The green butterfly was shocked. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info is too "weird" to see this kind of Xinyi. It's not just a nightmare, it's like a dream. In that dream, there are three spring peaches dying, and there are April days like a rouge, and you will willingly sink into it after only half a glance.

Green Butterfly's brows loosened and frowned, frowned and loosened, and it took a while to understand the gist: "Girl, this is a bad speech that has annoyed others, if it is a friend, you don't need to worry too much." Send some gifts to apologize, isn't it a matter of minutes to reconcile?"

Xin Yi's eyes lit up slightly: "Is it okay to send something?"

Green Butterfly smiled: "If it's a friend of Jin Ran, it's a mistake to be a mistake, but it's good to show some sincerity." The osmanthus wine brewed in our Xinfu is good, so the girl might as well send a few pots of wine. ”

Xin Yi's eyes were bright when she heard the first half of the sentence, but when she heard the second half of the sentence, she suddenly dimmed, and she spatted the green butterfly in a low voice: "You girl, do your best to have a bad idea! The osmanthus wine is full of people in Xinfu, and even the maid has been rewarded." Everyone has it, how can I send it?"

Green Butterfly was stunned again: "The girl's mind is that she can't give away anything that is stained with others, so she can only give it to the girl's own?"

"Isn't it?" Xin Yi was so anxious to explain a few more words, but the words fell to her throat, turning into two blushes that suddenly rose from her.

She knew it in her heart. But I'm afraid that others will know more.

She wants him to understand more, but she is afraid that he will understand it thoroughly.

With such a complicated and difficult mind, Xin Yi only felt that he had never worked so hard in his two lives.

The green butterfly scratched the back of her head bitterly, and when she glanced at the laurel tree under the window, she finally grasped the idea: "The girl can only read four books and five classics, and she can't cook with female red." It's better to make osmanthus dumplings. The taste is extremely beautiful, and it is in season, and the craftsmanship is simple. The slave and maid said to the girl, and the girl will be a little bit. ”

Xin Yi was so happy that he grabbed the green butterfly's arm, and he couldn't care about the lady's demeanor: "Good girl, tell me quickly, how did the osmanthus dumplings be made?"

The green butterfly nodded to the fallen osmanthus flowers all over the ground under the window: "Oh, first pick up a few dustpans of fallen osmanthus flowers, pick up impurities, and spread them to dry for later use." Then steam it with good Jiang rice and knead it into balls. The dumplings that have just come out of the cage are hot, soft and sticky, and they are sticky on the dried osmanthus flowers. The osmanthus is sweet, the river rice is soft and glutinous, and it is the osmanthus dumpling. ”

Xin Yi nodded earnestly like a schoolboy who had just entered the school: "The method is simple." This girl has never been in the kitchen, and it sounds like she can do it. Green Butterfly, bring me a clean dustpan!"

After Xin Yi dropped the sentence, he put on his embroidered shoes and hurried to the window to drop the osmanthus flowers, which naturally made the green butterfly stunned again.

However, what surprised her even more was that the girl in her family, who had always only seen poetry and songs, was extremely concerned about this matter. Just a person half-squatting to pick up the fallen osmanthus flowers, with a dustpan over and over again to sift clean, even half of the dead branches and leaves were picked out by her.

From day to dusk, Xin Yi tirelessly sifted through the fallen osmanthus flowers, as if treating the most precious delicacies. From time to time, she laughed to herself inexplicably, and she didn't say anything when she asked her what she was happy about.

Green Butterfly wanted to go up to help several times, but was stopped by Xin Yi. Let her only sigh that it must be that the autumn wind is too strong this year, blowing her girl's brain stupidly.

The sound of autumn is in the sycamore, moisturizing the book. Qujian Spring took it away, the dangerous eaves swallow brought back, and the autumn rain in October came.

The autumn rain is slightly cold at dusk, the scattered cinnamon is secretly attacked, and the rain under the eaves is like a bead. Duxin Yi didn't notice it, and still focused on sifting the falling osmanthus flowers.

Green Butterfly hurriedly dragged Xin Yi closer to the house: "Girl, are you really stupid? It doesn't matter when the osmanthus flowers are sifted, but what if it's raining in the autumn rain and getting cold?"

The green butterfly moved the brazier again, and wiped the rain off Xinyi's clothes, and was busy. But Xin Yi's eyes were only glued to the plaque of falling osmanthus, and he told him repeatedly: "Hurry up and bake the osmanthus with the brazier, otherwise the muddy smell of the falling rain will be stained, and the cinnamon will be harmed." ”

Green Butterfly couldn't cry or laugh, and was about to persuade a few words, when she suddenly saw the janitor of Dexin Mansion come in and report: "Sixth girl, Miss Gao wants to see you." ”

Miss Gao's three words smashed the Xinyi Lingtai suddenly clear.

Miss Gao is Gao Wanxiu. The daughter of the Bohai Gao family who is on the cusp of the Furong Garden turmoil.

"Where is she?" Xin Yi's tone suddenly became cold, and he couldn't even care about the rain-soaked osmanthus flowers.

"It's right outside the gate. Ahh In such a big autumn rain, the umbrella was not supported, and he was stunned outside the door, as if he was hooked by a fox fairy. The janitor stroked his chest with palpitations.

"Then let her in quickly!Burn the brazier in the house again!" Xin Yi subconsciously responded, and the little guy was about to turn around, but Xin Yi stopped him again, "Wait!

Green Butterfly frowned and said, "Girl, have you really been confused by the autumn wind since the crab feast?" Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year. ”

Between the lightning and flint, Xin Yi trembled.

The note hidden in the crab ball, the note that the eldest grandson Yuru secretly gave her, what was written on it: The third year of junior high school, abandon high school.

The eldest grandson Yuru calculated Gao Wanxiu's visit in advance, and what she warned Xin Yi to do was to abandon the car and protect the handsome: abandon Gao and protect Xin.

Even if Xin Yi didn't know Gao Wanxiu's purpose, he wasn't sure where the eldest grandson Yuru's decision came from. But she understands that the stakes are the entire Xin Mansion.

She didn't dare to take even the slightest risk.

"Can't let her in!" Xin Yi's fingertips stabbed into his palm, and the momentary heartache was almost unbearable.

She seemed to understand what kind of mood the eldest grandson Yuru had carved the note. Affection, friendship, companionship, and promises must be crushed with their own hands in the face of reality and interests.

"Sixth girl, that's Miss Gao. is also close to our grandmother. The little guy said worriedly.

"No matter what, don't let her in! Close the door of the Xin Mansion!" Xin Yi drank a little hoarsely, and the little guy was so frightened that he hurriedly left.

Soon after the curtain of the Yutang Pavilion was lowered, the autumn rain suddenly poured up, and the milky white mist rose in the twilight, and the raindrops hit the green tile eaves with a clanging sound.

The night outside the window was getting darker, Xin Yi silently looked at the rain line for a long time, and then said in a dumb voice: "Green butterfly, cook a bowl of ginger soup." Get me another umbrella. ”

Green Butterfly was stunned: "Does the girl want to go to see Miss Gao......?"

"Yes. She can't go in, but I can go out. After a while, Xin Yi took the ginger soup and pushed open the door of the Xin Mansion with a bamboo umbrella.

When Xin Yi saw the woman standing outside the door, she couldn't believe that it was Gao Wanxiu she knew.

She stood alone in the rain, without an umbrella, her pale little face was washed rouge, and the wisps of green silk were attached to her ears and temples, and the rain was flowing down the water.

Her gaze was glazed and glazed, and the depths of her eyes were pitch black, and nothing was reflected. If Gao Wanxiu used to be like a yellow warbler singing on the willows of Sanchun, then at this moment, she is like a lost dog.

A bereaved dog abandoned by everyone and can only curl up in a dirty corner waiting to die.