Hu Yan originally planned to go to find Yan Fanchen, but because of the Tang family, he was afraid that he would be worried and delay his recuperation. So, she came to Bai's house and pushed open the heavy black door.

Although he knew that the people living in the Bai family were not Bai Ziqi, he still wanted to come and sit. In this courtyard, she could feel the presence of her relatives. It's like a wisp of peace in her breath, by her side.

The fruit trees in the yard are pulling branches and growing, and the tender green color catches the eyes, soothing the irritable mood.

A lame man with a silver mask was standing under a tree, driving on crutches, bending over, holding a melon scoop, watering the fruit tree. He stood on one foot, but he didn't look clumsy. His movements are methodical, with a bit of calmness and grace. Hu Yan looked at him, his nose was a little sour, but his heart was quiet like he had never been, as if he was trekking through mountains and rivers, just to look at his back.

Such a simple but complex emotion cannot be noisy and spoken, only the breeze and the moon can know.

Hu Yan looked at it for a long time, and finally stepped forward, picked up the almost empty bucket from the ground, and walked to the well, wanting to fill it up again, but ...... But not with that weird thing.

A long iron rod resting on a calf-thick iron bucket.

She pondered for a while, and felt that she had found the way, but she still couldn't find a way.

The lame man came to Hu Yan's side on crutches, picked up the bucket, poured the last of the water into the strange little iron bucket, and then motioned for Hu Yan to press the iron rod.

Hu Yan pressed it a few times, then he heard the sound of water, and saw that water was flowing out of a bamboo tube and falling into a large wooden barrel with a clatter. Hu Yan praised: "This thing is interesting, did you make it?" ”

The lame man nodded.

Hu Yan opened a smile and said, "Ziqi is also very smart, this is like a master." ”

The lame man didn't speak, but his eyes were smiling.

The smile was not strong, but it made the corners of Hu Yan's lips rise.

Hu Yan refilled a bucket of water, picked it up, and went to the tree with the lame man to water the fruit tree with him.

From left to right, line by row, tree by tree, although the two people have no verbal communication, they cooperate tacitly and water carefully. Until the last fruit tree was watered, the two straightened up, and their hearts were quiet and comfortable as they had never been.

I don't know when, there was an extra stone table and two stone benches in the courtyard. There was a small red clay stove and a small green pot on the table, gurgling and steaming.

The lame man washed his hands, came to the stone table, and sat down. Then take out two white porcelain bowls and a pot of tea leaves from a few clicks. He pinched some tea leaves with his hands, put them in a bowl, then padd his hands with a piece of cloth, picked up the small green pot, poured hot water into the bowl, and washed out the fragrance.

His movements were not rude, but they were different from those of Ziqi. Ziqi doesn't have any preferences, but he likes to pursue perfection when he does things. Although he only likes to drink plain water, his skill in making tea is amazing.

The person in front of him is not boiling tea, but making tea, although it is like a cow chewing a peony, but there is a different free and easy in it.

Hu Yan picked up the bowl, blew it, brought it to his lips and took a sip, squinting his eyes so fragrantly. All for irritability, restlessness, depression, and anger, with the mouth of this tea, there are only two words left - comfort.

Hu Yan took one sip after another, and drank the entire bowl of tea into his stomach.

The lame man refilled a bowl of water for Hu Yan.

Hu Yan said: "You don't drink? ”

The lame man tilted the tea bowl, poured some water on the table, dipped the tea in his hand and wrote, "I don't like hot tea." ”

Hu Yan wanted to turn his head to take a look, but found that these words were actually aimed at himself!

He sat facing the lame men's team, but as soon as the lame man made a move, he actually wrote the reverse words with the head and tail reversed, so that Hu Yan could see it. It's amazing. It can be seen that this person can become Bai Ziqi's master, and he must be extremely smart.

Hu Yan raised his head, glanced at the silver mask on the man's face, and said, "There are only you and me here, so there is no need to hide it." ”

The lame man shook his head.

Everyone has their own story about not wanting to be an outsider. Covering up is not necessarily not brave.

Hu Yan was no longer reluctant, picked up the tea bowl, tasted two sips, and asked, "How to call it?" ”

The lame man dipped his tea and wrote, "Seven. ”

Hu Yan wondered, "Seven? Ranked seventh, or ...... ”

The lame man added a male character after seven.

Hu Yan read: "Seventh Prince? ”

The lame man nodded,

Hu Yan hooked his lips and smiled, and said, "You must not be as old as me, I am afraid it is inappropriate for me to call you Qigong." How about I call you Ah Qi? ”

Ah Qi nodded and responded to the matter.

Throughout the afternoon, Hu Yan spent time at Ah Qi.

Hu Yan could see that no matter whether Ah Qi could speak or not, he was a person who didn't like to talk. He is like a tree with roots that stretch for thousands of miles, but he is not arrogant or impatient; Thunder and lightning can still grow quietly and cannot be shaken.

Hu Yan saw the shadow of Bai Ziqi on his body, but it was not the same.

Looking at the body shape, the two are almost the same, but after careful confirmation by her, there are many subtle differences between the two. Sometimes, Hu Yan would wonder, is this man who suddenly appeared Bai Ziqi's master or his father?

Everyone has a father and a mother.

Ziqi has been in the market since he was a child, but he didn't jump out of a stone.

What is the cause of two people who are so similar?

Hu Yan didn't want to explore those old stories and the so-called truth, she just wanted to find peace of mind by Ah Qi's side. When she got close to Ah Qi, she could feel Bai Ziqi's breath. Sometimes, when she closes her eyes, she even suspects that her relatives are by her side.

This feeling...... That's nice.

She crushed a sparkle with her eyelash curler. The one that sparkled in the sunlight refracted a brilliant light.

Ah Qi looked at Hu Yan and moved his fingers, as if he wanted to wipe off the crystal, but after all, he just quietly accompanied her, like an invisible wind, caressing her face with his eyes, nostalgic.

Hu Yan opened his eyes, and Ah Qi turned his gaze away.

Hu Yan looked at Ah Qi, his gaze hiding an unknown scorching heat. Those doubts, those eyes are believing, those contrasts and differences are just a fragment in the red dust, let the more honest people take care of it. And she has always been freewheeling.

Hu Yan felt that the person who appeared today and the person who appeared that night were not the same person.

Her relatives are back.

Hu Yan is like a big lazy cat, leaning against the wall, holding a tea bowl, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

For Hu Yan's visit, Ah Qi seemed neither disgusted nor happy, but in fact, he welcomed her. Otherwise, why prepare two tea bowls? Perhaps, Ah Qi, like her, needs to hide in the dark to see clearly what it means to be crazy.

I still have doubts in my heart, but I don't want to doubt.

Hu Yan held the bowl of tea and enjoyed a rare leisurely time.

Ah Qi began to carve a piece of wood, occasionally exerting force, making a rustling sound.

The sun shines on the body, the breeze blows through the branches, the breath of life floats in the air, and the placket is stained with the fragrance of tea. There was no voice, but it was unusually comfortable.

Occasionally, the snake ring on Hu Yan's thumb emits two bright red lights.