As soon as Sister Jiang walked through the gatehouse of the corner gate, she saw a small sedan chair appear on the ancient road paved with wooden planks at the bottom of the gravel mat. Two servants, still dressed in ancient costumes, saluted him:

"Sister Jiang, Madame said that your old man is old, so she specially asked us to come over and carry you in. ”

Sister Jiang hurriedly returned the salute, flattered and said, "Madam is really a bodhisattva. ”

The servant woman's eyebrows moved: "No, the sedan chair only picks up those noble ladies." In addition, Sister Jiang, you are the first. ”

The servant woman was both envious and a little sour.

Sister Jiang was humble for a few words, and her words were full of words like Mrs. Kindness.

got on the sedan chair, the curtain was lowered, and Sister Jiang touched the leather cushion under her buttocks, and her originally tense heart was much more relaxed.

Although it was only a few steps less, it conveyed the lady's heart. It seems that the two things she did for her wife, Mrs. is quite satisfied, otherwise there would not be a sedan chair to accept such treatment.

Estimating the time to walk for a cup of tea, the sedan chair stopped at the moon gate of Shangxin Garden.

"Sister Jiang, we can only send you here. ”

After Sister Jiang got off the sedan chair, the two servants glanced at the garden with envy, and then lifted the sedan chair and left the path on the left.

Shangxin Garden is the garden where Mrs. Lin lives, even if these two servants have served in the Lin family for many years, they are not qualified to set foot in it.

Sister Jiang raised her hand to cut her haircut, straightened the cheongsam without a trace of wrinkles on her body, and raised her feet into the Moon Gate.

Behind the Moon Gate, there is a concentric lake, the lake is full of green lotuses, and the opposite side of the concentric lake is the Linxin Garden where Mrs. Lin lives.

After saying hello to the mute woman guarding the moon gate, Sister Jiang stepped onto the verandah in the lake that connected the two banks.

A canopy was erected on the verandah, and layers of wisteria flowers were entwined around it, and under the wisteria flowers were long lanterns depicting different portraits.

"Brother Parrot, don't be picky, be good, hurry up and eat this piece of pulp, otherwise you won't be allowed to eat meat in the future. ”

At the end of the verandah is an ancient pavilion, there is a big bird cage hanging on the left side of the pavilion, and the young girl who is feeding the parrots in the cage saw Sister Jiang appear, smiled and put down the small spoon in her hand, and said:

"Sister Jiang, I can be regarded as looking forward to your old man. ”

"The old woman's legs and feet are slow, so the Qing'er girl has been waiting for a long time. ”

Sister Jiang was about to give a salute, but was stopped by Qing'er, who took Sister Jiang's hand with a smile: "Sister Jiang, your old man is now the right-hand man in front of Mrs., and I, Qing'er, am just the one who feeds birds in front of Mrs. Jiang. ”

Qing'er flattered her, but she didn't wait for Sister Jiang to say anything, so she pulled Sister Jiang out of the ancient pavilion: "Hurry up, Madame just rewarded me with a pot of good tea, I'll taste it with you." ”

"Oh, I've never heard of the tea that Madame appreciated, and I'm really blessed by the young girl. Sister Jiang raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead without a trace, and followed with a smile.

Qing'er smiled slightly, and after taking Sister Jiang into Linxin Garden, she went straight to the servant's room. After the guest of honor was seated, Qing'er went through the teacup with the tea that had been brewed, poured a cup and handed it to Sister Jiang.

"Hmm~ Chun'er is not strong, clear but not greasy, good tea!" Sister Jiang took a shallow sip and poured a cup for Qing'er.

"The tea produced by our tea house is really much purer than the outside. Qing'er tasted it, then put the tea handed over by Sister Jiang on the coffee table, and said softly:

"Tea is good tea, but, Sister Jiang, it's not the right time for you to come today. In the morning, our wife accompanied a few ladies from other provinces to watch a play, and now we are taking a lunch break. ”

Qing'er gave Sister Jiang another cup:

"The eldest young master also happened to come to find Madame today, and he has been waiting in the study for almost an hour now, so I'm afraid I have to bother Sister Jiang and your old man to wait a little longer. ”

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, anyway, I'm an idler. ”

*

The eldest young master mentioned by Qing'er, that is, Lin Zhichu, was writing calligraphy on the big desk near the window of the study at this time.

"Squeak"

Hearing the sound, Lin Zhichu suddenly turned around, and when he saw that it was not his mother who came in, but his mother's henchman, most of the joy on his face disappeared immediately, but he still got up to greet him:

"Mother Lin, is my mother awake?"

"Well, just after freshening up, Madame asked me to take the eldest young master to the back garden. ”

Mother Lin was about fifty years old, she glanced at the pile of paper balls in the book cage under the table, then glanced at the brush words on the big desk, looked at Lin Zhichu, shook her head and said, "Young Master, your handwriting today is far worse than usual." ”

Lin Zhichu smiled bitterly: "Mother Lin, it's not that you don't know, every time I want to see my mother, I am nervous." ”

Mother Lin glanced at Lin Chuchu with disgust: "When a son sees his mother, what is there to be afraid of." ”

Ordinary mothers and sons are more warm when they meet, but for him, every meeting with his mother is more like a subordinate reporting to the leader.

"Mother Lin, let's go, don't let your mother wait. ”

Lin Zhizhi raised his feet and took the lead out of the study, and Lin Ma looked at his lonely back and sighed helplessly.

The back garden is just behind the main house.

When Lin Zhichu pushed open the door, he happened to see a woman dressed in white in a sea of flowers, with a shallow smile on her lips, leaning over to smell the fragrance of a rose, and a butterfly just landed on her bun.

The woman in the sea of flowers is as beautiful as a person who comes out of a painting.

Lin Zhichu looked at his mother's smile and was slightly distracted.

I remember the last time I saw my mother's smile was three years ago, when my younger brother Zhimo made up a small castle made of flowers as a birthday gift for his mother, and when his mother received the gift, he praised his younger brother for his filial piety.

At that time, he himself spent a month designing and cutting a dress to give to his mother, but at that time, his mother was not only unhappy when she received the gift, but also reprimanded herself.

Since then, his only hobby of designing and tailoring clothes has also been extinguished.

"Young Master, why don't you go in?"

Mother Lin, who was following behind, saw that Lin Zhichu was blocked at the door and did not enter, so she couldn't help but remind in a whisper.

As soon as Lin Ma's words fell, the smile on the face of the woman in the sea of flowers disappeared immediately, she straightened up, looked at Lin Zhichu standing at the door from a distance, and then looked down at the yellow rose in her hand, and turned around and walked towards the pavilion not far from the sea of flowers.

The pavilion uses fine yarn as a curtain, and there is no stone table and stone bench in the pavilion, but is arranged with tatami mats, a guzheng, and a set of low coffee tables.

When Mother Lin and Lin Chuchu arrived at the ancient pavilion, Mrs. Lin, who was making tea, did not raise her head, her voice was neither light nor heavy, and said lightly:

"Mother Lin, ask someone to uproot all the roses in the yard and remove them. ”