Early in the morning, a little girl knocked on the door of the corner courtyard, holding a big square box in his hand, and respectfully handed it to Lancao with both hands, "This is Liu Guan."

The family ordered the villain to send it, and Steward Liu said, if the pen and ink are not enough, please ask my sister to tell us at any time, and I will send you something as soon as I lack anything. ”

Lancao came to Liufu on an errand, how could he have been called so solemnly sister, and at the moment I felt like I had drunk a few mouthfuls of honey water from Meimei, which was sweet, but I tried my best to put out a pair of close-fitting big girl rings with a small face, and with a faint and decent smile, I brought the box into the house, opened it on the table, and there were pen, ink, paper, and inkstones neatly stacked inside, which was exactly what the little grandmother asked for last night.

After breakfast, the dumb aunt washed her hands with water, changed into a plain white shirt, and stood at the table ready to write.

Lancao once saw the scene of the little maid serving the pen and ink for the master outside the flower hall, at that time she never dreamed that her lowly little girl would one day have the opportunity to lay paper and grind for the master, and she was emotional and excited, shaking her hand to spread out the rice paper, and grinding a full pool of ink in a bluestone inkstone, only then she took a step back, and looked a little nervously at the dumb aunt who was about to start writing.

The best shengxuan, the jet-black Lingzhou ink, is so decently arranged, and it immediately creates a faint and elegant atmosphere for the interior of this boudoir.

A small incense burner was lit, although it was not green clay, but it was estimated that it was also a good spice, and a light and elegant fragrance gently escaped in the room.

The fragrance filled her nose, and the dumb aunt opened her nostrils and sniffed gently, as if she suddenly remembered something, and ordered in an astringent voice, "You go to the middle courtyard for a trip, two things, first, the eldest lady is not allowed to burn any spices in the house; If it doesn't work, I tie my left arm. When you wake up, lie down and rest. ”

As he spoke, he groaned, and the wolf had already soaked in the inkwell as a stamen, and had absorbed enough thick ink.

Shaking his wrist and lifting it, he didn't seem to know what to write, and stood there stupid.

Lancao was reluctant to leave, she wanted to see the way the little grandmother wrote, she even secretly doubted that the little grandmother could write, it was really wonderful, the little grandmother used to do rough work except embroidery, it seemed that she didn't know anything; now it's good, she can deliver babies, it's really a fact that everyone has seen; she will cure the illness of the eldest lady who can't conceive a child and promise to help her conceive a boy; now if she can write, it will be even more admirable.

The tip of the pen finally fell, landed on the paper, and slowly dragged forward, the movements a little clumsy, a little powerless. Lancao can see that the little grandmother is not good at writing, and the old man's writing is not like this, but he is carrying the pen left and right, and the dragon and the phoenix dance are all in one go; the bookkeeper is not like this, he is turning the small tip of the pen, word by word, and the small characters with the size of flies flow out of the pen one after another; the writing of several young ladies is not like this, it is Wen Wen Xiuxiu who catches the pen and puts down the pen softly, and the elegant and dignified little Kai looks like their appearance.

What is the little grandmother like? Like a paralyzed person who has just stood up and learned to walk, her body contains enough strength, but she can't help her legs, she can only lie softly and obliquely, she can't stand up, she can't stand upright, but she can't fall down, she just slides forward so astringently, and she can't help it.

It's finally finished, and it's two words.

Lan Cao looked, she didn't know how to read, but this word is really not good, if you want to say that it is fat, it is not mellow and rich at all, if you want to say thin, it is not dry and rugged, anyway, it is not fat or thin and ugly.

"Small--Arashi-"

The dumb girl looked at the words and muttered a sound from her mouth.

She looked at it for a while, and suddenly turned her head to look at it again, as if someone she didn't know was standing in front of her, "Xiao-Lan-?"

Lancao felt that this was the most difficult time she had spoken since she heard her grandmother speak, as if those two words weighed a thousand pounds, and every time she pronounced a sound, a huge stone pressed on her heart.

Who Xiaolan is, Lancao naturally doesn't know.

Suddenly, the little grandmother turned her face sideways, "Is this Xiaolan?" Lancao, come and help me see, is it called Xiaolan what I wrote? Why do I think it's so familiar? Where have I seen it?"

Lan Cao looked ashamed, shook her head blankly, stuttered and fought, and expected Ai Ai: "Little grandma, the slave doesn't recognize it, the slave hasn't read a word." ”

The dumb aunt seemed to have forgotten after asking, no longer obsessed with Xiaolan, and grabbed the pen to write, this time it seemed to be a little more fluent, and soon the crooked three words were dragged out from the tip of the pen.

"Wang-Ya-Nan-" she read slowly as she wrote.

Wang Yanan?

Lan Cao's eyes lit up, "Little grandma, this person's name slave maid knows, slave maid has heard of it!"

The dumb girl looked sideways, "You know, who is she, and where is she?"

The joy on Lan Cao's face gradually faded, and she was a little ashamed, "Slave, slave and maid don't know, slave and maid just heard you talk about it that day, you were beaten in the bench room, and the slave and maid carried you back, and you chanted this name over and over again on the road." The slave thinks it's a girl you know. ”

The dumb aunt raised her head with a solemn expression, "I talked about it after the beating...... yes, it seems like I've been talking about it...... King...... Yanan ...... That's the surname Wang...... His name is Yanan. Who is she?"

Suddenly raised his hand and stroked his forehead, the wound there had condensed into a large soft scar, and his hand pressed it, with a little force, touching the wound, and the pain immediately woke up and spread along the nerve.

Taking a cold breath, "Lancao, I remember, I seem to have really pronounced this name on the way back, because when I was beaten, I seemed to hear someone mention this name in a daze, and Xiaolan...... Yes, someone is shouting Xiaolan...... It looks like two people are talking...... Talking about something extremely important...... But Lancao, I can't remember anything now," he frowned in annoyance, biting his lip tightly, his little face was pale, and his eyes were full of forgotten distress, "Lancao, I find that my memory is getting worse and worse now." I can't even remember a lot of things. ”

That look, that tone, that action, all show how entangled and painful this person is in his heart.

Lan Cao had never seen her so fragile and painful, so frightened that she didn't dare to come out, and stood still.

In the past, the little grandmother, married in and walked with her head down, saw people like mice and cats, but turned her back on people, and had a good relationship with Lancao, although she couldn't laugh, but she could also express her joy and anger with the help of her own mute gestures since childhood, and she was also an innocent little girl; Lancao herself didn't know why she was afraid of this familiar person, but when she thought that she had changed since she woke up, she seemed to have planned in her heart step by step, this calm, this calm, where was she still like a little girl?

However, Lancao has never seen the little grandmother in such pain, her body was originally thin and pale, but now she is entangled in the confusion in her heart, and her small body is like a dead leaf swaying in the wind, which really makes people worry that she will fall down at any time if she continues like this.

Lancao wondered in her heart, what do you have to remember? What is it that makes you so entangled? Could it be that you miss your parents and family?

Lan Cao's heart lit up, and she was happy for her cleverness, "Little grandma, that Xiaolan, and Wang Yanan, are you your playmates in Tianjiazhuang when you were a child? Also, do you miss your uncle, aunt, and little master? They came to see you in Tianjiazhuang just a few days ago." ”

The dumb aunt suddenly put down her pen, "The tenant couple, and the dumb child?"

Lancao almost bit off her tongue, my little grandmother, how can you say that, no matter how poor your parents are, others can call them tenants, but you can't yourself? And your brother, how can you call him a dumb child? Doesn't he have a name, a dumb man?

Lancao found that this little grandmother's mind was really getting more and more incomprehensible.

The dumb aunt was no longer entangled in meditation, she wrote a piece of paper, saw that the ink was dry, folded it, and gave it to the orchid grass, "The third thing, tell Mrs. Sù, help me go to the pharmacy to buy these medicinal herbs, the sooner the better." ”

Lancao trotted out of the corner courtyard door quickly, a little girl was still pounding, little grandma, it's really weird, it's getting weirder and weirder, she doesn't want to explain more, and her tone is getting harder and harder. The most surprising thing is that she can actually write?

The daughter of a poor tenant can actually write?

That day, the two tenants of the field came, and looked at their clothes, and the appearance of the child's yellow muscles, and knew that their family was very poor, and had always been in a state of half-starvation and half-fullness, so where could they afford to send a daughter to school? And he was a mute, what kind of gentleman could teach a mute girl to learn to read and write?

While her mind was entangled, she hurriedly buried her head and ran by, passing by a person, who saw that it was her, couldn't help but stand and move his lips, wanting to call her, but stopped talking, changed his mind, but ran in the opposite direction to the blue grass, and rushed to the corner courtyard.