Fang Ziquan knew what to expect, and he was also worried about whether Hao Junmo could get over this hurdle.
It just so happened that Gong Wenjue was going to leave Beijing again, so he thought about simply taking this opportunity to drag Hao Junmo out of the mansion to relax.
He didn't say the reason, and he was so solemn, Gong Wenjue couldn't help but feel a little strange.
He asked, "I'm going to invite several people tomorrow, is that appropriate?"
” "The left and right are just the few people we are all good friends with, what's not suitable."
Fang Ziquan said nonchalantly: "According to me, it would be better to have more people."
There are many people, and Cousin Mo will not be cranky. ” "Why don't you tell me the reason, and I'll make an idea for you?"
Gong Wenjue glanced at him and said, "Jun Mo, what happened to him, is your method feasible." ” "I've said it, I can't tell you right now."
Fang Ziquan said: "You should do me a favor, just wait for him to come out and relax."
Location, why don't we go to Luoshui to rent a boat?
” "What do you think?"
Gong Wenjue said angrily: "It's cold, go to Luoshui to blow the cold wind, where is there any scenery to play?"
” He thought for a while and said, "I'll go back and let people go to Tianjin Qiaotou to have a look, but there is a wine shop that has not been decided."
"Over there, near Luoshui, led by "Listening to Perfume Pavilion", there are several elegant wine shops and tea shops.
It's just that the current New Year is the time to meet for a banquet, and it is also the best time for business in these places, and there may not be a place.
"Okay, then I'll wait for you to send the post."
After the decision was made, Gong Wenjue left.
In the afternoon, someone sent a post to be sent to a liquor shop not far from the Perfume Pavilion.
Fang Ziquan looked at the names on the post, there were Chu Mo and Tang Ding, who were familiar with him, as well as Wu Jinsong and Zhu Wenze, who didn't know each other much, and a few others simply didn't know each other.
Gong Wenjue is the eldest grandson of Hubu Shangshu, and he has a wide range of friends, far more than Fang Ziquan knows.
Since it was a farewell banquet for him to leave Beijing, he had already changed the location because of his request, and the person who invited him, Fang Ziquan, naturally would not put his beak again.
The next day, Fang Ziquan got up early in the morning, and after saying hello to Si Lansheng, he left Fang's house.
When I arrived at the alley at the entrance of Hao's mansion, I met Gong Wenjue riding over slowly.
"Brother Wen Jue has a heart!"
Fang Ziquan arched his hand and smiled.
Gong Wenjue turned over and dismounted, and said, "Your request, do I dare not take it to heart?"
If you turn around and say I'm not in front of Jinhui, I won't be fine. ” Between words, he did not shy away from the favor of the other party Jinhui.
"You're going to be a big sister!"
Looking at his appearance, Fang Ziquan couldn't wait to slap him to the ground.
It is said that this person is a gentleman, why does it sometimes make people hate itchy?
Gong Wenjue smiled and said, "Let's go, it's important to get down to business." ” The two had already sent a post to Hao's house yesterday, but they didn't wait for Hao Junmo's reply.
This will come to visit, and there will be a little servant waiting at the door.
"Young Master Cousin, come with the minions."
The little guy Fang Ziquan recognized that he was waiting by Hao Junmo's side.
This will make him cry and mourn, and his face will be very ugly.
Fang Ziquan's heart tightened.
He knew that Fang Jinshu's rejection of Hao Junmo must have hit him hard. didn't expect that Hao Junmo, a person who takes family responsibilities to heart, would be so abnormal in the New Year.
Knowing this, no matter how busy he was, he should have come over early in the morning instead of putting it off until today.
"Lead the way."
Fang Ziquan waved his hand and quickened his pace.
Gong Wenjue quickly followed, and whispered in his ear: "If there is anything wrong, you must tell me the reason." ” Fang Ziquan nodded carelessly.
This matter is related to Fang Jinshu, and Fang Jinshu is discussing marriage at the moment, and her reputation cannot be flawed.
Fortunately, Gong Wenjue is a gentleman of Duanfang, and he is Fang Jinhui's fiancé, and he is his own family.
If it really doesn't work, the only thing he can turn to for help is Gong Wenjue.
The little maid took the two of them to the study and said anxiously: "The two young masters, please."
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My young master has been in it for several days, and he doesn't even pay attention to his wife's words. ” "The old man got angry yesterday and said that if this continues, he will ask for a monk today."
"Got it."
Fang Ziquan pushed the door in, and Gong Wenjue followed.
The room was burning with a dragon, and the heat steamed up a sour smell mixed with sake lees.
The smell was so bad that the two of them raised their arms and covered their noses with their sleeves.
The room was dimly lit and the windows were all closed.
On the top of the bookcase, there are a mess of picture scrolls, and the pen and ink are placed aside.
The ink in the inkstone had long since dried up, and there were still a lot of paper balls on the ground.
The two looked at each other, and Hao Junmo was lying on the ground with his head on his back, his hands spread and his legs curled up.
In his hand, there were several empty jars.
He didn't know if he was awake or asleep, but the sound of them coming in didn't alarm him at all.
"What is this doing?"
The air inside was dirty, and Fang Ziquan motioned for the little servant to open all the windows.
The little guy timidly glanced at Hao Junmo who was lying on the ground, and didn't dare to move.
It wasn't that he hadn't opened the window, but he was angrily stopped by the young master.
Gong Wenjue frowned, strode forward, and opened the windows one by one with his own hands.
Fresh air blew in with cold wind, diluting the smell of the house.
The interior of the house also became brighter one after another.
Feeling the daylight, Hao Junmo, who was originally lying on the ground like a dead fish, squinted his eyes, bounced up from the ground, and shouted angrily: "Who told you to open the window?"
” After Fang Ziquan left that day, he could still try his best to calm down.
But as time went on, the pain in my heart became worse and worse.
He also wanted to control his thoughts, but he couldn't help but think of everything related to her.
Her eyebrows, her lips, and what she said, she called "Brother Mo" softly......
How can he forget all this?
From now on, none of this has anything to do with him.
Sooner or later, she will be engaged and married.
Thinking that there was another man by her side, and he would embrace her into his arms, Hao Junmo's heart was dripping with blood as if it had been cut by a thousand knives.
This pain, deep into the bone marrow, entangles in the soul.
No, he can control it if he wants to.
Later, he could only anesthetize himself with the help of alcohol.
Locked himself in the study, he didn't want to go out and see others, and later, he didn't even want to see the sun.
In the darkness of the night, he can think alone.
In such a space, he can chew on the pain.
Until today.
"I drove it."
Gong Wenjue turned to look at him, and said with a solemn expression: "I don't know what happened to you, but you should also cheer up." ” Hao Junmo's cheeks were sunken, he opened his empty eyes and looked at him, and then closed them again.