The plot of Quick Wear is always wrong

9

Winter comes after autumn.

Every time this happened, Mrs. Qi always had to take some measures.

As the weather got colder, Qi Xiu was less willing to have people serve him closely. In the past, he could occasionally come into the house and say a few words, but once winter came, he was like hibernating. Apart from three meals a day and medicine, there was very little communication between them. So, to be on the safe side, a bell was tied to the wooden lattice outside the door, and the other end of the bell was tied to the head of his bed. If anything happened, it would ring when it was pulled.

Changqing sat outside the door, hugging the heater and yawning.

Someone came up to him, took out a piece of ginger candy from his pocket, and started chatting with him.

"In fact, the young master has been quite stable over the years..."

Changqing nodded and put the ginger candy in his mouth.

It was already night, and it was pitch black outside. Only the lights were on in Qi Xiu's yard. When the breeze blew, the chilly air rushed straight into their necks, making them shiver. Fortunately, the Qi family treated servants like them very kindly, and provided them with all the necessary items to keep them warm.

"Perhaps he suffered a lot in his early years, so the eldest son is pitiful..."

The man sighed lightly, then fell silent and sat down shoulder to shoulder with Changqing.

The young master is about to turn nineteen.

There are many people in the mansion, and there are many gossipers who always talk behind people's backs. Changqing himself has heard a lot of unlucky words.

"…Everyone says that the eldest son will not live past the age of 20. His 19th birthday is coming up soon. I wonder if he can have this bowl of longevity noodles…"

"What does it matter whether he can eat or not? He has eaten every year, and the doctors still said he would not live past twenty."

"Tsk tsk, I was born into a good family in this life. It's a pity that I'm hanging on to my life... I have grown up with such a face for nothing..."

"You never know when he will die."

"If you ask me, it's time for the master and his wife to prepare for their funeral..."

Things like this, whether heard or not, Changqing has no control over what others say, and a reprimand will only make them stop talking about it.

"...The last time there was a big commotion was several years ago. Maybe it's because Doctor Lu has been taking more medicine..."

Changqing sighed and didn't want to talk about this issue anymore. The two of them stopped talking and fell silent at the same time.

Qi Xiu's birthday is on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month. Although it is his birthday, he still cannot go out. Mrs. Qi was frightened by his earlier appearance. Now that he looks better, she dare not let him get in the cold. But a birthday is a birthday after all, and he has to act like a birthday no matter what.

"Thank you, mother, for your concern..."

Although it didn't get worse, Qi Xiu always couldn't help coughing during this season. He would sit in the house, even if there was a charcoal fire burning next to him, he would always wear an outer coat with several thick layers, and hold a heater in his hands.

It's cold.

It was so cold that it felt like a chill in the bones.

If Madam Qi wasn't still sitting here, Qi Xiu would have wanted to curl up into a ball...