Enter the Room

Hong Xi's mind buzzed, and many messy pictures flashed through his mind like a fleeting glance.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, and it took him a while to get out of those scenes.

But when he opened his eyes again, Song Tao had already run towards him: "Sir, help!"

The angry Song Daliang saw Hong Xi in front of him, couldn't help but stopped, and said calmly: "It turns out to be Mr. Hong!"

Hong Xi nodded and advised: "The girl's family is a spoiled guest, so we should save some face for her."

After all, hitting a woman is not something honorable.

Song Daliang hesitated, glared at Song Tao, and left.

Song Tao said gratefully: "Thank you so much, Mr. Hong!"

The cake seller next to him smiled and handed the paper box containing the osmanthus cake to Hong Xi: "Sir, the osmanthus cake is ready."

He said "hmm", nodded towards Song Tao indifferently, took the cake and returned to Hong Mansion.

In the evening, Hong Xi had dinner with his grandfather Mr. Hong and his younger brother Hong Zhao.

Because we are cooking Huaiyang cuisine, the kitchen uses blue and white porcelain tableware made of gourds and eight treasures. Mr. Hong looked at it and talked about Hong Zhao's crowning ceremony: "His teachers all praised the gifts. I'm thinking that your brother is going to die next year, so he should come and go to his teachers more often." When you have time, go to the Song family and ask the female owner of the Song family to burn a few sets of the Four Treasures of the Study for our family, so that they can be used as New Year gifts during the Chinese New Year."

Hong Xi's hand holding the bowl paused slightly, and then he said with a smile: "I'm afraid Miss Song will not agree. Last time I saw that she cooked the gourds for our family well, so I wanted her to continue to help bake a few sets of better ones. I use the tea set when I visit big customers. Miss Song said that their orders have been arranged until May next year, and they have to prepare to help the imperial kiln factory to bake imperial porcelain. Even if she split it in half, there is nothing she can do. , we can only wait until after May next year.

"She also told me that if it's really not urgent, I can place a deposit now. But they can only deliver the goods in August or September next year."

Mr. Hong was surprised and said, "Is the Song family's business so good?"

Hong Xi nodded and said: "Not only that, Magistrate Jiang who just took office admires her very much for some reason. Today I went to Wensi Tower to discuss the matter of worshiping the kiln god. The Song family ranked first in engraving a monument this time."

Mr. Hong thought thoughtfully and said: "In that case, let's find another suitable one. It would be better if we can settle down for a long time. If our family returns to Jingdezhen, it will not be good if we don't give some porcelain as gifts. .”

Hong Xi responded "Yes" with a smile, and Mrs. Hong turned around and talked to Hong Zhao: "Last time I heard Mr. Wang of your academy say that Mr. Su, the teacher of the academy, is going to resign. Will it have any impact on your career? Don’t you ask a gentleman to give you lectures while you’re resting in the academy?”

"No need!" Hong Zhao said with a smile, "Mr. Su went to Yueyang to work as a teacher in the Wang family. Mr. Wang said that if we pass next year's government examination, he will take us to Yueyang for a study tour and let us meet the famous Wang family. What does it look like?”

When Old Master Hong heard this, he immediately became excited and said, "Is it the Yueyang Royal Family that has three Pavilion Elders and two Imperial Masters?"

"Well!" Hong Zhao said, "Mr. Wang said that we can also go to Yuelu Academy."

"Then you study hard and try to pass the government examination in one breath next year. Grandpa will give you another reward then!"

The grandfather and grandson talked affectionately, and Mr. Hong would give Hong Zhao two chopsticks to eat from time to time. After dinner, he even invited Hong Zhao to his study, saying that he wanted to see how Hong Zhao was doing during this period. Have you made any progress in writing?

Hong Xi sat in a deserted restaurant after people left, swallowed the last bite of his meal, and returned to the west courtyard where he lived.

The west courtyard was also quiet, with only the red lanterns under the eaves swaying in the wind.

Hong Xi simply went to a tavern at the back door of Hong's house and had a drink in the tavern. When he heard the second clock was knocking, he walked home feeling a little drunk.

When he was approaching the back door of Hong's house, he suddenly tripped over something soft and soft.

He stood up staggeringly, and when he took a closer look, he saw a woman huddled on the steps of their back door.

The woman murmured "I didn't mean to do it" and raised her head.

In the peripheral light of the lantern, he saw those bright, watery eyes again.

It’s actually Song Tao!

"Mr. Hong!" She stood up embarrassedly, lowered her head, and rubbed her toes on the ground uneasily, "When you went to find my cousin to make porcelain, we passed by each other. Mr. Hong doesn't remember. , but I remember!”

Hong Xi thought he had a good memory, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember when he had met Song Tao.

Every time Song Jiuyun appears, everyone attracts attention, maybe because he didn't notice Song Tao.

He nodded somewhat indifferently.

Song Tao's face suddenly turned red, she lowered her head in embarrassment, and whispered: "Mr. Hong, can you help me? Because of my marriage to the Zeng family, my father sold me to a businessman who was engaged in porcelain business out of town. Not wanting to leave Jingdezhen, he ran out of the house.

“Can you take me in for a night?

“Just one night.

"I'll leave early tomorrow morning!"

Hong Xi was a little hesitant, but Song Tao begged and begged again and again, looking pitiful. He thought about it and finally agreed: "Miss Song, men and women are not allowed to be intimate after being taught. If Miss Song doesn't dislike it, she can come to our West Cross Courtyard Let’s take a rest in the guest room for the night! What’s the matter? We’ll talk about it tomorrow morning?”

Song Tao thanked her repeatedly and followed the maid away.

It was still dark the next day, so she left quietly without saying goodbye to Hong Xi.

Hong Xi didn't take it to heart.

Two days later, Song Tao suddenly came to visit Hong Xi.

Hong Xi didn't want to see her at first, but the servant who came to report said, "Miss Song said she has something important to see you."

"It's Miss Song San!" Hong Xi corrected the servant, thought for a moment, and invited her in.

Song Tao wore a peach-colored gown woven with gold all over, and a horse-faced skirt made of white silk embroidered with grass and green tangled flowers. Her black hair was pulled up into a pony bun seemingly casually, which made her face look even warmer. Wan.

She brought several sets of tea sets to Hong Xi: "When I was resting in the guest room last time, I heard from the maid in your mansion that Mr. Hong wanted to ask for some sets of tea sets for your younger brother to give to the master of the academy. I made them myself. , it’s not worth much, but the pattern is festive and I can barely get it, so please don’t dislike it, Mr. Hong.”

Hong Xi was a little surprised and said, "Miss Song San can make porcelain?"

Song Tao smiled and said: "Of course. When I was young, my cousin and I both learned porcelain making from my second uncle. It's just that she inherited the family business, and everyone knows it. I..."

When she said this, she smiled bitterly, and continued with a bit of disappointment in her voice, "When I grow up, I will follow my mother's example and not go to my second uncle's place. No wonder Master Hong is curious, there are many No one knows I can make porcelain."

Then she opened the brocade box containing the tea set, revealing a tea set with a white glaze, a thin body, and a pattern of ascending higher and higher.

I wrote too late yesterday, and my mind was fuzzy. I thought I had already published the article, but I didn’t click "publish"...

Feel sorry!

I'll post the manuscript first and correct the typos later.