The current body didn't inspire much confidence in Ning Yi, but he'd been exercising for a few months, so a little dizziness in the morning was normal. He pushed open the door, let the wind blow on him, and his head cleared. Search: \(?Complete?God?Station) to read high-quality literature for free.

The sky was still dark, and the entire Jiangning city was shrouded in the darkness of night, but dawn was approaching. Looking out from the second floor, the city, including the Su family's residence, already had scattered flickering lights. Early-rising servants were moving about in the nearby courtyards, their voices faintly audible. Further away, beyond the courtyard walls, were streets submerged in the dark silhouette, with dimly lit houses.

In the two-story building across the way, warm yellow light shone through the window lattice, casting a warm color over the courtyard. The three young maids always had to get up early. Su Tan'er's schedule varied, but it seemed she was already up this morning. The silhouette of a woman dressing in front of the mirror was visible in the second-floor window, with the young maids busily moving back and forth. As Ning Yi walked downstairs, Juan'er was walking along the corridor toward the small building. She slightly bent her knees in a bow, greeting softly, "Good morning, Master."

"Good morning, Juan'er."

Then, a window in a room downstairs opened, revealing Chan'er's face as she busied herself inside. "Master, don't come down. I'll bring the water up."

"Ha, no need to trouble yourself. I can do it myself."

The Su family had a large kitchen, so these two small buildings didn't have separate kitchens for cooking. However, there was a place for boiling water and washing in the small room downstairs. If you wanted to take a bath in the winter, those who cared about comfort would light a fire under the bathtub, so the bathroom wasn't suitable to be located upstairs. Little Chan'er had adapted to Ning Yi's habit of exercising early. She was planning to bring the hot water up, but Ning Yi had already come down. Being a modern person, he didn't stand on ceremony. There was nothing wrong with boiling his own water. A few days ago, he got up early, ran down, and squatted by the stove, adding firewood while waiting for the water to boil, which made Little Chan'er a little flustered. During the meal, Su Tan'er subtly said, "Husband, you shouldn't do these things." Little Chan'er also lowered her head beside her as if she had done something wrong. He just smiled and said it didn't matter.

There was no need to deliberately flaunt his individuality. He wouldn't do things that were truly taboo, but he also didn't need to deliberately restrain himself and completely become an "ancient person". Otherwise, what would be the point of living here?

If everyone really had to live together for many years in the future—if there was really a possibility of being husband and wife—then in these small matters, instead of restraining himself, it was better to let the other person slowly adapt and understand. So he would show these insignificant little things, and he wouldn't mind occasionally going into the kitchen to cook. So he would tell stories and things that had happened to him to a group of students in the classroom. He wouldn't change that. He wouldn't worry too much about occasionally adding a few modern terms that others didn't understand in his speech.

In front of that old man Qin, he could occasionally say some more avant-garde ideas, even if they were slightly unconventional. It didn't matter. The old man had been an official, had insight, and would think about things. He didn't care about small details. Everyone was just chess friends, with no conflict of interest. As the old man said, it would be difficult to climb the ladder of fame and fortune if he married into a merchant family. A gentleman's friendship is as light as water. People wouldn't harm him. Qin Lao had been trying to figure him out for so long, and he had been trying to figure out the other party.

Since he could be friends with him, it didn't matter. Occasionally saying a few more advanced cognitions and seeing the other person's thoughtful appearance was actually quite satisfying to his vanity. For him, it was just idle chatter. In fact, these understandings were not absent at the moment, just expressed differently. He would naturally not touch anything truly sensitive.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face downstairs—there were already toothbrushes and toothpaste, but the taste was indeed poor—then left the courtyard and went out through the side door along the small path. All along the way the roosters had already begun to crow, and the east faintly revealed a trace of white light. Occasionally he encountered other maids or stewards in the courtyard, who called him "Master" and greeted him.

After leaving the Su family's courtyard, he still ran along the original road, thinking about what he should say during class today, and also thinking about some Chinese-style songs that he knew. He couldn't remember some of the songs completely. Perhaps they didn't fit the literary style of this era, but entertainment was really too scarce these days. Thinking that he might forget more in a while, he felt it was indeed necessary to write down the lyrics of the songs that he still remembered. After thinking for a while, he thought of poetry. He wasn't a good student when he was studying before, and he might not have deliberately remembered many poems, but in the following decades, he had a wide range of interests, and he still remembered many famous lines. This was a good resource, and it would be a pity if he forgot them in the future.

After running for a little while, he felt that there was indeed something wrong with his body. Yesterday's fall into the water ultimately had adverse effects. But since he had warmed up anyway, perhaps running for a while and sweating would be a good treatment, so he continued forward.

Mist floated in the city, and the scenery was no different from yesterday. When he approached the place where he climbed out of the water yesterday, he heard some movement coming from the river not far away. That was the location where he fell into the water. Looking around, he vaguely saw a figure shaking there, seemingly poling a small boat.

He slowed down and approached suspiciously.

The small boat shook violently on the water. A woman was standing on the boat, holding a long bamboo pole, seemingly unsteady. Ning Yi watched her sway for a long time before falling back into the boat with a thud. He didn't know if she was the same woman from yesterday morning. Today, the woman was wrapped in a pink cloak, tall and graceful, and quite pretty. However, the way she fell and climbed out of the small boat was a little detrimental to her temperament.

The small boat shook violently. The woman climbed up carefully, gently supporting the gunwale with one hand. When she raised her head, her hair was slightly disheveled. She caught sight of the man's figure watching the show by the river, and her eyes widened in panic. Ning Yi then saw clearly that one end of the long bamboo pole was tied with a net, with some silt on it. After the woman stood up carefully, she held a kitchen knife in her hand.

Oh, it really was the knife from yesterday...

The cloak was beautiful, but a little old. The woman was poor at swimming, but perhaps she could row a little. She actually waited until there was no one around in the morning before running over to retrieve the kitchen knife. Was she shy? It seemed this was probably a girl who had previously had a good living environment, but the current environment was a little bad. Ning Yi looked at her a few times and came to this conclusion. He didn't care much about others, but the woman seemed a little flustered. She poled the boat to get close to the shore, but perhaps because she was flustered, the small boat kept spinning on the water. She was also a little unsteady and almost fell several times. Then...

"Achoo—"

Ning Yi was about to leave when he sneezed. The woman on the boat also sneezed and fell back into the small boat with a thud. When she climbed up, she glared over here somewhat embarrassedly. Ning Yi also pursed his lips in embarrassment. "The chicken is already drowned. Why are you still trying to retrieve that knife..."

Slight silence.

"The chicken is back..."

"Huh?"

Ning Yi had just spoken casually. To be honest, it was a rather clumsy cold joke, but he miscalculated the other party's response. After the voice came from the center of the river, Ning Yi was also a little surprised and stunned.

"...The chicken didn't die. The Chen family...Auntie Chen found it back." She explained.

"...Oh."

Yesterday, this woman chased the chicken into the river. Then Ning Yi was also pulled down. He didn't see what happened next. It seemed the chicken was also powerful. It fluttered for a while and actually came back up. The folk customs were also simple and honest. Knowing that she had lost the chicken, they actually returned it. Ning Yi praised them in his heart. After a moment, he said, "Can you hand me that pole?"

The small boat was some distance from the shore, and the long pole could originally reach, but if she wanted to hold it up horizontally, the woman wasn't strong enough. The force of the lever also made the small boat a little dangerous. After trying several times, one end of the long pole rested on the shore but was still submerged in the water. Ning Yi couldn't reach it, so he went up the riverbank and found another bamboo pole by the roadside. He stretched it out from the shore and pulled the woman and the boat together.

"Thank you, young master... Also, about yesterday, this humble one had just woken up and did some..."

This woman wasn't indiscriminate. After going ashore, she apologized and apologized to Ning Yi for what happened yesterday. She must have felt embarrassed for slapping someone who saved her in the morning. Ning Yi didn't care much about this and waved his hand. "It's okay, it's okay. I have to continue running. I'll go first."

Turning around, he sneezed again, not caring about the woman's strange question behind him, "Young master, are you being chased?" He ran away. Repaying kindness is as troublesome as revenge. Not to mention the practicalities, he would have to be humble for a long time if the other party said a lot of grateful words. Etiquette between men and women was also troublesome. Why bother? He had a cold now, and it was more practical to run and sweat.

He had run this road many times. When he reached the predetermined place and looked back, he finally discovered the woman's residence halfway. It was a two-story building near the river, quite unique. There was a small terrace extending out on the riverside, with a rather elegant atmosphere of living on the water, but as far as a residence was concerned, it was probably not practical. It should be colder in the winter. The woman was standing next to a small vegetable garden outside the small building. The vegetable garden was surrounded by a fence. The hen she chased yesterday was in the fence. The woman hesitated for a long time with the kitchen knife before walking in and reaching out to grab the hen. The hen fluttered frantically and resisted. She retreated in a panic and quickly closed the fence.

Now it could be determined that the woman had indeed not done anything, but the conditions weren't good. Living in this kind of small building, she was probably a courtesan related to the famous entertainment business of the Qinhuai River. Some famous courtesans would choose to redeem themselves and then work alone, or find a unique courtyard to live in. They would say they had left prostitution, but there would still be patrons coming to the door one after another. They were still popular socialites, and they even seemed more high-end after not being controlled by others. Seeing that she was beautiful, he didn't know how she could have fallen to the point of having to kill chickens herself.

Ning Yi watched and ran past. The woman went in once. This time, she had already caught the chicken, but when she turned around, the hen struggled and escaped, with feathers flying everywhere. In the panic, the hen had flown out of the fence and was caught by Ning Yi, who couldn't stand by and watch. This time, both wings were tightly grasped, and it was impossible to break free. The woman saw it was Ning Yi again and was stunned for a long time. She was probably going to thank or apologize again. Ning Yi reached out. "Give me the knife."

"Uh..."

Ning Yi was too lazy to uh back and forth with her. He reached out and took the kitchen knife. There was originally a bowl prepared on the ground outside the fence. Ning Yi just walked over and squatted down, holding the chicken's head, which was struggling desperately, with the hand holding its wings, making its neck protrude. Then he gently waved the knife.

"Young... Young Master... that... gentleman..."

"Gentleman your head, is the hot water boiled?"

"...It's boiling."

"Good."

Without further ado, Ning Yi cut open the hen's throat and began to put the chicken blood into the bowl. After steadily draining the blood, the hen didn't struggle much. He threw the chicken on the ground, put the knife on the bowl, and stood up.

"Take it to the kitchen, pluck the feathers with hot water, then cut it open and wash the internal organs. Speaking of which, how should I cook it into a dish? Do you know?"

The woman hesitated.

"Forget it. Find someone who can cook to help you, like that auntie who helped you find the chicken. It's not easy to kill a chicken. Don't waste it. Also, go see a doctor. You're probably catching a cold... I'm also catching a cold. I'm leaving first. No need to thank me. I'm a living Lei Feng... Achoo—"

He turned around and ran away, leaving a cloud of dust behind him. The woman watched him leave before reacting slightly and frowning. "Living... Lei... Feng? Living? Or Calling? Calling Lei Feng... How strange..." After all, there was no one with the surname "Living" in this world. Something a little similar, there was the surname "Calling". The woman pondered in her mouth for a long time and felt that the other party might be an ethnic minority, or perhaps surnamed Huyan, so he was called Huyan Lei Feng. This name was a bit domineering. Perhaps that was it.

She had been good at socializing in the past and knew many people, but the man had only seen her in embarrassing situations, and his behavior and speech were also strange. The words she used to respond were of no use. She thought for a while, but after all, Ning Yi had run away, so she had no choice but to carry the old hen, hold the bowl of chicken blood, and go to the kitchen...

That morning, he taught at Yushan Academy. The discomfort in his body had become more intense. He vomited once on the way home after class. He could confirm that his physical condition was deteriorating. This time, Little Chan'er was with him, so after returning home, he was treated like a seriously ill patient and pushed to the bed on the second floor to be protected.

The life of a patient he experienced when he first arrived here would probably have to last for a day or two again...

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