Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet

141

Chapter 141: He felt like he was on the verge of madness

The man didn't answer, but stopped writing. His narrow slender eyes raised, and he looked at the boy quietly.

The boy gulped. He was most afraid of this kind of gaze of his uncle, because he couldn't see through it. He always felt that if his next sentence couldn't satisfy him, a beast would spring out of his eyes and eat him up in one bite.

"Aunt Liu has to attend the convention, and she should get up early. I'm afraid that I won't catch up with her by then and oversleep. Tonight, c-can I...rest early?"

"Go ahead." The man dropped his eyes, and continued annotating.

The boy didn't recover for a while.

Done?

So easy?

"Anything else?"

"No, no more! Uncle, tomorrow you also have to get up early. Oh, if I go out tomorrow, I'd be afraid if you aren't around to accompany me," the boy blurted and immediately slipped away.

In the study, the man's brush paused over the paper, unable to write for a long time.

The ink slowly condensed at the tip of the brush and dripped down, leaving a black stain on the paper.

Just as his mind was in turmoil, the word was also blurred.

He had tried with all his might to restrain himself.

He restrained himself from crossing the wall, from seeing her, from appearing in front of her, and from letting her appear in front of him.

But he still couldn't resist the temptation to let the boy go to the guest house; to use a third person to gain a connection with her; to explore a subtle glimpse of what she had to say.

When the boy said he wanted him to accompany him to the convention, an overwhelming glee burrowed in his heart.

Feng Qingbai threw the brush out of his hand in frustration and held his forehead, gasping for breath.

He felt like he was on the verge of madness

He got up, pushed the door open, and his footsteps unknowingly led him to the back wall of the guest house. He leaned against the wall and looked up into the night sky.

The stars were twinkling; the moon was hazy; and it was cold and quiet.

But behind him, the courtyard was quite lively.

Someone was singing a song without a word in tune, but the cheers and praise were incessant!

Even through the courtyard wall, he could imagine how joyful that picture was.

The corners of his lips curled up. He closed his eyes and began to imagine that he was also in that picture, sitting beside the young woman, watching and listening to them.

Qian Wanjin only sang half the song, but two of the three audience members in the courtyard were already in stitches. Even Wei Hong couldn't help herself, and her shoulders trembled several times.

They spent most of the day in a gaily-painted pleasure-boat just because Qian Wanjin had to learn a song.

When they returned to the courtyard, Qian Wanjin had almost forgotten the tune.

He spent quite a lot of money, but the result of learning it was that they could barely listen to it while they were on the boat. By the time they returned to the courtyard, Qian Wanjin had almost forgotten the song.