After the end of the year, it was the fifteenth day, and business in Buzhuang gradually became prosperous. Yan Cheng got up before Mao every day and hurried to Buzhuang in the north of the city.
A new batch of fabrics has been purchased in Buzhuang, which came from the western side. It has not appeared in the capital yet. Yan Cheng is going to make some money first and make some small ornaments to sell.
When the cloth is passed into the palace, ordinary people are afraid that it will be difficult to see it again.
The side room where Song Jinshu often lived was turned into a clothing room by Yan Cheng. Song Jinshu, who had nowhere to sleep, had to squeeze into the same bed with Yan Cheng every night.
In fact, the bed is not small, Yan Cheng prefers to hold him in his arms from behind, and Song Jinshu can feel the hard and hot stuff behind him several times.
But Yan Cheng couldn't hold back him every night. In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, Yan Cheng always got up at night and poured cold water on himself. Song Jinshu couldn't see him suffer, but he couldn't open his mouth to persuade him to do that kind of thing to himself.
"Hmm..."
Song Jinshu noticed movement around him and struggled to wake up, but was pushed back on the bed by Yan Cheng and touched him a few times.
"There is a big business in the north of the city today. I won't be back for dinner most of the time. You and eldest brother don't have to wait for me." Yan Cheng tied the belt around his waist, but his eyes stayed on Song Jinshu's lips that were red from licking.
The 60-year-old birthday of the head of the Yue family in the north of the city is approaching. Yan Cheng has been so busy these days that he has to go to Buzhuang to receive guests in person, and he has to go to Yuefu for the old man.
After a few days, the whole person lost a lot of weight.
Song Jinshu couldn't go back to sleep after being woken up, so he simply got up with Yan Cheng, wearing the fiery red fox fur that Yan Cheng brought him back from the store, and followed him out of the room.
Yan Cheng was talking to Yan Chi in the yard. Yan Chi's illness didn't improve until he was fifteen. He had been lying in bed for nearly half a month, and when he could move, he always wanted to come out for a walk.
"Father said that he would send my younger brother over in the afternoon. You come back in the evening and arrange for a few maids to follow him. He must live in the same yard with him when he is young."
Yan Chi started coughing while covering his mouth after speaking for a long time. a few points.
Yan Cheng was worried about his body and drove him to the room.
"Since father and mother want to keep that scourge around, why do they send it back to the front yard, no one in the front yard will treat him like a baby bump."
Yan Chi laughed at him, and turned around to see him walking away from the house. Song Jinshu came out, walked over with a smile, and took Song Jinshu's hand.
"I want to go to Merlin in the afternoon, do you want to go with Jin Shu?"
Yan Cheng glanced back at him. In front of Yan Chi, he couldn't do anything to Song Jinshu, so he could only smile at him with his lips hooked, and turned around and hurried out. government.
Yan Chi looked at Song Jinshu with a mocking smile, and stared at Song Jinshu embarrassedly looking down at his toes.
Worried that he would bully his sister-in-law like this, Yan Chi stopped teasing him, dragged Song Jinshu to the kitchen, and asked him to make a dumpling for himself.
Song Jinshu was standing in front of the stove with an apron around him, while Yan Chi put his chin on his hand and watched intently as Song Jinshu kneaded the small dough cakes into balls and put them into the pot.
The kitchen was so quiet that Yan Chi started talking to Song Jinshu about the embarrassment of Yan Cheng when he was a child.
When I was two or three years old, I wet the bed, and when I was seven or eight years old, I almost couldn't get down from the tree, and I was punished by my father to hang it on a tree for an afternoon.
Song Jinshu listened with relish, and the corners of his mouth rose with Yan Chi's words, and his long curled eyelashes covered his lower eyelids, like a small fan.
"Feng Zhong was most attached to me when he was a child, and he said that he would let me see when he married a wife in the future, but who would have known that he now has a group of concubines, and none of them have passed my eyes."
Yan Chi warmed the furnace that gradually cooled in his arms Putting it aside, holding a cup of boiling water poured by Song Jinshu to warm his hands, he looked a little lonely.
"I don't know if I can last until I hear your children call me uncle." Yan Chi likes children, but his relatives don't communicate very closely, and they are all the same generation as him, the only children he can see. It was Yan Ze.
"This disease, it really hurts people."
Yan Chi said this, with a helpless smile on his lips, looking at Song Jinshu to pick up the glutinous rice balls that had already been boiled and floated to the water, and sprinkled them into it. Combine sugar and sesame seeds.
The aroma of the sweet wine quickly hit his nostrils. Yan Chi scooped up a dumpling with a spoon impatiently. As soon as he touched the tip of his tongue, it was so hot that he fell off the spoon. He squeezed his earlobes with both hands and stuck his tongue out of his mouth, inhaling.
"It's really hot."
Song Jinshu looked at the tiredness and sickness between Yan Chi's brows and eyes, and suddenly realized that Yan Chi had lost a lot of weight since the beginning of the year.
"Yes, yes, alright."
Yan Chi heard Song Jinshu's voice and did not respond for a while. When he saw Song Jinshu's eyes that were always shining like tears were full of worry, he smiled and pinched Song Jinshu's soft cheek.
"Well, it will be fine."
At lunch, Yan Cheng really didn't come back.
Song Jinshu and Yan Chi had lunch in the room. Yan Chi had the habit of taking naps. Song Jinshu didn't bother him. He went back to Yan Cheng's yard by himself and carefully pulled out a book he could understand from the bookshelf. Sitting on the couch.
When Yan Ze was brought over, Yan Chi just got up from the bed. Xu Shi was greedy and drank some sweet wine in the morning, retching and coughing, which frightened all the maids.
So when Yan Ze was sent to the yard, no one came out to greet him. The guys who brought him knocked on the door one by one, and Yan Chi rubbed his forehead and was supported by Song Jinshu and walked out.
Yan Ze stood in the snow for half an hour, his face was not very good-looking, and when he saw the big brother coming out, he looked unwilling to pay attention.
He tilted his head to see the fiery red fox fur on Song Jinshu's shoulders, and pointed at him with his chin proudly, "Take off the fox fur on your shoulders and put it on for me!"
Song Jinshu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and refused. Yan Ze's request wrapped the fox fur tightly.
How could Yan Ze, who has always had the wind and the rain in front of his parents, endure such grievances, and when he stepped forward, he had to take off the fox fur from Song Jinshu's shoulders.
When Yan Chi saw it, he quickly grabbed Yan Ze's wrist. Unexpectedly, after half a month, he lost his strength and strength, and with a flick, he pushed Yan Chi back several steps.
He was able to stop his steps when he was supported by the back of the maid.
"This is impossible. If the third master wants a fox fur, tomorrow, the second master will go to the store to pick up three or five pieces for you." It was Yan Chi's personal maid, Dance Music, who was talking.
She has stayed in Yan Mansion for more than ten years, and has been by Yan Chi's side since she was sensible.
"Little Master is not in good health. If you stole his fox and fur, you will contract the cold, and we will not be able to explain it to the second master."
Hearing Yan Cheng's name, Yan Ze withdrew his hand, stomped his feet and kicked the snow on Song Jinshu's robe, and turned away with a displeased expression.
"It's really a little scourge in Feng Zhong's mouth!"
Yan Chi shook his head helplessly, and asked a few maids to follow in Yan Ze's footsteps.
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