I'm most afraid of a man's incense powder or something, but fortunately, he doesn't have incense or anything on his body, and there is a fragrance of soap horn on his hair and hands and clothes.

How to say it, although I don't know much about it, but I have a combination of rigidity and softness, and I have a sense of responsibility and belly, but I look like a dignified man.

I pondered it seriously for a while, and then suddenly woke up! Whether people smell incense or not, whether they are masculine or not, what does it matter to me?

I've really been led astray by Ping'er! What are you thinking about?

Dinner is a typical Jiangnan cuisine, to be honest, although Jiafu is in the north, the meal is Huaiyang cuisine, there is no shortage of fat chicken and duck on the table, and most of the pastries are sweet and greasy. That time, Baoyu was beaten and wanted to drink the soup of the little lotus leaf and the little lotus canopy, but it was light and pleasant. It's a pity that even if this is the south, there are no fresh lotus leaves to make soup now, only dried lotus leaves like those used in lotus leaf tamales. The dish is light, probably in order to take care of us, it does not have a heavy sweetness, and it does not make people feel sweet. Sister Qiao has a great appetite, and even Ping'er has eaten a lot. I was thinking about Wenxiu, but the food was not delicious. Ping'er said at first that she wanted to feed me, but I said no, I could move myself, and I couldn't get tired from eating.

As a result, after eating for a long time, I saw that there was still half a bowl of rice left in the bowl. Sister Qiao stood by the door and looked at the flowers in the yard for a while, and the little girl also folded a hairpin in her hair for her, she smiled, but she could still see that she was timid. Ping'er coaxed her to sleep, I lived in the wing room on the left, this room was still a suite, and Ping'er slept in the suite.

Ping'er asked cautiously, "Grandma has something on her mind?"

"I don't know how Wenxiu is. ”

"Grandma just relax, it's going to be fine. Ping'er persuaded me: "Let's eat more?"

"I can't eat," I said, "and I'll go to bed and see if I can find the old house and move back to-morrow."

Ping'er had an expression of wanting to speak, and I was curious: "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

Ping'er snorted and whispered, "Grandma, we didn't come here to live here for a long time, didn't we just come out?" Now that you're out, what are you going to do back to that old house?"

I sighed softly: "But now Jiafu is still ...... We disappeared inexplicably on the way, I'm afraid ......"

"I'm afraid no one cares about our lives or deaths. Ping'er said something cold in a faint tone: "The old lady may still be anxious, the wife is just a face-saving child, and the eldest lady is only afraid to close the door and clap her hands to celebrate that the nail in her eye has finally been removed." ”

I shook my head, and Ping'er said, "Grandma thinks what I said is wrong?"

"Well, no. I said, "The eldest lady will not clap her hands behind closed doors at all, and she will celebrate in front of others." ”

Ping'er laughed: "How can it, no matter how dull the eldest lady is, she has to take care of face, isn't it, the old lady is still there." ”

I laughed too, but I thought it must be cold: "It's almost ......."

Ping'er didn't know what I was talking about, so I didn't continue.

The day when everyone tears off their faces together is not far off.

Ping'er was obviously a little absent-minded, holding her needlework in her hand, and it seemed that she was still tying a flower collar for Sister Qiao, but a leaf hadn't been made for a long time, and I leaned on the side of the bed to talk to her.

In fact, she and I are not solid in our hearts. Although I say that I have money, I am not even sure where the road will go. Moreover, Wenxiu's safety really worries me.

As soon as the night is quiet, you can smell the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard outside, and the fragrance is like an invisible fog that slowly seeps into the house. There must be a moon outside, right? I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered the phrase "pear blossoms are all over the ground and don't open the door".

The pear blossoms are deep, the courtyard is deep, and the grievances and spring sorrows are concurrent, and this courtyard is a good place to make poems.

Who lived in this courtyard before, and what kind of person was this Shen Ye?

"I'll settle on the couch over there, grandma wants tea and water at night so that I can call me." ”

I shook my head, "I don't have a good night, you know. You and Qiao'er sleep together, change to a new place, if you suddenly wake up at night and no one is around, she will be scared. ”

Ping'er thought for a moment and said, "That's good." I won't hide the door, and my grandmother will call me if she has something. ”

The candles were blown out, and the white moonlight and the faint shadows of the flowers and trees could be seen in the window. The floating fragrance is a misty dream, which makes people intoxicated.

I can't tell you how I feel, it's just ...... Can't sleep. Maybe it's something in my heart, maybe it's a slight tightness in my chest. I still can't sleep after lying down for a while, listening to the sound of Ping'er and Sister Qiao's even breathing soundly in the suite, I can't lie down. Holding on to the bed, I slowly sat up, pulled over the thin jacket and put it on, I got out of bed lightly, and I didn't feel uncomfortable in my chest with little movement.

I gently unlatched the window and slowly pushed it open.

It's a beautiful scene...... Or, is the whole Jiangnan a beautiful scenery, or is it only in this yard? The flowers of early spring, the clear and flowing moonlight. Someone once said that when the pear blossoms bloom, spring is over, and that should refer to the north, not the south of the river. The flowers in the south of the Yangtze River bloom early, and spring comes early. The garden where the pear blossoms bloom seems to have fallen a layer of snow, but it is just ...... Is the snow so soft and soft?

No, it won't.

What did the ancients say in their poems......?

The moonlight shone on the white flower tree, really, there was a hazy dissolved light on the flower tree, and the tree was like a mirage, so unreal.

The night breeze blows on the face, and it's not very cold.

Yes, this is the south of the Yangtze River, and Jinling is a famous place for warm wind and soft water, and the wind is certainly not like the north.

The night wind was like a gentle hand, the flowers and trees were gently shaken, and the petals fell silently like broken snow, and I held my breath and was reluctant to blink.

It's like a fairyland......

Then I saw a man come out of the bush.

Dressed in a white robe, his calm and light steps seem to be walking in the clouds.

It was as if I had been hit hard in the chest suddenly, I suddenly took a sharp breath, coughed chokingly, and the chest wound was also sawed back and forth like a saw, and the red and black light and shadow in front of my eyes in pain almost occupied the entire field of vision. I couldn't stand and slowly slid down against the wall.

Then there was another white shadow in front of me, and I fell to the ground as I expected. An arm loosened me, and I leaned back into a warm, floral-scented embrace.

Those eyes were so serene and calm, but at the moment there was obvious concern and urgency, and I felt his palm on my back, and a warm feeling penetrated through my body......

I didn't have time to think about how he could be here in the middle of the night, and how he could be so abrupt to heal my wounds.

My whole mind was occupied by those eyes.

The eyes were like the water of the lake at night, but they reflected the moonlight and snow-like pear blossoms that filled the courtyard.