Chapter 176

Zhang Zhe found something missing on the way.

But since he ran into Jiang Xuening, he was out of his mind. He couldn't remember when he had disappeared, and whether he had been lost on the way back or in Linzi palace.

So it goes back and forth.

Jiang Xuening's figure has disappeared in the empty garden, and there is nothing in the pavilion. Only two attendants are cleaning up the messy cups and dishes left in the pavilion.

Seeing Zhang's return, the former attendants had some impression on him. They bent forward and asked, "Mr. Zhang, what's the matter, but what's left behind?"

Zhang Cha asked, "have you ever seen a brocade bag?"

The attendant was stunned immediately: "is it the silver pattern at the bottom of the Xuan?"

"Have you seen it?" Zhang said

The servant waved his hand again and again, but his eyes became a little strange, and his expression was a bit embarrassed. After a moment's hesitation, he said: "I see it's a mistake, but when I came here to clean it up, I saw the daughter of Jiang Shilang's family standing here, holding a brocade bag, which is similar to what you are looking for. She looked at The little ones didn't dare to ask more questions. "

“……”

Zhang was in a trance in front of the steps.

There's no brocade bag around the waist. It's a little empty.

The attendant felt that the expression of the young court official in front of him overlapped with the girl Jiang Er he had seen before. It was a strange and heavy, like a mirror under the dark water, which made the reflected light dim.

After a long time, Zhang Zao opened his mouth.

He asked, "has Miss Jiang Er left?"

The servant nodded and said, "yes, it seems that he has gone back to the mansion with Mr. Jiang."

Zhang Zha then slightly closed eyes, silent for a moment, just way a "thank you".

The servant was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask more.

Then he bowed and looked up to see the adult walking along the radial direction of the garden. It was clear that on a summer night when the warm wind was intoxicating, his back was gradually disappearing under the cascading corridor. At the end of the light, he seemed to be walking in the cold autumn frost.

There was a rain the day before yesterday, which washed away the floating dust over the capital. The road surface of the long street was also washed clean by the rain.

The sound of cars and horses died out.

So the sound of stepping on the road became obvious, empty and cold. Zhang Zha's brain seemed to think of everything, and nothing.

The place where he lived was quite a distance from the place where the princes and nobles gathered. After this land and money, the height of the pavilions on both sides was lowered, and gradually there was a sound of laughing and crying.

This morning, he accidentally knocked over the teapot at home. His mother told him to remember to buy a new one when he came back.

Zhang Zha went into a late closing porcelain shop and chose a simple set of Xingyao white porcelain tea sets. However, he listened to the shopkeeper of the porcelain shop accompanying an elegant guest standing in front of duobaoge and sighing.

"Qinggu wine, drunk wine sea, glaze clear thin, is called the thin bone of plum. It's a pity that boss Zhou's plum vase is broken. I've found many skilled craftsmen to repair it, but I can only stop here. "

"From afar, it's the same as a new bottle."

"Not close. If you look at the neck, there is a tiny crack, so the craftsman can seize the work of nature, and it is difficult to fill the old marks. After all, it's broken. You should take care of it more carefully in the future. Otherwise, it will fall apart if you have a bit of bumping. It can't be compared with that when you just came out of the kiln

"Alas..."

……

Zhang Zha looked in that space and saw a foot high plum vase standing in the middle. The sky was as green as jade, and the quality of the embryo was delicate. It had a natural beauty. But there are tiny cracks on it, which are left after repair, like scars that are worn away by time but are hard to eliminate.

The man in front of the counter looked at him: "do you want to buy a plum vase, too? We have everything. Would you like to have a look? "

Zhang chacai slowly took back his eyes and said, "no need."

I paid for the money and took the tea set home.

Zhang's mother knew that he was going to the banquet today. She was afraid that he would have to drink too much wine. So she prepared the hangover soup, which was hot. When she saw him coming back, she just served it to him.

Zhang Zha's heart is sour.

For a moment, he even felt all kinds of dispirited, but at the end, he still lowered his voice and said to Jiang, "I'm late, and I'm worried about my mother. You are not well. You'd better go to bed earlier in the future. "

How can we say that he was also the son raised by himself? How can Chiang not see that he was preoccupied? For many days, he has been out early and back late. He has been busy with official business in the Yamen. If it's really complicated, it's all right. However, it seems that he doesn't want to think about other things except official business, but it's more like trying to suppress something.

But since he was a child, he had a lot of ideas, and everything was buried in his heart.

Chiang didn't know much about him. Now, seeing him as if nothing had happened, he knew that he would not say anything when he asked him. Instead, he said, "your father didn't have any prospects for you, so he will surely die when he knows. You, my mother only hopes that you can be more peaceful. It's better to meet a girl you like and have a family. When it comes to glory and wealth, though good is good, you have to pursue it and chase it. On the contrary, you are very tired. "Zhang Zhe did not explain.

With a sigh, Chiang retreated from the ordinary study, told him to go to bed earlier, and then closed the door.

He brought back a lot of files from the Ministry of punishment.

Now they are all piled on the desk.

The light of the lamp on the side shakes gently and lies on the paper according to the lines of ink, but it can't get into the bottom of the eye.

Zhang Zha felt that the light was dazzling, so he moved the lamp far away.

So the words on the paper darkened.

He sat at the back of the desk, like ink on the desk and inkstone drying up. He didn't move all night.

The light of early summer came early.

The noise of the city rises again.

Jiang woke up early in the morning and cooked porridge. He thought Zhang Zhe had gone to court before dawn as usual, so he planned to clean up his room and tidy up the courtyard before the weather got hot. Who ever thought of his bedroom door, just put the hand up, the door opened. Inside the bed was pillow neat, clear last night no one sleep appearance.

Turn to see again, the door of the study is closed.

There was still a little light coming out before daybreak.

She hesitated for a moment, went to the door and tapped: "don't you go to court today?"

Zhang Cha's body, sitting behind the case, moved slightly, as if he had been pulled back from a dark and lonely place, but he said slowly, "I won't go today."

He never delayed the day when the imperial Assembly called for a big rise.

Yesterday did not say today leave.

Jiang was stunned for a long time. Then he said, "I'll go to the market and buy some vegetables. I'll go to the Yamen after breakfast."

She packed up and went out with a small basket made of bamboo.

The market in the morning is a busy time.

Pick a two Jin black carp, buy some ginger, chives, leeks, and fresh tofu, and finally choose a good looking pig shoulder meat, put it into a bamboo basket and walk home.

When I went to the market, it was still dawn.

When I came back, the morning was already light.

But when Chiang turned around the familiar alley and saw his old courtyard, he suddenly found a young girl standing under the mossy steps. She was wearing a white moon wide sleeve fairy dress with a plain face facing the sky. Her complexion was pale in the morning light. She raised her head slightly and looked at the mottled wooden door with some dullness.

It's early in the morning

Jiang hesitated for a moment, walked over and asked with a smile, "this girl, who are you looking for?"

Jiang Xuening looked back and found that he had been standing for a long time.

She saw Chiang, an ordinary looking woman, who raised her son by herself. The wind and frost left a deeper mark on her face than women of the same age. Her temples were frosty and her wrinkles were fine.

In the bamboo basket with arms, fresh vegetables are just bought.

At this time, I looked at myself with a little worry, but I was very kind.

He should have hated himself.

There was only one family deep in the alley. Jiang Xuening had already guessed the identity of the woman. The shame in her heart rose like a hot spring. She was reluctant to laugh, but her tears still fell.

She said, "excuse me, is this Zhang Da's family of the Ministry of punishment?"

I came to find my wooden son.

Seeing such a gorgeous girl, Chiang didn't think about Zhang Zha at all. It can be seen that she shed tears before saying anything. Then he thought of Zhang Zha's unusual things last night and this morning. For a moment, he muttered in his heart: that boy is hard to beat. Don't make other people sad, do you?

When I was in Henan, I was still good, but I didn't learn well in the capital!

If he does come up with something immoral, she will beat him up for his short-lived father!

"Yes, yes, here it is." Chiang was in a hurry and said, "he is not going to court today. He is in his study. Please come in first. I'll tell him to go!"

She opened the door and asked Jiang Xuening to enter.

Then he forgot to put down the bamboo basket he was carrying. He was going to knock on the door of the study that had not been opened that night to let Zhang cover it.

Unexpectedly, before she stepped up the steps, the door that had been closed opened.

Zhang Zha stood in the door with his hand on the door frame.

Ink blue robe hanging on him, although still straight, but gives a sense of silence. He quietly looked at Jiang Xuening standing in the humble courtyard. After a long time, he said, "Miss Jiang Er, please come in."

Jiang Xuening also looked at him for a long time before he stepped up the steps.

When he got to the door, Zhang Zha gave way to the inside.

She entered the room.

Zhang chacai gave an account to Chiang and turned back to shut the door.

Two sleepless people sit face to face.

The tea is old last night. It's cold.

On the book case full of files, a wisp of smoke floats at the end of the lamp wick, which has been burnt out. The rising sun from the East, slanting into the window in front of this low lacquer case, dispelled a bit of cold.Jiang Xuening watched him.

Zhang Zha lowered his eyes.

She said softly: "today should have been early, but Mr. Zhang is at home, as if he knew I would come. Are you waiting for me?"

Zhang Zhe is silent.

Jiang Xuening put her hands on her kneeling knees and laughed quietly: "I once expressed my love to Mr. Zhang, but Mr. Zhang said that I already have a place to belong. That day, I was in a trance and didn't admit defeat at all. I forgot to ask. I don't know who is the girl you like? "

The palm under the cover of Zhang quietly clenched.

"People in the capital are just ordinary people," he said

Zhang Zhe can also lie and cheat.

Jiang Xuening blinked, and then asked: "Zhang Da talent and Miss Yao quit marriage soon, and then empathize with this person, although it is an ordinary family, can you think that talent and appearance should be very good, temperament is also above me?"

Zhang Zha said for a long time: "Miss Jiang Er is impeccable, but I'm from a humble family. I dare not miss her all my life. Her talent and appearance can't be compared with that of a girl, and her temperament is not very good, but... "

Jiang Xuening asked, "just what?"

Zhang Zha finally raised his eyes and looked at her, restrained and patient, but his heart was very desolate. He looked at her pupil, as if he wanted to say that his face was engraved into his heart, and slowly said, "I just love her."

Jiang Xuening burst out laughing: "what's her name?"

Zhang Zhe was silent.

Jiang Xuening suddenly hated him so much that he couldn't even hang up his fake smile: he just put the brocade bag which had been hidden in his sleeve for a long time and had been watching all night on the table. The thin sheet of paper unfolded and pressed on the brocade bag, saying: "Mr. Zhang can't tell, can I tell you?"

Zhang Zha closed his eyes.

Jiang Xuening, however, was almost ruthless. She looked at him with red eyes and said, "the person you like is not as good-looking as she looks. She's very bad. She's not a good person. Her surname is Jiang, and her name is Jiang Xuening!"

My heart is on the moon.

On that page of paper, the rare correct ink has penetrated, but it is not old.

But Zhang Zhe's heart is full of holes.

Jiang Xuening stubbornly asked: "how can you say you don't like me? How dare you say you don't like me?"

Zhang Zhe then thought of the last life.

She is fresh, bright, open and willful. At that time, he couldn't control his arrogate heart and wanted to get close to her. But in the end

Yushan tilt, Jinping broken.

The sharp words poured out of his heart, and his heart was full of blood.

The plum vase is broken.

He looked at her, as if from the past to the present, and finally called her in a low voice: "Niang Niang..."

Lady.

In front of this person, how can you call her "Niang Niang"?

Jiang Xuening first felt a kind of confusion, and then he was dizzy. The two faint words came to her heart from her ears. In front of Zhang Zha's eyes, Zhang Zha shakes gently. The sunlight shining in is pale. It seems that there is fog rising in the room, which makes everything around blurred and even rumbling.

She shook her head subconsciously.

Why?

I must have heard wrong

But there is a voice in my heart, but I'm smiling coldly: what I know, you should have known! How long have you known each other in this life? Why is he so affectionate to you, like you but keep it from you? You heard me right!

A cone of pain, with endless guilt will bind her, let her down.

At this moment, everything is clear.

Like the high mountains, deep abyss, she was crushed, let her fall, she could not bear, buried her head to cover her face, could not help crying.

Zhang Zha came over speechless and felt like the cruel executioner who defeated her last line of defense.

All kinds of past and present life gather like a torrent.

He half knelt on her side, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. Finally, he allowed himself to trespass at this moment. He gently hugged her and said, "it's not good for me, it's not good for me..."

She cried: "you didn't tell me, you lied to me..."

Zhang Zhe said, "it's Chen who cheated you."

Jiang Xuening hated himself. Looking back on the previous questions, he felt that he was ridiculous. Where does she go with it?

Her tears fell on Zhang Zha's chest, wet his skirt, and immersed his heart in it, which made him confirm that he should not tell her: "madam, I'm afraid. I'm afraid you know that this one in front of you is Zhang Zha of the last life. "

Once you know it, the past will come in droves, giving birth to endless guilt.

She wants to be free, to get what she wants.

But this guilt is enough to crush and knock down a person who has gradually abandoned the past. All the people she met were new, only he was her old fetter. And even if two people want to try their best to fill the gap opened by the too heavy past, how can they bridge it like new?How tired should I be to live like that?

When she was in front of him, she didn't look like her at all.