Lan Xin looked at Zhen's mother and Dongxiu who were standing outside Zhuangzi and stopped there, her nose was sore, and her eyes turned red. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info plus today, she left Jiangzhou for three months and 21 days, and now she has set foot on this land again, as if she was suddenly separated from the world.

Mother Jane was still as clean as ever, with a gentle smile on her lips. Brushing his wind-blown hair behind his ears, he saw Lan Xin, curtsied his knees, and said, "Welcome the girl back." As he spoke, the smile on his face grew stronger.

Lan Xin hugged her and said with a smile: "Mom doesn't need to be polite. After a long absence, his eyes were a little moist, and he said softly, "Mom seems to have cleared a lot." ”

"Thank you, girl, for your concern. The old slave has always been like this, but the girl has been reduced a lot. Mother Zhen looked at Lan Xin's thin cheeks and said worriedly, "The girl must have suffered a lot this trip, right?" ”

"Everything else is fine, but I can't eat the delicious meals my mother makes. So I ate less. Lan Xin blinked and said mischievously, her feelings for Zhen's mother were a little complicated, but looking at her worried eyes, her heart was still warm.

"Yo, our winter show seems to have grown taller and more iconic." Lan Xin looked at Dongxiu, whose eyes were as red as rabbits, and forced the tears in her eyes to smile and quipped.

Dongxiu saluted, pouted aggrievedly and said, "The girl knows how to bully slaves and maids, and she makes fun of slaves and maids as soon as she comes back." As he spoke, he began to involuntarily roll down his tears. During the time when the girl went to sea, she was afraid every day. Seeing that the girl was back, I couldn't control my tears.

Qinghe hurriedly wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and persuaded in a low voice: "Oh, Dongxiu, I saw that you were so excited, you even cried?!" Persuaded, persuaded, his tears couldn't stop flowing, and he didn't forget to squeeze Dongxiu, "Your tears are really cheap, and they will fall when they fall." When I encountered such a storm at sea, I didn't even frown. Look at what you don't look like! ”

Dong Xiu was suddenly unhappy, turned his head angrily, blocked Qinghe's hand, and retorted with red eyes: "Do you have a chance?" You have a chance, why are you crying after? ”

"I'm ・・・・・ I'm ・・・・・ this is ・・・・・・・ happy, yes, just happy!" Qinghe retorted with a stiff neck. She didn't cry!

Lan Xin looked at the two like children, vindictive, arguing, pursing their lips and laughing silently.

"Girl, can you try the temperature of the water?" Dongxiu poured the last bucket of hot water into the bathtub, and said busily, seeing Lan Xin nodding, he took the basket on the table and sprinkled the petals inside into the water, "This is picked by the slave maid early in the morning." After picking them back, the slave and maid picked out these fresh and complete petals with their own hands. Girl, smell it, isn't it fragrant? If you feel that the aroma is not enough, the slave maid will pick it again, although the aroma is not as good as in the morning, but put more and it will always be good. ”

Lan Xin sat in the bathtub, picked up some bright red petals and put them under his nose, took a deep breath, and a refreshing fragrance came to his nose. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Well, it's so fragrant!" You don't need to add it anymore, that's just right. Looking at the remaining petals in the basket, he smiled and said, "Keep the rest." Keep Jane's mother to make us bread to eat. ”

"If the girl thinks it's good, that's good." Dongxiu stopped throwing the petals, put the basket back on the table, and said with a smile, "These girls don't have to worry. Yesterday someone came to deliver a letter saying that the girl would be back today. When I saw Mother Jane, I began to prepare a lot of food, and I also instructed the sewing room to make some new clothes for the girl. The slave maid took someone to clean the girl's room. Although since leaving, the girl's room has been cleaned every day, and the bedding has been dried often. But when the girl returned, it was different. The slave and maid took the people and cleaned them again inside and out. ”

Dongxiu chattered, and kept walking, and quickly put a few plates of snacks and fruits on the small table next to the bathtub. "These are a few snacks prepared by Zhen's mother to cushion the girl's stomach." This pear is made from the pear tree on our Zhuangzi, and when the slave maid picked the flowers this morning, she picked a few big ones by the way. When the girl left, the pear tree was still blooming, and now, when the girl returned, its fruit was ripe, and everything was just right. As she spoke, she picked a piece of pear flesh with a toothpick and handed it over, urging, "Girl, try it!" ”

Lan Xin took it, put it in his mouth, and chewed gently, "Hmm." It's sweet! Nodding with satisfaction, he slurred his words, "The flesh is delicate, and the juice is also a lot, so it's delicious!" ”

"Delicious, right?!" Dongxiu saw that her girl was eating happily, and she was also happy, raised her chin proudly, and said proudly, "This was picked by the slave maid herself." As he spoke, he picked another piece of pear meat.

Lan Xin took the toothpick, played with it in his hand, his lips curled slightly, and praised with a smile: "I knew that Dongxiu was the most capable!" The tone was sincere, and the eyes under the heat were full of smiles.

"The girl is making fun of the slave again." Dong Xiu was embarrassed by Lan Xin's serious appearance and lowered her head, but the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened.

"What's the matter, your girl is telling the truth." Lan Xin smiled and explained, "During this time, is there anything interesting about Zhuangzi?" Lan Xin swallowed the fruit in his mouth and asked seemingly casually.

"Not really. Everything is in order on Zhuangzi. In the summer, Steward Meng organized the people in Zhuangzi to go to the mountains to collect grass to feed pigs and sheep. Go to the forest to pick wild fruits and come back to make wine. It's the autumn harvest now, and everyone is going to the fields to harvest the crops. Dong Xiu sat on a small stool next to him and said while helping Lan Xin wash her hair.

Huh? She paused, and suddenly "giggled" and laughed. In a cheerful tone, he said, "If it's something special, the slave and maid have one in mind." Meng Zhuo, the grandson of Steward Meng, and Tong Xiaohu, the grandson of Uncle Tong, were demons. One day, the two of them didn't come home after dark, which drove the adults in the family crazy. Except for a few old people who are not good at their hands and feet, almost all of them went out to look for them, and they have not found them from the sky to the moon. These two bear children make people angry when they mention them. Thinking about it now, Dongxiu still feels angry.

"I remember that the grandson of Steward Meng and Uncle Tong's grandson are the same age, and they are both six or seven years old. How did you find it? Lan Xin asked curiously.