I didn't know that the sound of horses' hooves was the first time that the silence of the night was crushed, and Lu Fei, who was lying on the couch, looked at Changxin, who was still asleep, and sighed for a moment.

She suddenly had some envy of the sleeping long heart, and she didn't know how to leave the hatred.

After recalling several times in his mind, after the owner skillfully turned over and got on the horse, he disappeared from his sight without looking back, and Lu Fei tucked his long heart's quilt feet, slowly got up, put on his middle clothes, and leaned against the window.

Although she knew that there would be a cold wind when she opened the window, and that the cold wind would make her heart sick, she didn't want to care about it.

If the owner is gone, she can't find the meaning of taking care of Changxin.

Lu Fei's gaze was cast on the empty intersection, a little blurred.

Her owner disappeared at this intersection for some reason.

Lu Fei suddenly regretted a little, and couldn't help but wonder in her heart, if she didn't pretend to be drunk, if she didn't become the hall owner, would the hall owner give up the long trip?

Lu Fei wanted to be engrossed, but heard a soft voice.

"Sister Fei'er, what are you looking at?"

Lu Fei looked back and saw Changxin walking towards him barefoot.

"Why did Xin'er go to the ground barefoot?" Seeing Changxin's bare feet, Lu Fei didn't hesitate, and quickly turned around and carried Changxin back to the couch, helping her put on the embroidered shoes that were resting next to the couch.

Changxin sat on the couch, looked down at Lu Fei's hand busy on his feet, and then gently shook his legs hanging on the edge of the couch, "Is my mother gone?" ”

Lu Fei helped Changxin put on her shoes and was going to get up, but Changxin's words made her stunned and didn't move for a long time.

Seeing Lu Fei squatting in place without saying a word, Changxin turned his head to look around, and when he saw the enamel jar on the table, he knew that his mother had left.

Knowing that his mother was gone, Changxin lowered his head and asked Lu Fei again, "Sister Fei'er, do you know when your mother will come back?" ”

"Huh?" Lu Fei hid the tears that were about to flow out, and answered in a low voice, "I know ......"

Seeing that Lu Fei replied 'I know', Changxin immediately smiled and revealed two dimples, "When was that?" ”

When?

Lu Fei thought for a moment and replied softly, "When it's time to come back." ”

When is it time to come back? Although I don't know when Sister Fei'er said 'I should come back', it doesn't prevent Changxin from being excited by Lu Fei's words. Because she remembered that her mother had said that she would come back after eating the jar of sugar lotus seeds.

Thinking that the sugar lotus seeds in the enamel jar were still full, Changxin touched his stomach, "Mother just needs to come back!" ”

I can't guess the child's thoughts, seeing that Changxin can be so happy when he stops such ethereal news, Lu Fei suddenly found that he was confused, in the middle of the night, why did he put shoes on Changxin, just let her sleep on the couch.

Thinking that it was time to go to bed, Lu Fei quickly took off the shoes she had just put on for Changxin and placed her on the couch, "Then Xin'er will sleep obediently!" When I wake up, the owner will be back!"

But before Lu Fei finished speaking, she was stunned, because she saw that Changxin's eyes that had just closed opened again.

"Sister Fei'er is a liar!" Changxin lay on the couch and looked at Lu Fei's eyes seriously, "My mother said, wait for Changxin to finish eating the sugar lotus seeds she prepared, and she will come back!" Changxin hasn't started eating yet! How could my mother come back after waking up from Changxin? ”

After saying that, Changxin stretched out his hand and pointed to the enamel jar resting on the case, "Sister Fei'er, when you just said 'it's time to come back', was it when the jar of sugar lotus seeds was eaten?" ”

Lu Fei followed Changxin's raised hand and moved her gaze to the enamel jar on the case.

The ceramic jar was pressed under the rice paper before the enamel jar, which took away Lu Fei's gaze.

Lu Fei didn't dare to hesitate, went straight to the case and picked up the enamel jar, and carefully withdrew the rice paper from under the jar.

The striking black letters on the rice paper made Lu Fei's heart tighten, because she saw that the beginning was, 'It is difficult to determine the date of return'.

Rubbing the letter, Lu Fei said in his heart, since the owner of the pavilion has written the return date, it is difficult to determine the return date, and the January period that the owner and Xin'er said are afraid that it is just a delaying strategy.

Although today, when the owner of the museum left, her heart cried a lot, but according to the child's temperament, after a month, she was afraid that she would not even remember who the owner was.

Thinking that Xin'er Xu would not remember the owner of the museum after a month, Lu Fei took the letter in one hand and the enamel jar in the other, walked to the couch of Changxin in small steps, and sat down gently.

When he sat down, he looked back.

Lu Fei thought that when she looked back, she might be able to see the child's sleeping face, and she was calm, but she didn't want to, and when she turned around, she only saw a quilt.

This little girl likes to sleep with her head covered?

Thinking that the owner of the pavilion asked himself to take care of Changxin before leaving, Lu Fei reached out and wanted to pull down the quilt that Changxin covered his face.

Who knew that Changxin deliberately used his strength under the quilt to stabilize the quilt.

"Heart! Come out! Lu Fei frowned, hiding in the quilt for a long time, but it would be stuffy.

"Sister Fei'er, when did you say my mother will come back?"

The muffled sound coming from the quilt made Lu Fei more and more impatient, "Didn't Xin'er ask just now?" ”

"Asked?" The voice in the quilt suddenly cleared up a little, "What is Sister Fei'er's reply?" ”

What did you just come back to? Lu Fei's heart trembled, and she suddenly realized that there had always been a terrifying voice in her heart, and the owner of the hall would never return.

No, how can the owner never return? I must have thought too much about it.

Lu Fei clenched the hand holding the letter, turned his head and smiled at Changxin, "...... in January"

"Oh!" Listening to Lu Fei talk about the month period, Changxin immediately drilled up from the quilt, exposed his little head, and bent his eyes at Lu Fei, "That's good!" Changxin was worried about being deceived by his mother just now! ”

Listening to Changxin's words, she was afraid of being deceived by the owner, Lu Fei sighed lightly, casually put the enamel jar on the couch, and continued to read the letter.

Reading the letter in his hand silently, vaguely remembering that he had just read the first line from the right, Lu Fei went to the inside of the couch, and let his eyes naturally move to the second line.

The words in the second line are a little thinner than the first line, and it can be seen that the owner did not think much about it when he wrote it.

Lu Fei's gaze moved up and down the second line a few times, and when he figured out what the hall owner meant, he involuntarily covered his mouth and forcibly held back the tears from falling.

What is the meaning of 'long meals in spring and summer, don't forget clothes in autumn and winter', what is 'don't disturb in the next life', what is 'to be a female commissioner, and to the museum'......

She is not uncommon to be the owner of the Spring Breeze Pavilion and the mother of the orphan girl.

Even if the owner of the museum left a long-term heart, it is her own daughter!

On the one hand, Lu Fei thought that she was going to chase the hall owner, and on the other hand, she thought that she had gone to the hall and there was no one in the hall, and she couldn't help it, and she secretly had some resentment in her heart, complaining about the hall owner, but she guessed her thoughts, but she didn't want to confess to her.

"Sister Fei'er?"

Lu Fei wanted to be engrossed, but he didn't realize that there was a villain lying behind him.

"Pray for the example of the daughters, and protect my daughter's heart for a hundred years. I don't want to be the world, but I hope that everything he does in this life can be as he pleases, and he is not bound by the world. There is still money left on the side of the counter......"

Changxin was reading by the candlelight, but he found that the letter had been covered by Lu Fei and prevented her from seeing it, so he immediately reached out and grabbed it, "Hey! Sister Fei'er, hands, hands, take it away! ”

"Long-minded literacy?" Lu Fei flickered left and right to avoid Changxin's hand, while preventing her from grabbing the letter, while having doubts, the owner of the museum has always been difficult to write letters, and the words are not evasive, according to Changxin's age, he really shouldn't know.

"Recognize! Acquaintance! Changxin didn't realize that Lu Fei was suspicious of her, so she only cared about chasing the letter in Lu Fei's hand, "Sister Fei'er give Changxin quickly, Changxin wants to see the words of her mother!" ”

"How does Xin'er know that this word belongs to the hall owner?" Lu Fei smiled and moved her hand to the front, shaking the somewhat wrinkled letter, "Sister Fei'er is curious!" ”

"What's so strange about that!" Changxin took advantage of Lu Fei's inattention, and secretly scratched Lu Fei's armpit, forcing the arm on the side of the letter to shrink back suddenly, "The mother's word Changxin knows it." ”

After speaking, he smiled and snatched the letter from Lu Fei's hand.

Waiting for the letter to fall into his hands, he learned the appearance of Lu Fei with a long heart, sat cross-legged on the couch, and read it word by word.

Lu Fei didn't expect Changxin to snatch the letter by tickling, so she didn't have time to stop it, she thought that Changxin would get the letter, but she read the rest of the words aloud, but she was startled by the action of Changxin reading the letter in front of her. It was the first time she had seen someone reading a letter cross-legged when she was so old.

"Sister Fei'er's original name is Yu Fu?"

Before Lu Fei finished judging Changxin's actions, she heard Changxin's question.

Was her original name Yu Fu?

Listening to the word 'Yu Fu' again, Lu Fei is like a world away.

The owner of the museum wrote these two words on paper, and to her, it was just a hint that she could leave if she wanted to.

But as soon as Changxin pronounced those two words, Lu Fei remembered what an old man once said, the names of the world are all curses, the Lord is born and the Lord is dead, and the Lord is blessed by disasters.

Yu Fu said, because many years ago, his father deliberately looked for someone to divinate for himself. The hexagram is the image of blessing, so it was given such a name to make up for the loss of the sky.

Lu Fei recited the word 'Yu Fu', and then muttered, "Yes." ”

As soon as the word "yes" came out, Lu Fei noticed that Changxin's eyes were red.

"Xin'er, what's wrong with you?" Green Fei has a temperament that can't bear the longevity, to put it mildly, it is to do as you like, a while of wind and rain, to the heavy, it is moody, as the old saying goes, the face of a five- or six-year-old doll is like the day in June and July, and it will change when it is said.

"Did my mother sell her long heart to Sister Yu Fu?" The long heart of red eyes made Lu Fei purse her lips and was speechless for a while.

"Sort of!" Lu Fei took out the letter in Changxin's hand, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it out from the couch casually, and then hugged Changxin and poured it into the quilt, closed his eyes, and didn't want to say more.

Seeing that the letter was lost, Changxin couldn't stop crying again.

It made Lu Fei's heart more and more upset.

But the root of the chaos is not in Changxin, but in herself.

In the depths of her memory, there is another letter buried.

The letter was the same as the owner's letter, a densely packed piece of paper.

However, the owner of the letter is not as good as the person who took the initiative in the museum.