Chapter 9, a warm face pressed against a cold bottom

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Yue Qianqiu completely ignored this matter. When the car door opened, he saw Yue Xiu once again flustered and hurriedly adjusting her clothes, so he simply got out of the car.

The entrance of the Qiu residence is located on a long street, appearing rather unremarkable. However, upon a glance, one can see the blue bricks and dark tiles, exuding a sense of ancient charm and understated luxury.

Since he had no intention of achieving immediate success today, why not show off a little?

"They are here to study, why say such things?" The oldest boy finally spoke up to stop his companions, yet he said it calmly, "Mr. Qiu is currently speaking with a visitor, please wait a moment..."

Is it this apricot red one, or this soy sauce purple one

He had just mentioned this when he caught sight of his teacher escorting a handsome and tall young man, dressed in a simple robe and straw sandals, out. It seemed they had enjoyed a pleasant conversation, and he immediately turned around to greet him.

Seeing that he seemed to sense his gaze, as if facing a formidable enemy, he tightly concealed his hands. However, Qianqiu raised an eyebrow thoughtfully but did not delve deeper; instead, he suddenly pulled the curtains wider.

Watching the setting sun, I rummaged through my belongings, almost taking out all my clothes to spread them across the soft couch, leaving Qianqiu utterly amused and bewildered

He didn't mention Yue Qianqiu at all, speaking instead of the words he had rehearsed several times in front of the madam before coming here, hoping desperately that Yue Qianqiu would know when to back down and not come over to disrupt his good fortune

Yet, Yue Qianqiu did not step forward at all; he clearly saw the scene where Yue Xiu had just been ridiculed, and his heart was already filled with anger.

Amidst this understated and reserved palette, every passerby cannot help but cast their gaze upon Qianqiu. This is because her attire stands out as a striking red amidst the sea of green, exceptionally eye-catching

Through the opened curtains, he saw the street vendors, the bargaining pedestrians, and the closely packed shops... Although it was not as clean and tidy as the residence, he realized that his resistance had unconsciously diminished somewhat, while his interest had increased a bit more

In Yuexiu, one could see the other party quietly reporting something to the middle-aged man in his forties, his gaze frequently darting towards oneself, momentarily ignoring the unfriendly stares from the three youths at the door, filled with hope.

Yue Xiu was very displeased with Yue Qianqiu's behavior at this moment, which resembled that of a country bumpkin entering the city. Unable to contain herself, she spoke up to remind him: "If you are going to take the car, just take the car. What is there to see outside? It is dirty and chaotic. Quickly pull down the curtains!"

In Yuexiu, one loves to seek mentorship and education, and in any case, he will never put his warm face against someone else's cold backside

In the past two days, Luoxia's mood has been as bright and cheerful as the splendid spring light. The old master personally stated that he would keep her for another two years, allowing her to choose her own husband at that time, a privilege that cannot be found elsewhere in the entire household.

It is said that even distinguished individuals are particular about renting houses

The setting sun left her momentarily stunned. However, in the end, she could not resist Yue Qianqiu, even though she still felt that wearing bright red to seek a master and pursue her studies was indeed very inappropriate, right up until she sent Yue Qianqiu off.

The four individuals were poised and elegant, engaging in lively conversation and laughter, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings

Yue Qianqiu felt that his choice was very appropriate. Especially when he saw Yue Xiu dressed in a properly tailored bamboo green round-collared right lapel shirt, with a pair of refreshing black cloth shoes on his feet, he thought this even more.

No matter how many years pass, I remain unbothered, trembling with anger, unable to speak. Yuexiu, who could barely utter a word, calmly said: "As a person, do not forget your roots. These five words are not mine; they were spoken by my grandfather."

The setting sun did not notice the helpless expression on his face after a thousand autumns, still gesturing one piece after another towards him, and only at the end did she let out a sigh of regret

Until finally, the voice of a servant came from outside the car, announcing that they had arrived at the Qiu family residence. He could not help but panic, quickly taking advantage of the moment when Yue Qianqiu was not paying attention to pull down the curtain.

"If I try again, I will almost become a clothes rack..." Yue Qianqiu muttered irritably, and then decisively said, "No need to choose, just that one, bright red!"

Perhaps Old Master Yue is still concerned about the previous incident of the "robber" breaking into the house, as today he actually had Yue Ying take a few servants to escort the two individuals to Mr. Qiu's residence, and then wait at the Ministry of Revenue.

At this moment, upon seeing that Yue Xiu's left hand was tightly bound, it was evident that he had experienced the rod of discipline, which made Yue Qianqiu unable to suppress a smile. After releasing his hand, he casually pointed to the curious onlookers outside who were peering at the carriage and leaned against the side of the carriage, saying: "What was the difference between my grandfather and these people outside thirty years ago?"

Therefore, as Yue Qianqiu observed the silent, thin middle-aged man through the gap in the curtains, he felt a rather reliable sensation within himself

Today, there was originally supposed to be an elder from the family to send them off, but the old gentleman stated that we should not let outsiders think that the descendants of the Yue family are dependent on adults, so he directly had Yue Qianqiu bring Yue Xiu here.

Casting a sidelong glance at his serious-faced nephew, Yue Qianqiu was too lazy to respond, his gaze falling on the left hand of Yue Xiu, which was shrunk behind his back

He seemed to be aware of his own indiscretion, turning his head away and remaining silent. However, one of his companions interjected with a half-smile, saying: "I have only heard of the Wu Zhong Yue clan and the Jin Yang Yue clan, but the Bai Men Yue clan? I have never heard of it"

Mocking? Ha, who doesn't know that the Yu family of Baimen only became prosperous through their grandfather? In Jinling, there are countless families claiming to have a heritage of over a hundred years. When have they ever looked up to the Yu family?

In front of the door, there are four boys aged around sixteen or seventeen conversing, all dressed in scholarly robes of deep blue, stone blue, herb green, and onion green, clearly reflecting the traditional attire of the Yuexiu style.

It is a pity that the old master had always specifically instructed that the clothes made for the young master were mostly in bright red, bright green, royal blue, and rose purple, with hardly any understated colors. The outfit the young master wore when he passed through the back door that day was too shabby

Hearing the words of the elder, Yuexiu Yi, although suspecting that Yue Qianqiu was using a chicken feather as a command token, ultimately felt deflated like a punctured ball and could no longer reason with Yue Qianqiu

Where there are disciples, there must be a master. These few at the door dare to mock and amuse themselves with the Yue family drama; who knows if they were taught by a teacher?

Having grown up in Yuexiu, this is the first time I have left the Yue residence alone. At this moment, faced with such malicious mockery, I was caught off guard, my face instantly alternating between shades of green and white, feeling extremely embarrassed

For the first time in seven years, he officially stepped out of the gate of the Yue residence. After getting into the carriage, he paid no attention to his low-key and silent nephew beside him. He only felt that the sky was so enticingly clear, the noise from outside was so pleasant to the ears, and the sounds of hooves and the turning of the wheels were exceptionally melodious. Through the curtains, he saw those vendors and laborers, and even though they were in tattered clothes, they were still so pleasing to the eye

May I ask, esteemed gentlemen, is Mr. Qiu at home? I am a latecomer from the Bai Men Yue family, seeking to study.

A horse-drawn carriage is parked against the southern wall of the long street, and five or six well-groomed horses with bright coats are tied to the hitching post. At first glance, it is indeed more orderly than the main gate of the Yue residence when it emerged from the depths of history.

The Bai Men Yue family? A seemingly youngest boy among them gazed thoughtfully at Yue Xiu 1, and suddenly burst into laughter

Seeing that the car window was opened wide, Yue Xiu suddenly felt both anxious and angry. He could no longer care about hiding his hand injury and lunged forward to try to pull down the curtain. It was not until Yue Qianqiu grabbed his left wrist that he became flustered, yet he shouted in a fierce but cowardly manner: "What are you doing? Do you want to let people mock us for being uncultured, coming from the Yue family?"

When he used to accompany his mother to visit his grandmother, he was also curious to pull back the curtains and look outside, only to be met with a chaotic sight, for which he received a scolding from his mother

Therefore, when Yue Xiu finally organized his attire and stepped down from the vehicle, he saw Yue Qianqiu's ostentatious clothing and wished he could publicly distance himself from it. However, since they had disembarked from the same vehicle, he could only grit his teeth and ignore Yue Qianqiu, walking straight to the entrance and bowing to the four young men.

Over the years, if it were not for the large He Ming Xuan available for him to pass the time with his writing, and an old cunning grandfather to entertain him with conversation, he would have nearly gone mad from being unable to go out