Xu Shi accepted Jiang Li's kindness and quickly responded. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of the year, the Xu family was busy preparing everything for the festival in the house all day long, and naturally he didn't have time to come to Hanxiangyuan to ask for warmth. However, after a few days, her mind was put into action—a dozen or so rough servants were added to the Hanxiang Garden, and the flowers and plants in the garden were brought back to life. The servants and girls shuttle back and forth all day and night in the Hanxiang Garden, which is more popular than when the third grandmother was there before.

Xu's hand is also made for others to see, such as Zhen, the second grandmother who has always been against her.

That day, Zhen stabbed Jiang Li in front of everyone, and Mrs. Jiang admonished her in person, and Xu was very happy to see it. The second room was going to give an orphan girl a hard time, so she stood up and pretended to be a good person, and after the dinner was over, she diligently sent a girl to send Jiang Li back. In this way, he sold himself in front of the old lady, and became a good person when Jiang Li needed it.

Originally, the Xu family didn't expect Jiang Li to repay the favor, but just wanted to pull the popularity of the third room and hit the arrogance of the second room for a long time. I didn't want Jin Ju to come back from two trips and bring her back Jiang Li's heart: Obviously, Jiang Li didn't want to go back to the third room.

The big room showed favor to Jiang Li, and the second room stood still for the time being.

Jiang Ya ran to the old lady all day long, ran to the aunts in a few rooms, and sometimes took the time to talk to the eldest grandmother Xu, or to play with the two little sisters Jiang Yao and Jiang Lin in the big room, but she never came to Hanxiangyuan.

Jiang Ya, who came out of the house, also knew that only Zhen was the master in the second room, and even her biological father had to step aside. Therefore, she has been following the Zhen family since she was a child, and her biological mother has never taken Zhen's anger to heart. Zhen has seen that Jiang Li's mother and daughter are not pleasing to the eye, and Jiang Ya has never interacted with Jiang Li.

Jiang Min is different. Although Jiang Min is also afraid of Zhen's three points, she has always kept a distance from everyone, and she does not smile uncomfortably when she sees anyone, and there is no superfluous gossip. Sometimes I met Jiang Li in the garden, and talked as usual, Jiang Li didn't take the initiative to look for her, and she didn't go to the door of the cold garden.

Jiang Li was bored, and he didn't see the news from Sixi for a long time, so he stayed in Mei's former study all day.

The study has been renovated and looks the same as it was half a year ago. The wall is full of calligraphy by Jiang Li's father, Jiang Zongjin, who is vigorous and unrestrained. There are one or two pictures of landscapes, flowers and birds, from the pen of Mei's biological mother of Jiang Li's body, which is a very delicate and freehand painting, and the painting style is delicate and graceful, just like the character of Mei's life.

The young lady of the Jiang family's third room has been working in calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and her talent is above several brothers and sisters of the Jiang family, which is something that everyone in the whole house knows.

However, Jiang Li, who is now sitting in the study, is not a talented woman, and she doesn't like to write poetry and paint. In my last life, I went all the way to university, but fortunately, my calligraphy was acceptable.

There are two portraits hanging on the wall in the middle of the study, one on the left and one on the right, painting the same person, Jiang Li knows, it is the biological mother of this body, Mei. Originally, the portrait of his father Jiang Zongjin was hung on the left, but since his father took Aunt Zhao to Qingzhou, his mother didn't even want to see his father's portrait and put it away.

Jiang Li looked up at the two portraits of his biological mother on the wall: the one on the left is obviously Mei Shi when he was young, although his cheeks are not plump, he is still fat and thin, the two moth eyebrows on his apricot eyes are like daisies, his eyes are bright and full of energy, his thin lips are slightly curled and a shallow smile, gentle and tactful, very soft, and the whole person is like a red plum blossom in full bloom, vaguely similar to the current Jiang Li.

The one on the right is a self-portrait of her mother Mei two years before her death, the whole person is much thinner, the eyebrows and eyes can't hide the haggard and withered, the face is obscure and cold, as if the soul has lost its charm from the body, and the distracted eyes on the painting are worrying.

She stayed in the study all day, at first just to experience the previous life of this body, purely out of curiosity. In her bones, she has never been a lord who can calm down, and now that she lives in front of the eyes of everyone in the mansion, she wants to add some ladylike tranquility to herself.

For this reason, she also learned from the past, sitting on the large bookcase carved from the cold spring stone, learning the appearance of her mother in her previous memory, spreading out the rice paper on the table, picking up a purple hao in the pen holder, holding a pen in her right hand, holding a sleeve in her left hand, pretending to be silent for a long time, glancing at the inkstone on the side, which contained half a piece of ink moist and fragrant super-top lacquer smoke.

Jiang Li put down the pen, added a little water to the inkstone, gently picked up half of the ink and stirred it in the inkstone, the paint ink melted out a cloud of black and viscous ink, and a refreshing fragrance filled the room.

The fragrance of paper, ink and books, it turns out that this is how it came, Jiang Yuan thought.

In the past, Mei's calligraphy and painting did not like to wait, this paper and ink grinding thing is done by himself, now Jiang Li does not need to wait, he entertains himself in the study alone, and stays for half a day.

Xiao Xiang was happy to be quiet, staying far away in the garden outside the study to bask in the sun, and glancing at the window of the study from time to time. For a few days, after a long time, it was inevitable that a person muttered to himself: It was better to live in Meizhuang, how lively the girl was at that time! I thought the girl had changed her temperament, but she was back to her old self. I really don't understand, why this paper and pen are so crazy.

At first, Jiang Li was still writing and painting in the house, but then he simply sat in a daze. Sometimes I wonder in my heart, I don't like dancing and writing in my bones, but I can't tell why, after staying in the study for a long time, I just don't want to go outside. The study was brightly lit, and she held the book in her hand, and she quickly lost the content of what she had read, and read it again and again.

A few days passed, Jiang Li began to eat and taste, and she didn't sleep well, and one night she dreamed of her past life, how she had been against her mean stepmother since she was a child, and she bullied her to hide in the corner and cry・・・・・・ sometimes it was the current Jiang family, Mei's haggard face was stained with tears, and she couldn't see whose face it was vaguely, and smiled fiercely at her・・・・・・

Every time Jiang Li woke up, he didn't want to move, his mood was inexplicably discouraged, and his spirit was decreasing day by day.

The attentive pothos was the first to notice that something was wrong, and secretly said to Little Shanti: "Is it that the master has spent too much time in the study, so that she sees things and thinks about people, and thinks of the deceased lady?" I look at her condition now, it's a little similar to before she got sick. ”

"Isn't it going to be sick again? How good is that! Xiao Xiang mentioned it through the pothos, and also realized that something was wrong.

The conversation between the two did not deliberately turn Jiang Li's back, Jiang Li stepped out of the door with one foot, and listened to it, and his heart was secretly strange, and he began to pay attention to the various details of these days. After thinking about it carefully, Jiang Centrifugal moved his head.