Zhuo Yijia stood by the bed, stretched out her hand to push the window open a gap, and the autumn wind poured in, blowing the sideburns in her ears.

There was a lot of noise outside, and the footsteps back and forth were a little more than usual.

Zhuo Yijia's hand holding the window paused, and then slowly retracted, and finally there was only a gap left. She stood beside the bed, looking through the gap at Zhuo Shunwu, who was standing outside under the eaves of the main house waving his hand to command, and her whole face darkened.

Warmed up by the autumn wind, Zhuo Yijia lowered his head, looked at the coat on his body, did not look back, and did not speak.

Zhao Fengyao stood behind Zhuo Yijia, and both of them looked out the window.

Zhuo Shunwu's eyes swept across the courtyard, directing the maid who was moving animal items back and forth, his eyes fell on the gap in the open window of the west wing, and he paused, and then stopped.

turned around, looked into the main house, and said loudly: "Ayuan, everything is ready, get in the car." ”

After speaking, Hua Taijun's body holding on crutches walked out tremblingly with the support of Mama Cao and Yimei.

She stepped out of the threshold, stood outside the main house, looked up at the sky, and then walked to the marigolds in the courtyard, and gently touched the branches of the chrysanthemums with her cane feet.

The blooming chrysanthemum petals fell one after another.

"When you drop three autumn leaves, you can bloom February flowers. Hua Taijun spoke, lowered his head, and said softly. With that, she turned her head and looked at the West Wing. Then he waved his hand and walked towards the west wing.

Zhuo Yijia let go of his hand and closed the only remaining slit.

Mama Cao and Yimei stood in place, watching Hua Taijun approach the window of the west wing with a cane.

The windows of the west wing are closed. This window has been closed for many years since the fourth girl went. is about the twilight of his life, and Taijun himself feels that time is running out. These days, I often remember the fourth lady who was raised under her knees in the west wing.

Hua Taijun walked out of the window alone, stood still with his body bent, stretched out his dry and old hand, gently stroked the window, and said softly: "Si'er, grandmother is gone." This time, I don't know that geometry is the return date. ”

Zhuo Yijia, who was standing in the window, listened to the sour feeling in his heart. She pursed her lips tightly and blackened her face.

Saying that, Hua Taijun sighed sadly, stretched out his hand, touched his pale sideburns, and said again: "I don't know if my body can hold on until I come back and take a look at this west wing." If not, hey...... When your uncle and father took me back, none of their daughters recited for me. As he spoke, I don't know if he thought of Zhuo Yirou or Zhuo Yihan, Hua Taijun's body was a little choked.

She slumped around and walked slowly into the courtyard with her cane.

Seeing this, Zhuo Shunwu under the eaves stepped forward and walked next to Hua Taijun, supported her, and then swept back his eyes over the west wing, and then turned around and said: "If Si'er has a spirit in the sky, he will also bless you all the way safe." ”

Hua Taijun listened to Zhuo Shunwu's words, nodded, and continued: "She is a filial child, not only me, if she is really spiritual, she will probably bless the Zhuo family with a hundred years of good health." ”

Zhuo Shunwu responded, supported Hua Taijun and walked past the clumps of calendula chrysanthemums, and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

Last night, the autumn wind withered the green trees, and the magnolia trees outside the courtyard were only bare branches. Looking at the sky and light clouds in the distance through the branches, there is a bleak autumn mood.

Autumn has sunset, and the bleak wind is dewed.

Mama Cao, Yimei and a few little girls all followed behind and walked towards the courtyard.

Zhuo Yijia stretched out his hand, opened the window through the slightest gap, and watched Hua Taijun's body walk out of the courtyard accompanied by Zhuo Shunwu. After all, he didn't say a word.

She let go of her hand, closed the window, and looked at the window with her head slightly bowed, without saying a word.

She naturally wanted to blame Zhuo Shunwu and Hua Taijun, but General Hua Taijun's words made her unable to blame anything.

How could she not understand the meaning of General Hua Taijun's words. Her father and uncle went to Guazhou to pick her up, wasn't it exactly what she promised before, and she was transferred out of the Zhuo family's second and third rooms before the accident.

Zhuo Yijia didn't know if he was really dead or fake, but this trip to Guazhou was long and indefinite, and most of the way was by water. The winter solstice is approaching, and when it snows heavily, the road is even more difficult.

With Hua Taijun's body, no matter how well he prepares, when the time comes, the real death and fake death will be mixed in half.

Even if he knew that for the sake of the Zhuo family, Hua Taijun and Zhuo Shunwu designed her. There must be resentment and blame in her heart, but if she really blames, she can't be ruthless.

Zhuo Yijia moved his fingertips, stretched out his hand, pulled the clothes he was wearing on his body, and put them on directly.

She didn't look back, and while tying the cloth buckle, she restrained her voice and said, "You probably know what's going on." I can't blame the Zhuo family, yesterday's incident,"

Zhuo Yijia buttoned up, straightened her neckline, and didn't look back, but said, "Just act as if nothing happened." ”

It's not your fault or mine, but if she wants to be forced to be tied up with Zhao Fengyao because she was driven to the shelves and forced to have a bed, Zhuo Yijia can't do it.

She didn't like to be forced.

Zhuo Yijia himself knows, and Zhao Fengyao also knows.

Without waiting for Zhao Fengyao to reply, Zhuo Yijia walked towards the back of the bed frame in the west wing. Walking to the entrance of the tunnel, Zhuo Yijia stopped again. She turned her head and looked at Zhao Fengyao's figure on the other side through the bed curtain: "If you feel uncomfortable, you can make a request that I can accept." I compensate you. It's as if I took this fault for the Zhuo family. ”

Zhao Fengyao, who was standing on the side of the bed curtain, did not speak, and after a while, he shook his head, looked at Zhuo Yijia on the side of the bed curtain, and said, "It's not my fault, and it's not your fault." You don't have to compensate me for the Zhuo family. ”

Saying that, Zhao Fengyao paused, and then spoke: "You don't have to worry about the Zhuo family, after all, I am quite happy that they dare to do this." ”

Zhuo Yijia's hand squeezed, she looked at the faint figure on the side of the bed curtain, pursed her lips, and did not speak. But my heart was beating faster.

She stiffened her face, through the bed curtain, and gave him a fierce white look where Zhao Fengyao couldn't see, with a little coquettishness and blame that she couldn't even realize. Then he lowered his body, pulled open the wooden plank behind the bed frame, and walked into the dark passage.

didn't reply to Zhao Fengyao a word.

After Zhuo Yijia left, the room became quiet. The voices in the courtyard outside slowly subsided as Zhuo Shunwu and Hua Taijun left.

Zhao Fengyao stood in place, looking at the big bed embroidered with mandarin ducks, raised his feet and walked to the bed, turned his eyes and looked at the bed carefully, couldn't help but hook his lips, and then chuckled.

Stretched out his hand, gently stroked the soft pillow that Zhuo Yijia had slept on, and muttered, "How could I blame the Zhuo family?"

In the courtyard, a little maid took a broom and began to sweep the chrysanthemums covered on the road in the courtyard.

Zhao Fengyao turned his head and swept over the festive furnishings in the room. It's another good day, and I hope that the scenery will still come to life.