Yun Ruohui abruptly opened his eyes, as if he had not yet pulled himself out of the nightmare. His eyes were unfocused, and his hands were pressed on his knees as he breathed rapidly.
Ning Shu calmly walked in and took out a clean handkerchief and handed it to him. She asked in a low voice, "Is the eldest young master sick?"
Yun Ruohui took it and nodded his head in thanks. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and restored his clean and gentle face. He stood up and smiled slightly. "I was just dreaming of some things from the past and lost myself for a moment. Just now … did I say anything nonsense?"
Ning Shu calmly shook her head. "It was raining heavily outside. I didn't hear clearly."
Yun Ruohui turned his head and looked. He stood up and walked out of the room. Looking at the curtain of rain outside, he muttered, "It's raining so heavily."
Ning Shu followed and looked at him with a smile. "I heard that the eldest young master was traveling a few years ago and went to many places. On the way, he met a woman who entrusted her life to him. Ning Shu admired and envied him. I just haven't heard the eldest young master mention it yet. "
Yun Ruohui quietly looked at the curtain of rain in a daze. After a long time, he sighed emotionally. "Yes, it's been a few years."
Today, he wore a sky-blue robe with moon gauze on the outside. It was swept up by the wind, cold and lonely. He stood under the eaves and didn't care about the wind and rain soaking his clothes.
"The first time I met her, it was also raining. It was the third day I had just arrived in Jiangnan. It was different from the capital. The rain in Jiangnan came without warning. One moment the sky was high and far, the next moment it was drizzling like cotton. I had just arrived in Jiangnan and was completely unprepared. I was drenched from head to toe. I hurriedly looked for shelter and accidentally bumped into her. She was holding a lotus leaf, and the green plum blossoms were scattered on the ground. The paper umbrella was also swept away by the wind. Her hair was wet and she stared at me and yelled for compensation. "
A smile gradually appeared on his face as he fell into a distant memory. "Coincidentally, I didn't bring my purse that day and couldn't find a single copper coin on me. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to ask her to follow me back to the inn to withdraw money. She suddenly took three steps back and looked at me suspiciously. 'Are you going to tell me that I'm really ashamed and didn't bring any money and that I'll have to trouble Miss to come back with me to get some money?' I said: Ah, how did you guess? She sneered and looked at me, then shouted, "Come quickly, gentlemen!" There's someone here who looks like a human and a dog. He's a kidnapper! I was stunned. Then, I saw more than a dozen villagers surrounding me with wooden sticks and poles. They wanted to take me to the yamen. I tried to explain, but no one believed me. When I turned around, she had already run away. Then I was locked up in the yamen for a night. It was too embarrassing. I've never … "
He shook his head and laughed softly. His jade-like face was especially handsome.
She could tell that being locked up in the yamen was very hard, but his memories were very sweet. Ning Shu, who was in the audience, was also affected by his emotions. Her lips curved into a smile.
"The second time we met was also an accident. That day, I made an appointment with a new friend to give him a painting to admire. We met at Brocade Weaving Pavilion. That day, there were many guests at Brocade Weaving Pavilion. As I was walking down the stairs, I was pushed by someone. I lost my grip on the painting and fell down the stairs. Just as I was worried that I might lose the painting, I heard a clear scream from downstairs. I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down. A woman wearing a scarlet dress was holding the painting in one hand and covering her head with the other. She was crying out in pain. When I looked down at her, she also looked up at me. I recognized her at a glance. It was her again. "
Ning Shu smiled faintly. "It seems that it was fate."
"Yes. Although I've read thousands of books, I've never believed that there's such a thing as the golden wind and the jade dew. When they meet, it's better than countless things in the world. But at that moment, I knew that it was fate. "
"Because of the pain, her eyes were red. She glared at me with anger and grievance. I don't know why, but my heart didn't know how to beat. I hurriedly ran down the stairs to apologize to her. She said, 'Why is it you again, you kidnapper? Why did your master let you out to harm people? ' I tried my best to explain to her, 'I'm really not a kidnapper. Last time, you misunderstood. This time, I'll pay for all your medical expenses.' Then I went to look for my purse, but it was gone. I thought that the person on the stairs might have been a pickpocket who deliberately bumped into me to steal money. Helpless, I could only tell her, 'I'll give you this painting as compensation.' She opened her eyes wide. 'I thought you were a kidnapper, but I didn't expect you to be a swindler. How much can a tattered painting be worth?' She thought for a moment and said, 'Forget it. It's better than nothing. At least I can sell it for three or five copper coins.' I chased after her and asked for her name. She said, 'My name is' Bad Luck When I Meet You. 'I'll have to trouble you to stay away from me.' "
"Later, I found out that she didn't sell the painting. Because when she opened it, she found that the painting was of her. After that, I found out that she was an unregistered courtesan at Brocade Weaving Pavilion. She asked for money because several of the girls in the pavilion caught a cold. The brothel mistress wouldn't give her a single copper coin. "
Ning Shu listened attentively and asked, "And then?"
His expression suddenly became complicated.
Another bolt of lightning came from the horizon, and the rain became even heavier. His clothes were completely soaked, but he didn't care at all. After a long time, he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling. "She's dead."
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