The young master walked straight to the bookcase, and there was still a book on the table, thinking that he had read it last night and had not put it away. He looked at the book quietly, then suddenly stood up, folded his hands, and looked straight out of the screen window. Xiao She'er saw a back, dressed in a tooth-white shirt, with a silver gray Guangling wide waist around his waist, and a long body. According to etiquette, when she saw the young master for the first time, Xiao She'er should have stepped forward to ask for peace, but the young master stood like this, but it was inconvenient to come forward to disturb him.

After seeing Xiao She'er, he hurriedly took Shangyu's Yue Kiln [Note] celadon tea bowl and poured a bowl of tea with light green soup, and held it on a small tea tray with black walnut wood carved silk carving and lacquering, walked silently, walked to the young master's side gently, and called: "Young master." ”

The young master looked at the sky as if he hadn't heard. Xiao She'er said again: "Young master, please use tea." Seeing that the young master didn't notice it, he lowered his head and looked at a trace of white mist coming out of the tea bowl, the weather was still hot, and the mist dissipated as soon as it floated out of the bowl. Suddenly, the young master seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned around, and when he reached out to take the tea, Xiao She'er didn't pay attention. Negligence in the two times, the young master knocked over the teacup, and Xiao She'er suddenly saw a hand stretched out in front of him, and he was so frightened that he whispered "oh".

Fortunately, most of the tea fell in the tea tray, and the tea bowl did not fall to the ground. The young master looked at Xiao She'er, Xiao She'er only felt that these eyes were as clear as a spring water, and his eyes seemed to be extremely gentle, and he panicked for no reason. I thought it must be a flushed face, but I couldn't tell the hand to touch my face. Thinking of her face, she suddenly thought of her scar, at this moment, what does the young master look like? For a while, my heart was like a deer, I was discouraged and depressed, and I was ashamed and ashamed of spilling the tea.

Only then did the young master remember that there was a maid in the house, and he didn't know how to comfort him for a while, so he just said lightly: "Just pour another bowl." But I saw a tear fall on the black tea tray, and then disappeared, so I had to comfort again: "I was distracted for a while, and I was startled." ”

"The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional" is enough to confirm a good sentence with bad intentions, and if you deliberately explain it like this but deliberately want to make the wording of the explanation sound without traces, it will make people misinterpret it logically, and the misunderstanding is justified.

Let's say that Xiao She'er listened to the words "I was startled", but calmed down, because she was holding the tea tray, she only bent her legs and made ten thousand blessings, "The slave and maid are clumsy and ugly, which frightened the young master...... Young master, don't blame. ”

Only then did the young master realize that he had said that he had scared Xiao She'er, intending to comfort him, but now he was thought to be taken aback. I have never dealt with young women very little, my sister is proud and stubborn, she can tolerate as much as possible, never care about her, and the maids will not show joy and sorrow to themselves. I didn't want to make this little girl cry with a sentence at this time, and I was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"I didn't mean to." The young master sighed lightly and said, his words sincere. Moreover, the moment he turned around, the girl was fascinated by a bowl of tea, and at that moment he saw her quiet face and eyes as clear as autumn water, which only made people feel quiet as a virgin and out of the ordinary.

After a while, Xiao She'er had already opened the verdant tassel soft curtain strung into a green bamboo pattern, entered the inner room of the study, sorted out a little and came out, and vented her mood a little, and felt that it was rude for her to cry for no reason, and when she poured tea again, her face had changed to a harmonious color.

The young master watched her pour tea, stopped reading, and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Little She'er."

"Is this what my wife took it?" The young master expected that this was sold into the mansion, probably an orphan. Secretly dissatisfied with the fact that his wife chose such a name, she kept mentioning memories of the past. The maids who entered the house all had other names, such as the wife's own cloves, butterfly peas, rhododendrons, and lily of the valley.

"This is the name when I entered the house, and I have forgotten what my surname is and what it is called." Xiao She'er is the name that Aunt Wen gave herself in order to make a living.

"How old are you this year?" The young master didn't want to mention the past to make her sad, so he changed his words.

"Thirteen", when he saw the smile in the young master's eyes, he wanted to laugh at his youth, and said busily: "The birthday of the next year is already fourteen." ”

The young master couldn't help laughing, "Very good, very good." Wait for me to think about it and give you a good name, okay? ”

Xiao She'er hurriedly clasped her hands on her chest, deeply blessed. The slave follows the master, and the master beats him if he wants to, and scolds him if he wants to, and if he signs a contract and sells it to the master, it is not wrong to be killed. The young master wanted to give himself a good name, and asked himself if he was good, and Xiao She'er knew that what Lilac said before, "The third young master is the best" is not a lie.

"It's not easy to choose a name, like Fangcao and Luoying, and then make a pair with Luoying's sister's name." Xiao She'er said casually.

Note: Ancient southern celadon kiln, with its base camp in Yuezhou (now Shaoxing). The location of the kiln is mainly in Shangyu, Yuyao and other places in present-day Zhejiang Province. The production period is from the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Song Dynasty.