"What's the matter?"

Shui Sanniang saw that he had eaten less, so she handed a plate of pastries to Si Kouzhun again, and said with pity, "In the past, you begged the cook in the house to make something to eat, but no one answered, and the old steward Zhao said that you always have to buy some sweet candy from the pastry shop outside the house and go home." This greedy is the same as when I was a child, I asked Fang Er to go outside and buy some for you to prepare, if it is occasionally light, it is better to eat more candied fruit. ”

"My mother has a heart. Si Kouzhun smiled gratefully, picked up the porridge and ate three or four bites in a row, but reluctantly put down the dishes and chopsticks and explained, "I drank too much tea earlier, but I can't eat it at this time." ”

"Out of the way, out of the way. Eat as much as you want, forget if you can't eat. Shui Sanniang smiled gently, stood up and paced two or three steps in the room, and looked at the bookcase, but sighed strangely.

She took two steps forward, reached out and took a carved wooden hairpin that Si Kouzhun put on the table, looked at it carefully, and turned around and asked, "Zhun Er, which girl is this hairpin on the table going to give to?"

Si Kou Zhun was about to put down his chopsticks, smiled, got up and turned back and said, "Mother, don't joke with Zhun Er." ”

"Look at you like that, do you think your mother can't remember?" Shui Sanniang had a teasing smile on her face, winked at Si Kou Zhun Jiao, and sighed while playing with the hairpin: "This is a birthday gift that Zhun Er worked hard to save money to buy for her mother, how could her mother forget it?"

Si Kouzhun's smile remained unchanged, he also closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, and then opened his eyes and said sincerely: "In the past, Zhun Er was incompetent and couldn't let his mother live a good life, but now that the scientific examination is imminent, with this opportunity, Zhun Er will definitely do his best for his mother." ”

Shui Sanniang was extremely moved, gently hugged him, patted his back twice comfortingly, and said to him seriously: "Zhun'er, you need to know that it doesn't matter whether you are famous or not, what matters is ...... I just want you to be happy. ”

She said it very sincerely, so sincere that Si Kouzhun almost believed it in a trance.

Seeing that he was stunned, Shui Sanniang beckoned Fang Er to fetch a few newly made clothes, saying that they were good clothes that were ordered according to Si Kou Xiangming's intentions, and only after Si Kou Zhun tried them all with a helpless look on her face, she left with a satisfied face.

As soon as she left, Si Kouzhun's smile turned cold, and she quickly returned to the table and took out the wooden hairpin to look at it carefully, and the strange feeling in her heart was even worse.

He didn't think that after many years, his mother, Shui Sanniang, would forget how this hairpin came from. During that difficult time, this hairpin was also a testimony to the emotions that she never forged.

But if it was her own mother, how could she misremember the origin of this thing? Listening to what she said, it was exactly the same as the plot she had made up to her father in the past for the sake of temptation......

Before he dared to make up his mind, there was another knock on the door, and as soon as Si Kouzhun opened the door, he saw that it was the hunched old steward Zhao.

"When people get old, it's easy to forget things. The old steward Zhao patted his head and said with a smile, "Second son, the old slave forgot the letter given by the second lady before, and Miss Hong is still waiting for a reply later." ”

"What letter?" Si Kouzhun frowned, but he didn't understand, how did he talk about Hong Manqing?

The old steward Zhao blinked in surprise, and reported again: "Miss Hong came to the house early this morning and asked the old slave to send a letter to the son. happened to meet the second lady, so I asked her to send it by the way. The old slave forgot to tell Madame before, and this Miss Hong is still waiting for a reply!"

When Si Kouzhun heard this, his face was even more shocked, for some reason, he had never heard his mother say this.

"Oh - forgot, forgot, mistaken, this letter is here. Old Steward Zhao patted his head for a moment, hurriedly took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it over, and said to himself in annoyance, "I must have made a mistake, I gave the letter I wanted to send to the family to the second lady." The man was old and confused, and the old slave couldn't read, so he had to go back and spend money to invite someone to rewrite a letter......"

Si Kouzhun took the letter calmly, sealed undamaged, and the handwriting was indeed Hong Manqing's handwriting, so he didn't ask much, politely invited the old housekeeper into the room, and personally re-transcribed a letter to his family.

"People are old, hey, they are really old, and they can't remember many things clearly......" Old Manager Zhao couldn't shirk it, so he had to thank him again and again, and he didn't dare to sit down when he entered the room, but he just hung his hands in front of the desk and looked at Si Kouzhun who was grinding ink, and the pity in his eyes was even worse.

Si Kouzhun got up, and wrote down one or two family affairs according to the meaning of Zhao Lao's stewardship. First, Wei Jing was very cold in winter this year, and the rivers outside the city were frozen with a thin layer of ice, so he sent back 30 taels of silver for his family to add more clothes. The second is that Yueniang, the little niece and daughter-in-law of the neighborhood, was pregnant, but her husband was deceived by gambling and had to flee back to his hometown.

Si Kouzhun wrote according to his words, but he was surprised in his heart, it turned out that the simple old Zhao was in charge of his hometown and still had so many things to worry about.

At the end, the pen stopped at the word "fraud", and he didn't hear the old steward Zhao continue to say, he raised his head and asked puzzledly: "This is the end? Who will receive the letter?"

"Let the old slave take a look and think about it. Old Steward Zhao asked, hunched over and took a step forward to pick up the letter paper from in front of Si Kouzhun, leaned down and stretched out his calloused right index finger, squinted at the letter on the table and pointed at it one by one.

Isn't Old Steward Zhao illiterate? Si Kouzhun held a brush and looked at his actions with a suspicious expression, and his face became solemn as he looked at it.

I saw that the index finger of the old steward Zhao trembled slightly, just like an old man with dizzy eyes, slid over word by word, occasionally stopped, and then jumped to the next word. Si Kouzhun's gaze followed his pointing, and the fists resting on the table clenched tighter and tighter.

The old steward Zhao pointed to the "water" of the river outside the city, the "three" of thirty taels of silver, the "mother" of Yueniang who was "pregnant", and the "fraud" of gambling.

Shui Sanniang is cheating.

Si Kou Zhun took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he had regained his composure, and asked with a smile: "Can the old butler remember, where is the recipient of the letter?"

The old steward Zhao glanced at him faintly, took out the letter paper, didn't look at it anymore, and threw it to the burning stove on the side, and when the letter paper burned out, he said suddenly: "The old slave forgot, how can there be anyone in the family now, and the old friends in the past are now missing." ”

The words "whereabouts unknown" made Si Kouzhun's face pale. He then looked up, looking sad and implicitly angry, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for telling me, old steward." ”

Old Steward Zhao looked at him deeply, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally sighed and left.

As soon as he left, Si Kou Zhunqiang's self-propped back collapsed instantly, and he closed his eyes and rubbed his head, only saying that he was not wrong in his guess.

Shui Sanniang who returned to the house this time is not the "Shui Sanniang" of the year.