at night.

After Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu finished their busy day, they bought wine and returned to the yard.

Tonight the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Zhao Rong was now in the open-air courtyard, holding a glass of wine and looking up, unable to see a single star.

He whispered "Go home" several times in his mind, but still no one answered.

"Ziyu, what are you thinking about?" Fan Yushu asked tiredly.

Since what happened in the morning, he has been so listless all day.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and said, "It's okay."

Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong again and raised his eyebrows slightly.

They have agreed not to return until they get drunk tonight.

Fan Yushu raised his head to look at the sky, frowned, and muttered: "It looks like it's raining, and it's quite rainy."

He is a native of Duyou City and knows the weather here quite well.

Afterwards, they went into Fan Yushu's house to drink.

What surprised Zhao Rong was that Fan Yushu had no intention of complaining to him while drinking.

He did not tell Zhao Rong his story with Ye Lanzhi.

Inside the room, Fan Yushu was leaning on a chair, drinking with his head covered.

It seems to be the type where the more you drink, the less you talk.

But Zhao Rong didn't care. He didn't really want to chat anyway, but he was a little worried that Fan Yushu wouldn't be able to think about it, so he came to accompany him. In any case, he was the first classmate Zhao Rong met when he just entered the academy. He felt that he got along well.

Come.

The two of them just drank wine separately, but Fan Yushu drank one cup after another, while Zhao Rong took a sip from time to time and occasionally looked out the window.

The night passed quietly.

I don’t know how long it has been.

Fan Yushu leaned back and fell on the back of the chair. He held the handle of the chair with one hand and held the wine glass with three fingers on the other hand and shook it gently. He stared straight at the swaying drink, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Tzuyu." He said suddenly.

Zhao Rong looked away from the window and said, "Uh-huh."

Fan Yushu's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, but he leaned forward and said in a serious tone: "Do you know who I am?"

Looking at his mysterious appearance, Zhao Rong raised the corners of his lips slightly, then lowered them again, with a solemn expression.

"Hiss, who are you?"

"My surname is Fan."

"Well, that's right."

"My surname is Fan."

"I know."

"My home is in Duyoudongcheng."

"Then what."

"I..." Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong's expression speechlessly, still looking like he was expecting his answer with his eyes wide open, without understanding his hint at all.

I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, these are some weird classmates I just met.

However, Fan Yushu thought about it and remembered that Zhao Rong was not from Duyou City, and it seemed that he had just arrived in Duyou City not long ago.

He suddenly lost some interest and directly showed his cards and said: "My grandfather's name is Fan Tao. My family has a house on Youshan Mountain. There is also a business on the mountain called Thatched Cottage Shop, which belongs to our Fan family."

After a few casual words, Fan Yushu stopped talking.

For example, most of the West City was expanded by Youlan Mansion borrowing money from the Fan family.

For example, there are several time-honored brands on Wangquezhou Mountain, and Caotang Shop is one of them.

For another example, his grandfather originally wanted to buy all the private houses on Youshan Mountain, but Madam Ziyi didn't nod, and the owners of other private houses were not short of money, so the matter was abandoned. However, his grandfather still thought about it and often murmured.

How nice it would be if I could live alone in a mountain with Madam Ziyi...

He didn't say much, what he said should be enough.

Fan Yushu suddenly raised his head, tipped the glass, and drank it all in one gulp. However, after finishing the drink, he still maintained a posture of looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, leaving half of his "exquisite" pretty face, facing Zhao Rong sideways, with hazy eyes.

Melancholy.

This set of actions is simply extremely coquettish.

Zhao Rong blinked and glanced at Fan Yushu, who was peeking at his expression. He thought about it and said cautiously: "Is the Fan family you are talking about powerful?"

Fan Yushu crossed his shoulders, lowered his raised legs, and slammed the wine glass in his hand towards the table. However, when he was about to approach the table, he gently put it down and waved his hand in the air, "It's not a question of whether it's powerful or not, it's really

It's that kind, that kind that's rare..."

He paused, but still couldn't find the words. Fan Yushu sighed and said, "Forget it, let's not talk anymore."

He raised his head and drank coquettishly.

Zhao Rong nodded as if he understood something, and suddenly remembered some impressions. He seemed to have seen the name of this thatched cottage shop at Longquan Ferry in the south of Wangque, and then he seemed to have seen this business name at some Xianjia Ferry crossings along the way.

Liu Sanbian was the only one who went to those shops to buy things. He was waiting elsewhere, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

However, there is a house on Youshan Mountain. I heard Miss Lu Wan mention this.

So he’s similar to Wen Ruo, a wealthy descendant of the Xian family?

But...what does it have to do with this young master?

Zhao Rong took a sip of his wine and nodded in praise, "Your store is quite far away."

I remember that Zhong Xiuzhai, who gathered all the resources of Zhongnan Mountain, also had a semicolon on the mountain north of Wangque.

Fan Yushu finally understood that Zhao Rong knew nothing. He was really an innocent scholar at the foot of the mountain before... Fan Yushu originally thought that Zhao Rong could become Zhao Lingfei's husband, and his identity and background might be related to a prominent Zhao clan on Wangquezhou Mountain.

What is relevant is that there is also a Zhao family in Duyou City. Like their Fan family, they are one of the top ten wealthy families...

He replied casually: "It's not bad. You can buy almost everything in my thatched cottage shop..."

Fan Yushu's words suddenly stopped and he was stunned for a moment, staring straight at the drink in the glass, which reflected the orange candlelight.

It seems that I have thought of something that I can’t buy, such as a woman’s heart...

Fan Yushu fell silent and continued to drink with his head covered, even more fiercely than before.

Zhao Rong looked at this classmate who suddenly became depressed, and sighed lightly, but he was not comforted. After all, he had just met each other not long ago, and he didn't know much about other people's emotions. Besides, he hadn't even gotten his wife back, so where could he find it?

Qualified to enlighten others...

Thinking like this, Zhao Rong suddenly became melancholy and couldn't help but drink a few more drinks.

So and so.

The night is getting deeper.

The moon is high in the sky outside the window, but the wind is getting louder and louder.

In the room, Fan Yushu was drunk and almost collapsed, but the other person was still awake.

Zhao Rong looked at the sky outside the window again. The wind was blowing rapidly, and it looked like a storm was coming.

He stood up, closed the creaking wooden window, and took a look inside the house.

Zhao Rongjing thought for a while and said to Fan Yushu, who was drunk and talking to himself: "Brother Yushu, can I borrow your pen and paper?"

After repeating it three times, Fan Yushu nodded and waved in a drunken manner.

Zhao Rong walked to Fan Yushu's desk and took out a piece of paper that was full of fragrance and made of extraordinary material.

I heard Fan Yushu say before that this is a specialty of a small country in the east of Wangquezhou. This country is rich in paper, ink, pens and inkstones, all of which are top quality, and many of them are popular among the immortals on the mountain.

The light pink paper now, called Flower Curtain Paper, is the first-grade carefully selected among them.

"Brother Yushu is really brave."

Zhao Rong shook his head and chuckled, then wrote a love letter to Qingjun tomorrow on the flower curtain paper, which was probably more expensive than all the rice paper he had ever used combined.

Not long after.

Zhao Rong stopped writing, packed the envelope, and walked over to shake the already drunk Fan Yushu's shoulder.

"Brother Yushu, wake up, wake up, please do me a favor. Send a letter to Qingjun for me tomorrow morning. I have something to do tomorrow, so I have to take leave from Taiqing Mansion for a day. I will probably come back very late. Hello, wake up.

Brother Yushu, did you hear that tomorrow..."

Zhao Rong shouted several times before Fan Yushu understood. He nodded in a daze, pulled his sleeves, and while dragging Zhao Rong to drink, he patted his chest to ensure that the letter was delivered.

Zhao Rong nodded, put the love letter on the desk, covered Fan Yushu who was sleeping on the desk with a blanket, then opened the door and left.

He is going on a long journey.
To be continued...