Chapter 15: People are also gentle under the moonlight

Chapter 15: People are Tender Under the Moonlight

The moonlight was dim.

However, Ji Shi Clinic was lit up.

In the past, when An Jing returned from his night calls, the lights here were always off, but now it was different.

An Jing changed his clothes, took the freshly bought candied hawthorns, and walked in.

Just then, a black, fluffy, round ball rolled to his feet.

"Where did you come from?"

An Jing couldn't help but ask, looking at the puppy at his feet.

"Young Master, you're back from your calls."

Tan Yun walked over with a pestle, excitedly saying, "Xiao Jie and I picked it up on the way back. I felt sorry for it, so I brought it home."

An Jing nodded, gently stroked the puppy's fur, and smiled, "Having a dog to guard the house is quite good."

"By the way, does it have a name yet?"

The little black dog licked An Jing's fingers, constantly rolling on the ground.

"Let me think."

Tan Yun waved the pestle and said, "How about calling it Xiao Hei? It's simple and clear, and it suits it well."

"No, it's not elegant enough." An Jing shook his head.

Now all dogs are called Xiao Hei, Xiao Bai, can't we choose something different?

Tan Yun pouted and said, "Then how about Heizi? Is that elegant enough?"

Is that elegant enough?

An Jing was stunned for a moment. "Elegant is fine, but I don't think it's loud enough."

"Young Master, you're really picky!"

Tan Yun's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said, "Then how about this: Xiao Heizi? Both elegant and loud."

An Jing: "…"

Finally, the name Xiao Heizi was decided. An Jing watched Xiao Heizi, under Tan Yun's 'playful torture,' quietly walk towards the back hall.

Inside the hall, the candlelight flickered.

The room was meticulously tidy, and there were two sunflowers in a vase on the desk.

The so-called sunflowers were indeed sunflowers. It was currently the blooming season for sunflowers, and Zhao Qingmei had a special fondness for them, so she placed two in her room.

At this moment, Zhao Qingmei was sitting by the desk, a book in front of her.

"Husband, you're back."

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhao Qingmei came back to her senses, a smile gracing her lips. "Have you eaten tonight? I'll go make you a bowl of noodles."

"No need, I already ate on my way back."

An Jing chuckled, pulling out the candied hawthorns from behind him and smiling, "Look what this is?"

Zhao Qingmei seemed to particularly enjoy these candied hawthorns, that sweet and sour sensation.

"Husband, you're so good to me."

Zhao Qingmei happily took the candied hawthorns.

"Madam, are you learning a new magic trick?"

An Jing walked to the table, picked up the book and glanced at it, his heart inexplicably skipping a beat.

Ever since Zhao Qingmei performed a magic trick for him, he had fallen in love with them.

"You bad person!"

Zhao Qingmei's eyes were alluring, her face flushed, "This is 'Youyang Zazu,' which records some strange tales. I've been enjoying reading it lately, especially a very peculiar bird described within."

"What bird?"

"A footless bird."

"A footless bird?"

"Yes, that kind of bird has no feet, only wings, and it flies its entire life. It only lands once in its life, and that's when it dies. I think it never actually goes anywhere; it's dead from the very beginning."

Zhao Qingmei's finger rested on the book, a slight smile on her lips.

It only lands once in its life, and that's when it dies…

An Jing looked at the seemingly melancholic, gentle woman in front of him, ripples forming in his heart.

Just then, Zhao Qingmei walked to the window, gently propped it open, and the moonlight poured in like water, stretching for a thousand miles.

An Jing looked at the silver moon hanging high outside the window, with countless stars twinkling, and couldn't help but say, "Qing Mei, shall we admire the moon together?"

"Okay."

Jiangnan Province, due to its humid climate, experiences rain year-round, so its eaves are four-cornered and quite steep.

An Jing took a ladder from the courtyard.

"I'll hold it, you go up first."

Zhao Qingmei carefully held the ladder and climbed onto the roof, then An Jing slowly climbed up as well.

A crescent moon hung high in the dark blue sky, its clear, watery light illuminating the earth.

The evening breeze caressed their faces, carrying a hint of tenderness.

And under the moonlight, Tan Yun also sat on the steps, her hands constantly rubbing the little black dog's body.

The little black dog lay on the ground with its limbs splayed, seemingly resigned to its fate, allowing Tan Yun to torment it.

"Xiao Heizi, let's admire the moon together too." Tan Yun said sourly, then looked up at the full moon in the sky.

"Woof woof!"

Xiao Heizi heard this and barked twice in protest.

"In about five or six months, it will be winter, and you'll be pretty big by then. Xiao Jie said she wants to make a tonic for Young Master."

Tan Yun placed Xiao Heizi on her lap, chuckled, and murmured to herself, "You're so cute now, you'll definitely be delicious then."

"Woof woof! Woof woof!"

Xiao Heizi heard this, its fur bristled, and it nervously bounced up, barking twice at Tan Yun, looking fiercely cute.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." Zhao Qingmei sat on the rooftop, letting the breeze caress her delicate face, her soft hair also swaying with the wind.

"Yes, and the wind is gentle." An Jing chuckled, stretching lazily.

The moonlight was beautiful, and the wind was gentle.

Some people just seem to be naturally compatible. If you say, "The moonlight is beautiful," he will respond with, "And the wind is gentle."

The boundless galaxy, casually adorning this vast twilight, with a profound expanse, envelops the new moon of deep summer.

It was indeed beautiful, and very gentle.

"Be careful."

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and couldn't help but think to herself: He is just an ordinary doctor, powerless to even truss a chicken. No matter how dangerous the Jianghu becomes, no matter what difficulties he faces in the future, I must protect him.

"Don't worry, with my skills, let alone this roof over ten feet high, even the city wall would be like walking on flat ground to me." An Jing said with a laugh.

"Talkative! If you fell from that city wall, you'd be a pile of mush. Who do you think you are?"

Zhao Qingmei reached out and lightly pinched An Jing's arm, then subconsciously sighed, "It's been many years since we've admired the moon like this."

"What?"

An Jing was a little surprised.

Had they ever admired the moon like this?

"I mean, I've wanted to admire the moon with you like this for a long time." Zhao Qingmei's face flushed slightly, then she took out the candied hawthorns. "If we don't eat these candied hawthorns soon, the sugar coating will melt."

Saying that, Zhao Qingmei extended her pink tongue and licked the sugar coating on the candied hawthorns.

She almost let it slip, letting this fool find out. Zhao Qingmei's face couldn't help but flush, and her heart beat even faster.

An Jing looked at her delicate face, her shy and adorable expression, and couldn't help but grasp Zhao Qingmei's soft little hand and squeeze it, secretly vowing in his heart that he must protect his wife and keep her away from the conflicts and grievances of the Jianghu.

"Qing Mei."

"What is it?"

"I want to eat candied hawthorns too."

"Then I'll feed you."

"How do you feed me? Mmm… Mmm… It's so sour, you ate all the sugar coating."

"Hehehe."

Under the moonlight, a string of delicate laughter could be heard.