Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 200: 2 Di's Secret

Liang En probably asked someone to clean the room regularly, so there wasn't much dust.

Jingzhi suddenly remembered to confirm whether Erdi had hidden any private money.

So while plastering, he also started searching through boxes and cabinets.

Liang En didn't dare let her touch the small treasury that he and she had saved for a lifetime, and placed it neatly on the shelf in the corner of the study.

She still remembers exactly how much money was in it.

It is no exaggeration to say that she can live a life of ease and comfort in this life with the money they saved in their previous lives.

By the way, when Erdi confessed his love to her, he gave her all his assets. He shouldn't be hiding any money secretly.

Jingzhi's fingers gently stroked the well-preserved dark brown step-out bed in the bedroom, and scenes of him and her laughter and tenderness appeared in his mind.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and his warm fingertips lightly touched the exquisite mandarin duck carvings on the bed frame.

This bed was specially made before he got married.

"Click!"

A slight sound suddenly rang out in the silent room.

Jingzhi moved her fingertips away and looked at the embracing mandarin ducks. It seemed that one of them was slightly sunken.

Her eyelids twitched, and she took a closer look, only to find that she had not broken it, but that the mandarin duck seemed to be embedded there as an extra part.

The paint surface on the mandarin duck's abdomen has been polished to the point of slightly fading.

She always felt that she seemed to have discovered Erdi's little secret.

Jingzhi suddenly felt inexplicably angry.

He better not have hidden money for her, otherwise she would go to his grave to dance tonight.

She pursed her lips, extended her index finger to touch the slightly concave part of the mandarin duck, and then pressed down hard.

There was another crisp "click" sound.

Just when she thought the mechanism of the bed had fallen into disrepair, a small drawer suddenly popped out from the side of the bed at her feet. The drawer was half open and rested against her ankle, which scared her.

After Jing took a step back, the drawers popped out with a bang.

The things hidden in the innermost part of the drawer were instantly revealed to her.

Jingzhi squatted down and took a look. It turned out to be a small lacquer box.

This style is quite similar to the wooden box that was under Erdi's bed when she was in the opera troupe.

It is palm-sized and light to hold, with copper corner flowers inlaid on all eight corners.

After years of baptism, the golden copper color oxidized into bronze, and the box lost its original exquisiteness and became somewhat rustic.

Erdi, who has always been extremely cautious, probably knew that this mechanism would be difficult for others to discover, so she did not lock the box.

Jingzhi sat back on the bed holding the box, not knowing whether to open it or not.

It's so light, it must not be silver.

She shook it gently twice, and there was a rustling sound inside, indicating that there was something inside.

And everyone has their own little secrets, including herself.

Wouldn't it be bad if she opened it without Erdi's consent?

But she was so curious, the kind that was really curious.

Holding a cat back from finding out the truth is like putting a fish in front of her and not letting her eat it.

And just by looking at the mandarin duck that was almost peeling off, she knew that Erdi must have opened and closed this drawer a lot.

What on earth was that old sickly guy doing behind her back?

"Er Di, since I've discovered it by chance, I'm going to open it and take a look. Don't be angry!"

As Jingzhi spoke, she stretched out her index finger to lift the clasp on the front of the box. She swallowed her saliva. After more than a hundred years, the box was finally opened again.

When Jingzhi saw what was hidden inside, his expression froze instantly and he couldn't help but curse.

"Stinky brother, I told you I smelled oranges, and you actually put this thing next to the bed!!"

At the very top of the box, there was a round object, pitch black and almost fossilized, but the shape of an orange segment on it was still clearly visible.

Jingzhi didn't know why it didn't turn into a pool of water directly. She thought that Erdi must have used some means to keep it in this state.

Could this be... the orange she peeled for him when she was serving him in the opera troupe?

Didn’t this fool eat it?

When she realized this, the anger on her face disappeared without a trace, and her face was a mixture of guilt and joy.

"Then, I won't scold you then."

He really loves me~

Jingzhi, who was obsessed with love, happily held the box in front of her eyes and examined it carefully, just like its original owner, as if she wanted to see a flower out of the black orange.

At this moment, she suddenly discovered that the yellowed paper under the black orange pillow seemed to have ink spots.

Could this guy be like Lin Jiu, silently leaving her a love letter?!

The right corner of Jingzhi's mouth began to twitch, and her body involuntarily twisted left and right.

Oh, he is such a person~

This joyful mood only lasted until she saw the contents on the paper, and then quickly turned into speechlessness.

The content is as follows:

[Small:

I knew you were clumsy and would definitely discover this place one day.

Remember not to throw away the oranges, they are my treasures.

(A big ink dot) was the first gift you gave me. 】

"How stupid! What you eat is yours."

"Oh no, you already had it."

Jingzhi read half of the letter, pressed it to her chest, and rolled over on the bed.

She had already placed the box and the black oranges on the dressing table.

After calming down for a while, Jingzhi grinned, picked up the letter and continued reading.

We've been friends for a lifetime, but I've never asked you who 'Feng' is. Actually, I'm both curious and jealous.

So every time I think of this, I can't help but torment you in bed.

There were a few times when you even fainted.

But I felt sad and couldn't control myself.

Sorry.

If I die one day...can you go to my grave and burn the answer for me (crossed out)

Haha, the above words are just a joke.

Don't be angry, and still love me, okay? 】

After a few lines, he started writing again.

Jingzhi guessed that he must have written these at different times.

[Xiaozhi, I have wrinkles and white hair, but you are still as young as ever.

Otherwise, after I die, you can find someone else... (crossed out)

You are not allowed to look for anyone else. You belong to me and you only love me, okay? (Heavy ink, with a line underneath to emphasize it, the last word "okay" seems to be blurred by water)

Jingzhi lay on the bed in a daze, her index finger lightly touching the wrinkled "good".

After a long time, a hoarse "OK" was heard in the silent room.

……

The signature in the lower right corner is a mess, as if it was written and crossed out, written and crossed out again, over and over again.

Jingzhi flattened the paper and walked to the oil lamp to take a closer look.

【Liang Erdi (crossed out)

Diliu (followed by a large ink dot and preceded by a few slightly larger characters)

Xiaozhi's only true love: Diliu

"Di..., my only true love."

"You are so domineering."

"But I have only loved you for several lifetimes."

"...Am I being stubborn?"

Jingzhi wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, reading a letter over and over again, crying and laughing all the time, like a madman.

The next day, she finally woke up late.

"Selling sesame cakes! Selling sesame cakes!"

The dazzling sunlight shone through the window onto Jingzhi's swollen eyelids. She moaned and climbed up with disheveled hair.

He carefully folded the letter paper tightly held in his hand back into the box, and then hid the box in the secret compartment.

Then he changed his clothes and washed himself like a zombie.

Finally, I took my sword, went out to buy a cake, and it was time to go to work.

After Jingzhi paid the bill, she was eating a pancake that was bigger than her face when she was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"Good morning, Brother Lin. Why are you up at this time?..."

Jingzhi turned around and Lin Jiu suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong with you? Your eyes are so swollen?"

When she saw it was him, Jingzhi suddenly remembered the letter from last night.

Under the eyes of the man selling sesame cakes, she quickly stood on tiptoe and hugged Lin Jiu's neck tightly.

There were thousands of words she wanted to say to him, but Jingzhi could only remain silent.

enemy.

You are my enemy.

Lin Jiu froze. Seeing the pancake seller's mouth slightly open, but his eyes full of gossip, he uncomfortably gently pushed Jingzhi's arm down.

He clenched his hand into a fist and punched her chest hard, showing the normal gesture between brothers.

"Don't be such a crying, whiny man. What's wrong with you?"

Jingzhi was punched on the tightly bound chest by him, and she grimaced in pain. All the words and love in her heart disappeared in an instant.

She pulled the corners of her mouth stiffly, took a bite of the pancake, and said to him politely:

"No problem, what a coincidence, I'll treat you to a sesame cake!"

It was already bright outside. Jingzhi wanted to say that considering his health, he should have eaten long ago. It was just a polite remark, but Lin Jiu smiled faintly and replied:

"Okay, brunch would be fine."

"...Boss, three more pancakes!"

If it can't kill him, I need three.

Lin Jiu said with a smile: "Xiao Hai and A Bao haven't eaten yet. This morning I asked them to go to the suburbs to help."

Jingzhi: “…Oh.”