the sandbag again, turned back to the fire, and sat on Jiang Keyu's left and right with Tang Yuan.
"I'm so hungry." Yan Zhi touched her stomach. "This damn place is too remote. There are no living people and no food."
As soon as he finished complaining, Tang Yuan smiled and reached into his pocket mysteriously.
His pretentiousness made everyone look at him.
“Dangdangdangdang!”
He pulled out a pile of flatbreads.
His companions' eyes lit up and they reached out to grab it without hesitation, "Where did you get it?"
"My wife prepared this for me when I left home this morning." Tang Yuan took a bite of the pancake, his face full of enjoyment. "I used to envy you when I went out on missions with the boss."
Jiang Keyu, who was suddenly mentioned, looked over in confusion.
"Every time the eldest son goes out, my sister-in-law will prepare everything for him, including food and drinks. Every time I feel so lucky, I think I want to find a wife, preferably one as considerate, gentle and beautiful as my sister-in-law."
He smiled innocently, "Now that I've found it, I'm really happy."
“Huh!”
The bread in everyone's hand suddenly turned sour.
Tang Yuan turned his head and asked, "Boss, what did your sister-in-law prepare for you this time?"
Jiang Keyu: “…”
He calmly picked up the stick and poked the fire. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I left in a hurry this morning and forgot to take it."
Shadows of flame danced across his face.
Tang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly broke off half of the pancake after realizing what he was doing. "Then this time, Boss, you'll have to make do with what my wife prepared."
Jiang Keyu didn't answer, but looked at the fire, his eyes gradually losing focus.
"No, I'm not hungry."
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