On the carriage on the return trip, Xizi was speechless, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to have no intention of listening to what others said.

Xiaoxiao could only briefly inform Wen Xixiu of what happened just now. The more he heard the other party, his brows became tighter. He looked at the stupid Xizi, and could no longer bear to say anything, so he just patted his head and sighed.

Wen Xixiu opened the curtain of the car in front and whispered to Yu Jin sitting in front: "Send someone to come back from Sicunhua, and there is no need to take it back to the girl's yard. First, I will be with the coward in the washing room and wait for it to fall."

——As for the replies to the free self, if there is no written document from the mistress of the family, it will be invalid for many contracts to be sold.

Yu Jin was not sure about it, but seeing that his master's face was as cold as frost, he hurriedly responded, and thought about it and asked again: "Master, are the paintings in Baoding still prohibited?" - The master didn't know how to make some paintings in Baoding and calligraphy shops. He must not accept paintings from the painter "drunk ink".

Wen Xixiu said in a deep voice: "No, the entire county and county around Kyoto must be banned, and there is also the carriage today. Let's continue to be followed. Wherever the carriage goes, it will be banned. If the carriage wants to return to Beijing, I will send a cold arrow to drive him out."

Yu Jin responded repeatedly, and I don’t know where this man named Zui Mo offended his master, and was chased to such an extent.

...

When I returned to the Wen family, my family was busy with the ordering party and was not sure about the birth here.

Xiaoxiao personally helped Xizi into the house. The other girls looked at Wen Xixiu's faces retreating. Xiaoxiao helped Xizi unbutton her big cloak and replaced her original clothes one by one.

She didn't say too much to Xizi along the way, for fear that she would not be able to stand it if she said too much. At this time, while there was no one around, she smiled and held Xizi's hand and said, "Don't think about anything, the matter has finally passed. Have a full meal and a good sleep, and I gradually forgot."

Xizi blinked like a porcelain doll and suddenly recited two lines of poetry: "There is so much hatred in the west wind, and it cannot blow away the bend of eyebrows."

After reading this sentence, he looked up at the embroidered tent and stopped talking.

Wen Xixiu, who was standing outside, couldn't help but ask in the next room, "What kind of poem is that?"

Xiaoxiao replied in the inner room: "It was last spring. The flower pill we drew, and the poem by Xizi is this, which describes the cold willows in the snow."

Wen Xixiu was speechless for a moment, and suddenly heard Xizi say again: "It's so much, every year, the wind is cut out golden threads."

Why have I never heard these verses? Which poet wrote them?

Then Xiaoxiao explained there: "This is also the flower sign for that day. If you remember correctly, it is a heart-warming thing, and it describes Xinliu."

Wen Xixiu didn't make any noise.

Xiaoxiao sighed in his heart, and the critical moment almost came true.

Xizi lay on the bed, covered her quilt without saying a word, got up and left the bed tent, it seemed that she wanted to rest or be alone.

Xiaoxiao said softly: "Get a good night's sleep, I'll see you tomorrow morning."

When they walked out of the house, they looked at Wen Xixiu, and knew that they were crying in their eyes, so they didn't say anything. They entered the yard one by one.

Wen Xixiu told the girls to look at the girl very hard and not to leave anyone.

The two were discharged from the hospital and entered the garden. The Wen family's garden was very large and every step was a scenery.

The name of this garden is Xinyuan, just like the West, fragrant and beautiful, and it should always be playful and innocent.

When he walked to the place to avoid others, Xiaoxiao stopped: "I can get through this game today. What if Xizi always did this!" As he said that, he couldn't help crying, "If I had known this, it would be better to go out with satisfaction. It would be better to come back after knowing that it hurts. It's better to be stupid all of a sudden!"

Wen Xixiu felt uncomfortable, and saw Xiaoxiao crying and sobbing, she couldn't help but walk forward, hugging her whole body in her arms, and pressing her chin against the head of the little maid's bun: "Whoever experiences this moment will not be able to stand it. If he really leaves with the beast in clothes, he is afraid that he will not even have the opportunity to recite poems in a melancholy way. If he lives too miserable, he will be so numb that he forgets to reflect."

Xiaoxiao was just worried about worrying about Xizi. Now that Wen Xixiu was hugging her, her mind was blank for a moment, and her ears were pressed against her heart, and she could hear the other person's heartbeat.

I thought Wen Xixiu was so cold, but I could have such a warm hug, filled with enthusiasm in the sad atmosphere.

Suddenly, he felt his arm use a little force, which made the hug tighter, and his chin rubbed his head: "Thank you, Yingyuan. If it weren't for you today, I wonder what kind of endgame Xiaowan would face."

We could drive away the man surnamed Shi, but we couldn't wake Xiaowan's heart.

Thank you for waking her up today.

Xiaoxiao looked up at Wen Xixiu, and could see his own shadow from the other party's bright eyes. Then he realized that the wintersweets around him were blooming, and the fragrance was like a new life.

Xiaoxiao gently left Wen Xixiu's arms: "Although I haven't reached the end of my life, I'm not a child anymore. Suddenly, I was hugged by a man. Should I go back and say to my parents?"

Wen Xixiu looked into Xiaoxiao's eyes: "I'll talk, you'll set the time, and when you say you'll go, I'll go."

Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that God was always reluctant to let people be happy. Today's scene would be so perfect if it was born in a carefree day, but just like that, both of them had a worrying Xizi in their hearts.

No one can do his best with all his heart.

"I'll remember your words." Xiaoxiao nodded, and for a moment he felt so lucky to meet Wen Xixiu.

I will go to see your parents, and when you say I will go.

The man in front of me is the best in the world for me. I was deeply in the midst of my heart and could not help but hum an old song: Where can I find such a good person, I deserve my clear youth...

"I'll come to see Xizi tomorrow." Xiaoxiao turned around and walked gently in the wintersweet forest. The lotus-colored gauze cloak and the goose yellow wintersweet color formed a comfortable harmony.

Wen Xixiu stared at the back and gradually couldn't see it, then turned around and walked to the Pearl Hall, still feeling uneasy about his sister.

...

Xizi's stupidity lasted for several days. Xiaoxiao would come to accompany her every day after school at noon.

Xizi didn't speak, often staring at the sky, Xiaoxiao tried every means to tell some of the happy things in the past. Gradually, he could get Xizi's mindless responses - the round fart tiger is the bat; I like the most about the fragrance of the birds; the salt-fried meat is only the most authentic...

Until one day, Xiaoxiao gently walked into the study. Xizi was painting at his desk, painting a poplar forest in the snow. There was a bark house deep in the forest. Two women in cloaks came out on the path in the forest.

Xiaoxiao walked over and asked carefully, "Are these two little people the two of us?"

Xizi nodded: "We were going to paint the dawn that day, with snow all over the sky, but unfortunately I am not good at luck, so you should draw the sky."

Xiaoxiao didn't refuse, and adjusted the color, dyeing the sky deep and shallow gray, with a faint yellow inside.

Xizi looked at it for a long time, nodded with satisfaction, and wrote four words on the side of the drawing: Holding hands on the Tianya.

Xizi solemnly placed the painting aside, picked up the pen and prepared to continue painting, without any sign of fatigue.

Over time, painting became the norm in Xizi's life. He painted for at least three hours a day. This persistence lasted for many years, and even laughed at herself.

This is a later story, so I won't mention it.

In short, Xizi gradually recovered her mood, but she would never be able to return to the girl Xizi who smiled gracefully and looked beautifully at the time.

He still has a beautiful appearance, but he has a sense of calmness and ease.

As for the fate of Shi Zuimo and Pengxin, Xiaoxiao was too lazy to inquire. In short, it would not be easy, it would be very miserable.

Some people and things go by, but taking them to heart is a burden.

...

Although there were similar clear words between Xiaoxiao and Wen Xixiu that day, both of them lost the courage of that day. They often just looked at each other and smiled, or were walking side by side, gently rubbing their arms against each other.

As if I couldn't find the reason to "overthrow the rules" for a while, I had to stay honestly.

No matter whether it is sweet or bitter, the days are always moving forward in an orderly manner. In the blink of an eye, Laba is coming. All shops in Kyoto are closed to handle the accounts for the whole year, and business schools will have winter vacation on this day.

On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Xiaoxiao sent Ruicai home.

As soon as Ruicai entered the door, she smiled: "It's almost the Chinese New Year, but your account has not been cleared? I don't believe it."

Xiaoxiao stated in the post that he wanted to ask Ruicai to come and help him handle the account. His solemn appearance was unreasonable.

"Who is coaxing you? It's true!" Xiaoxiao attached herself to Ruicai's ear and whispered, "It's not for me to settle the account, it's for my grandmother!"

Ruicai's face turned red: "Want me to see your grandmother?"

"What are you afraid of? I haven't seen it before!" Xiaoxiao smiled hurriedly, "I won't go around in circles anymore. In fact, my grandmother asked me to invite you. I don't know who the idea is here."

I heard that when my grandmother was going to arrange a blind date for Tang Lihuan himself, the second master of the Tang family followed the old lady's ear and said a lot. The next day, the old lady called Xiaoxiao over: "I heard that Miss Wei is good at making up the home and settle accounts. Please invite her here tomorrow. I have a few books here that I can't settle accounts. Yanran Smiling's confused guys are getting more and more confused. Find a clear girl to teach them."

Xiaoxiao instantly understood the meaning of his grandmother's words and nodded secretly.

At this moment, Xiaoxiao pulled Ruicai to the old lady's yard and saw Tang Lihuan standing with his hands behind his back.

Tang Lihuan's expression was a little anxious, and he didn't care about Xiaoxiao's presence, so he walked up to ask Ruicai: "I'm afraid I've been hyped a little. Our old lady depends on your ability to handle accounts..."

Ruicai didn't care: "I have some skills and just use them all. In Yingyuan's words, this is the real level, so why bother playing with the old generation?"

Tang Lihuan wanted to explain something, so he saw Qingsi coming over with a smile: "It's cold outside, Miss Wei comes in and warm up."

Ruicai only smiled at Tang Lihuan and entered the house with Xiaoxiao.

Once the thick cotton curtains are covered, the room is filled with warmth.
Chapter completed!