Zhao Rong returned to the bamboo forest courtyard with "two bright moons within reach".

Along the familiar road, he passed the small bamboo forest courtyard where he was attacked, crossed the stream with a bluestone bridge, and walked towards the elegant courtyard in his memory.

Getting closer.

Zhao Rong actually felt a little scared.

Like... timidity near home.

The surrounding bamboo groves and courtyards had long been deserted. It was late at night and there was continuous darkness.

But from afar, he saw that the lights in his elegant courtyard were still on. In this dark and cold night, this light was very conspicuous.

Zhao Rong rubbed the corners of his eyes.

He rubbed it again.

Maybe I just got used to the darkness along the way, so I suddenly felt that this light was a bit dazzling.

It is like...a lighthouse on the dark coastline, guiding some people home at night.

As he approached the last corner, Zhao Rong's footsteps slowed down unknowingly, or... lightened up.

I was afraid that the fallen leaves under my feet would make too much noise.

He wanted to walk slower.

However, no matter how slow it is, we still get there.

Zhao Rong stopped at the corner, lowered his head and tried to find something.

The farewell note is still there.

Walk quietly among the fallen leaves.

He had a good memory and it was different from its original location.

But Zhao Rong was not sure whether it was blown by the autumn wind or whether it was picked up and put back again.

He picked it up, looked at it carefully, and put it back in his sleeve.

Take a deep breath, leave the corner, and walk towards the door of your house.

The elegant courtyard was silent. The three rooms in the east wing, west wing and back kitchen were lit up by lights, but no sound was heard.

In all directions there was only the rustle of the autumn wind blowing through the leaves, and the occasional chirping of insects from the distant grass.

Zhao Rong stopped again in front of the door.

After thinking about it, I first put away two Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers.

Then he raised his hand, put it down, and raised it again.

Finally, the palm stopped in front of the door handle, hanging in the air for a long time without moving.

Inside the door... what are they doing? Are they sleeping? Or are they going out...

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and then retracted his hand.

Wandering in front of the courtyard gate, he made a fist with one hand and a fist with the other, walking back and forth a few times, trying to walk as lightly as possible.

"What are you doing?" Gui Wuyu said.

"Are you going to sleep? Or don't wake them up..." he said.

"The lights are on. Go to sleep. Even if you fall asleep, I'll fall asleep waiting for you. Wake me up quickly, or put on some clothes or something, so others don't catch a cold while lying on the table..." Gui wanted to punch him.

, you just jumped down the mountain and ran like a child, why are you so timid again?

Zhao Rong frowned and said, "Gui, there's something wrong with you. Why are you talking to them so kindly? Didn't you still..."

"I'm happy to do that. Also, don't use a suspicious tone to change the subject. Are you cowardly..."

Zhao Rong choked and twitched the corner of his mouth: "What are you changing the subject? Isn't it just opening the door? What's so scary about your own door? Look at me..."

Gui didn't seem to believe it, thinking that he would definitely retreat midway, so he chuckled and whispered: "Then come..."

He gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the door handle, "Just wait..."

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps coming from inside the courtyard gate.

The two people's voices disappeared immediately. Zhao Rong opened his eyes and had no time to react. The door creaked and someone opened it from the inside.

Before he could take his hand back, a tall figure of a woman appeared in the door.

The person who opened the door was Qingjun.

Looking up, she was wearing a lotus white high-waisted skirt, with three thousand green silk hairs coiled up into a young woman's temples, a purple jade hairpin inlaid with pearls inserted diagonally, and a pair of soft-soled pearl embroidered shoes under her feet. At this time, her face was facing the sky, and her thin arms were

He didn't even have time to put his sleeves down, as if he had just been doing housework, and there were still some wet stains on his cheeks.

Facing his wife who suddenly ran to open the door after noticing the movement, Zhao Rong was stunned.

Concubine Zhao Ling also looked at him blankly.

The two of them were separated by a low threshold, the light was dim, and the moonlight fell on each other's face.

One person was outside the door and the other was inside the door. They looked at each other in silence for a while.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth, wanting to explain something in a somewhat reserved manner.

However, Zhao Lingfei had already spoken first:

"You're back?" The voice was soft and voiceless, but it was actually more like a statement, "Wash your hands, dinner will be ready later."

As she said that, she held the courtyard door with her hand, looked left and right at his deserted back, lowered her eyes, lightly lifted her temples, and turned sideways to let him in.

This scene is like a good wife and loving mother who is diligent and thrifty in an ordinary farm family down the mountain. She opens the door to her husband who has returned from a hard day's work outside and speaks loudly.

Everything is uneventful.

There is no romance, no passion, there is only something called life.

I'm back... um, wash your hands, the meal is almost ready...

Just two simple sentences, listening to my ears, it seems that the fatigue of the whole day has been eliminated.

Suddenly he wanted to eat the dinner she cooked...he thought to himself.

Facing the woman who told him to wash his hands and eat, Zhao Rong slowly closed his mouth and pursed his lips. The thousands of words and heartfelt words he wanted to express just now were all reduced to a simple sentence:

"okay."

Without saying a word, Zhao Rong crossed the threshold and returned to the courtyard of his home.

With a "squeak", Zhao Lingfei slightly opened the courtyard door but did not close it completely. Zhao Rong didn't care. After entering the courtyard door, he looked around and found that Xiao Qian'er was sticking her little head out of the west wing to look at them. At this time

Seeing him come in, she hurriedly ran to pour him hot water, prepare a towel, and wash his hands. She must have been eavesdropping with her ears upright just now.

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip lightly, turned and left the courtyard door. When she turned around, she met his eyes and couldn't help but look at her clothes. She explained: "I saw Mr. Zhu and Mr. Yan and they have all left. I am thinking about what you said this morning. Tomorrow

We should be leaving, so we thought about cleaning up these houses. After all, we are borrowing someone else's house to live temporarily. Although we don't know if the original owner will come back, we still need to clean up before leaving...

"

Zhao Rong nodded. No wonder he had seen the houses in Yazhi courtyard brightly lit from afar before. It turned out that they were busy...

"Wait."

Zhao Lingfei suddenly stopped him, came to her husband, tentatively stretched out her delicate hand, but paused midway, but seeing that Zhao Rong had no other reaction, she continued to stretch out her hand, pinching his waist with her green fingers.

The fabric of the clothes was wet.

The woman did not look at the unfamiliar little sachet that was given to her by someone and was tied around her husband's waist not far from her hand.

"They're all wet... You have to take a shower first, let Qian'er get you some hot water, and then quickly change into dry clothes, otherwise you'll catch a cold... There's some mugwort in the kitchen, I'll let Qian'er put some in it later

Get in the bucket, let me take a bath for you, and quickly take off these wet clothes."

She frowned slightly, babbled a few words to herself, rolled up her sleeves, and hurried to the kitchen. As she walked, she loudly ordered the little Qian'er in the room to fill the bathtub with hot water.

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Zhao Rong nodded blankly, "Okay."

The woman who married Zhuma never asked Zhuma what her husband did outside all day long, and she came home wet and smelly with sweat.

"Brother Rong'er~" Not long after, Xiao Qian'er, who was preparing hot water, couldn't help but feel lonely and ran out of the house. She held Zhao Rong's arm with both hands, happily turned around twice, and said some witty words to her.

But just like Zhao Lingfei, she didn't ask him what he had been doing outside all day and came home so late, and she didn't ask anything about his embarrassed and wet appearance.

Zhao Rong smiled and replied a few words, rubbed her cute head that was leaning towards him, and then was pushed into the bathroom by the little girl with both hands.

Shao Qing and Zhao Rong had no choice but to drive away Xiao Qian'er who wanted to rub his back, and she went out holding the clothes basket.

Zhao Rong stretched out his muscles and bones in the mist-filled bathtub, spread out his hands and placed them on the edge of the bucket covered with hot towels.

He didn't like the feeling of his skin coming into contact with the cold water on the wall of the barrel when bathing. It was a habit he had had for a long time, so Xiao Qian'er, who was familiar with him, carefully put a towel on him before leaving so that he could lie down more comfortably.

Zhao Rong looked up at the sky, as if he had been in a daze for a while.

In the fog, I couldn't see my expression clearly.

In the courtyard, there were some sounds of Qingjun and Qian'er being busy in the direction of the kitchen. He turned his head and looked in that direction for a while, and it took a while before he came back to his senses.
To be continued...