The rain soaked the tiles of the old house, and his and her mouths were better than the rain.
There are always raindrops hanging from the eaves of the old houses on Zhuque Street, like endless cotton threads. Pei Qing thought that the old servant Lin Sheng was too verbose, but remembered the tangerine peel he added to the tea; he thought that Gu Dunyi had a poisonous mouth, so her coughing when she changed her policy was engraved in her bones and blood.
"Pei Tan Hwa Lang can't even memorize the entire "Tang Dynasty Code", so he's going to pick on my spelling mistakes?" She hit the door with her wet hair, splashing raindrops all over him.
"County Chief Gu wrote 'Juntian' as 'Juntian' in his petition. How dare he criticize me?" He snatched her book and deliberately folded the corners of the pages - and secretly glued them flat with glue after she went to bed.
But when the spring night wind blew the poplars into the courtyard gate, Lu Wanqing brought by Mrs. Pei was like a knife, cutting into pieces the days hidden in the thorns. Dun Yi's smile turned into ice shards, and Lin Sheng's broom swept harder, even the brick joints of the old house were soaked with cold.
He began to count the half pieces of ink she left on her desk, and touched the old handkerchief she had mended again and again. Even on the night when she was taking the Jinshi exam, he was shocked to realize that the harsh words they exchanged had already entangled their shadows.
It's still raining. But the lamp in the corner of the eaves had already burned his heartbeat into the fire that King Sui used to guard the border wall - it turns out that the sharpest thorn is never the other party, but his own heart that has been hidden for half a life.
Intention: Look at the old house under the rain curtain, the poisonous tongue finally turns into a soft finger.
