A touch of residual sun is like blood, but it sprinkles golden light on the river waves, and fishing boats shuttle back and forth on the river, like water birds that are constantly shuttling. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A flute sounded, melodious and distant, not like the music of the world. A man sat on the bow of a small boat, gently blowing the autumn water of the river. There was also a girl dressed as a fisherman sitting next to the man, who had left her work early and looked at the man blankly, unable to hide the affection and smile in her eyes.

Jiang Feng seemed to be immersed in the melodious sound of the flute.

At the stern of the boat, there is a slightly older woman looking helplessly at the two "living treasures" in the bow of the boat, funny and angry shaking the oars in her hands, after a while, I don't know if I am tired, or I was also attracted by the sound of the flute, simply put down the oars in my hand, sat down quietly, followed my sister to listen to the sound of the flute, and let the small fishing boat drift down the water.

"Ask what the love of the world is, and the straight teaches life and death. The south comes to the north and the north of the double flyer, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. . . A breeze carried the fragrance of summer flowers into the gentle embroidery pavilion, sometimes naughtily lifting the gauze tent, and occasionally rogue turning the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

Girl's feelings are always poetry, and girls like flowers always have vague dreams like flowers. The walls of the embroidery pavilion are covered with paintings of the owner of the embroidery pavilion. In the painting, there are fishing boats, large rivers, wild flowers full of green mountains, and drifting clouds.

But no matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are only the background, and no matter how white the clouds are, they are only a foil. The protagonists in the paintings are always a man and a woman, sometimes dressed as a fisherman and full of unpretentiousness, and sometimes dressed in Taoist robes ethereal like immortals. The woman sometimes smiles, sometimes slightly infatuated. The eyes of the watchman were full of deep affection.

It's as if the man will leave with the wind at any time, but there is always a deep sadness in the warm and watery picture. . .

If the dust is here, it will definitely be frightened~~~

The characters in those paintings are clearly him, the third sister, and the second sister.

"Miss, Miss!" A little maid wearing a green silk veil suddenly rushed over from a distance, shouting so temperamentally while running, instantly breaking the tranquility of the small courtyard, and waking up the people who were dreaming in the gauze tent.

"Xiaobi, why are you talking nonsense, Miss is taking a nap! You must have been woken up as soon as you came, and you're not too young, can you look like a little bit of a daughter's house! Before the little maid stepped into the embroidery building, an old mother walked out, and saw the little maid angrily and funny reprimanded her.

"Oh! Got it" The little maid quickly stopped and quietly stuck out her little tongue. Then he pretended to be a lady and gave the old mother a blessing, then he gently stood on tiptoe and walked into the embroidery pavilion, taking advantage of the old mother's lack of attention, and immediately ran up the stairs in three steps and two steps like a monkey, so that the old mother who turned back almost hung and was stunned, and endured it with a good hanging, and sighed helplessly and pretended not to know.

There's no way, the young lady is gentle and demure in front of people, but she only likes such a monkey-like maid, with her own young lady covering, of course the little maid can be lawless. The entire Liao family, who can take her?

"Xiaobi, can you be quieter. Mother Zhang should be nagging again, I want to arrest you again to learn the rules, I don't care! Miss Liao had already been woken up by her maid's loud voice, and she looked a little dazed. It wasn't until the little maid walked in that she taught her a lesson angrily and funny.

My own maid has been living a relaxed and energetic life over the years, and even Liao Xiaoyu himself is envious. But there are many rules in the boudoir, although the old housekeeper grandfather loves her, but he is also an old-fashioned person, and there is a nurse beside him who always recites the mantra of the hoop, Liao Xiaoyu can't do anything if he wants to, and Xiaoyu in deep bondage can only pin his yearning for freedom on the little girl who grew up together.

Looking at her unbridled appearance, it seems that she has vitality...

"Miss, you're dreaming again." said that it is the master and servant, the little maid and her own lady are actually similar to sisters, frolicking together, playing together, what is on the mind of the young lady, as a caring big girl, Xiaobi naturally has to listen obediently, so what habits and things are there for her own young lady, of course Xiaobi knows.

"Hmm" Liao Xiaoyu nodded lightly, then sat up from the bed, followed the open small window, and looked at the white clouds floating outside stupidly, unwilling to speak for a long time.

"Miss, the dream is fake!" The little maid Xiaobi kindly reminded her own lady, to say that in the past two years, the most worrying thing for the heartless little maid is that her own young lady has been dreaming, and it is always the same dream, the same group of people, although the scene is different, but they can run up, as if they have experienced another life.

My own lady is always dreaming, and the little girl is naturally worried, how sad the dream is! In the past two years, I don't know how many soothing medicines I have secretly bought for my own lady, but it has always had no effect at all.

Sometimes, the young lady would draw the scene in her dream. The scene in the painting is so beautiful and beautiful, but I don't know why, Xiaobi always feels that there is always a deep sadness in such a beautiful picture.

But Xiaobi never dared to say what she felt in her heart, for fear that Miss would have any accidents...

"Xiaobi, help me get a piece of drawing paper!" Liao Xiaoyu gave an order, then walked to the windowsill, and while carefully grinding the ink inkstone, he quietly began to recall the scene in his dream.

Outside the window, the summer flowers are brilliant, and the inside of the house is quiet. Only the breeze blows, and occasionally there are a few rustling sounds.

The little maid stood by as before, quietly watching her young lady draw, not daring to make a slight noise. It's just that as the ink fragrance gradually soaked the paper, the little girl's eyes gradually widened, and she looked at her young lady in disbelief.

In the previous portraits, although there was always a sad artistic conception, the characters in the pictures were always two people playing the flute together, talking and laughing, or rocking the oars together, or walking together.

But this time, it was a small mountain, with ten miles of spring flowers, which was extraordinarily beautiful, but the man flew away in a Taoist robe. Leaving a lonely tomb there silent ...

That's not a good sign!

"Miss!" The little maid finally couldn't help but exclaim...

"Don't make noise" Liao Xiaoyu turned around and smiled softly at the little girl with a frightened face: "Perhaps, I will never dream again in the future!" It seems like the end of the dream has arrived! ”

"Yes, yes..." The little maid knows how to draw. When her own lady was studying, she was naturally forced to be educated together as a personal big girl. Besides, such a shallow scene, even if you don't understand it, you can understand it!

"Don't you think that this ending may be the most real ending?" Liao Xiaoyu said softly, as if convincing himself. Looking at the scenery outside the window, he retracted his gaze for a long time, looked at the scene he had drawn with his own hands, picked up the brush in his hand again, and gently wrote an inscription on it.

"The ten-mile long pavilion is full of frost, and the green silk and white hair are all over the year.

There is no regret in this life, and there is a fate in the next life.

The smile is like a flower, and the face is like water.

The love is thick and the lovesickness is light, and the Pengshan dance is free".

Liao Xiaoyu gently put away the paintbrush in his hand, stared at the picture in his hand quietly for a while, shook his head, thought for a while, and quietly added a few words on the picture: "In the heavens, I wish to be a winged bird, in the earth, I wish to tie the knots, outside the tomb of the small building and the green mountains, only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals!" ”

"Little, Miss." The little maid saw the tears in the corners of Liao Xiaoyu's eyes, and immediately called softly in distress, only to wake up her young lady from the painting.

"Xiaobi, help me burn all these paintings!" Liao Xiaoyu commanded softly, reluctantly looked at the pictures in the room again, and looked back carefully before closing his eyes and no longer speaking.

"Ahh Xiaobi couldn't believe her ears until the young lady stopped talking anymore and didn't know that what her young lady said was true.

"Oh!" The little maid agreed in a low voice, and then slowly took down the pictures all over the house one by one, and was about to move them to the yard to burn them, when she suddenly seemed to remember something and turned around and said: "Miss, it seems that the hand you lost that day seems to have been taken by someone else, and you are at the old housekeeper's place, saying that small, Miss, you are devoted to his son-in-law, and you want to marry Miss!" ”

After the little girl finished speaking, her face turned red, and she didn't know whether she was ashamed or angry, and after she finished speaking, she ran downstairs in a panic, as if she would be caught by the young lady and beaten up.

"Oh! I know" Liao Xiaoyu replied inaudibly, not worried at all, still quietly looking out of the window, until a figure floated into his eyes from afar, and then he smiled. It's like a picture written in light ink, and suddenly it has color, and the whole person comes alive. The smile under the eyes is blooming like spring flowers, making the whole embroidery floor cheerful.

"Sister, sister, are you upstairs?" A man who looked like Liao Xiaoyu appeared downstairs in the embroidery pavilion and called out to the embroidery pavilion.

"Call my sister!" Liao Xiaoyu finally "lived" at this moment, and loudly "corrected" downstairs. hurriedly cleaned up his desk, and didn't even have time to tidy up his makeup, so he hurriedly ran downstairs, as if he was two people like Liao Xiaoyu, who had just been sad and sad.

"Xiaobi, what are you burning?" Only then did Liao Xiaozhou notice the little maid who was secretly burning calligraphy and paintings in the corner of the courtyard, and asked strangely.

"Ahh Yes! Xiao Bi's original grin looked as if it had never existed, and her little face like a goose egg instantly turned red, and she stammered there, stupidly unable to even reply.

|“ Xiaobi, can you have a little bit of interest! As soon as Liao Xiaoyu went downstairs, he saw his maid looking like a shy little daughter, and she was angry and funny.

The maid likes her "younger brother", which is not a new thing in Liaofu, and the boy who is very smug and in a hurry on weekdays will only show this "unproductive" appearance again and again in front of his "younger brother".

Sitting as the master of the same sisters, Liao Xiaoyu of course also knows his maid's thoughts, not that he has not been persuaded, but his own thoughts can't be solved, how can he persuade his eldest maid?

I only hope that my "younger brother" can have a little conscience, if he lives up to his sister's friendship, Liao Xiaoyu will not let him go!

It's just that all this is just a plan, and what Xiaobi's careful thoughts will become can only be determined when the "father" or "big brother" returns. Even the old butler could only pretend not to know.

"I discounted Zhao San's leg today, and his family shouldn't beat his sister again!" Liao Xiaozhou and Liao Xiaoyu are worthy of being brothers and sisters of the dragon and phoenix fetus, and they look really the same, except that Xiaoyu's temperament is more graceful, Xiaozhou's temperament is more masculine, and the height of the eyes is really the same.

No wonder, sometimes the big girl Xiaobi will suddenly blush at her young lady.

"Yes, sister!" Xiao Yu corrected again righteously.

"Who knows who is bigger of us?" Xiaozhou muttered unconvinced.

Twins are not good at this, and the time of birth is only a little bit different. Even the old butler didn't know who was older of them. After all, the person was brought back by the master, and he didn't explain it at the time. The topic of two siblings or two siblings has been arguing for more than ten years, and it has always been an unsolved case.

"Hmm!" Xiao Yu heard Xiao Zhou's muttering, and immediately looked at Xiao Zhou "fiercely". It wasn't until Xiaozhou shouted "sister" unwillingly that he stopped.

"What are you burning, could it be that you are the paintings in the room?" Xiaozhou obviously also knows his sister's secret, but it is strange why his sister suddenly burned it, after all, Xiaoyu cherishes those paintings on weekdays.

"It was just a dream!" Xiao Yu replied softly, not knowing whether he was convincing his younger brother or convincing himself.

"Oh!" Xiao Zhou answered, and just as he was about to speak, he saw his little servant suddenly rushing over and shouting loudly, "Young master, young lady." Master, Miss! The old man seems to have returned home, and the old housekeeper told you to hurry to the front hall! ”