Since Lin Xiuyuan sent the snow back that day, there has been no news for a few days. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but Cang Shizhu still visits every day, and he personally boiled the cold soup and watched the snow for two days, and he was relieved to see that the snow was really fine.

In the afternoon, the sun is just right. Xue Zhao and Min Po are reeling silk in the yard, and the silkworms they raise have already formed cocoons, and the silk reeling is to pull the silk out of the cocoons. The silkworm cocoon is soaked in the hot pot soup, and when the cocoon is slightly loosened, the miscellaneous silk is removed, and the silk is pulled by hand and wound on the silk basket.

When the silkworm spins silk, it does not stop breathing, so a cocoon is a thread from beginning to end, and the Yingying line drawn out is very long. Xue Zhao chose high-quality silkworm cocoons, so the silk she pulled out was evenly thick, white and smooth, and would not break.

Xue Zhao's father is a master of the qin, but he has never been able to exhaust his subtlety in string making. Xue Zhao has been very interested in string making since she was a child, she has studied a lot of ancient books, and wants to make a bunch of "ice strings", Zhang on her father's phoenix tail perch, comforting her father's spirit in the sky.

The ice string has been lost for a long time, and Xue Zhao can only follow the recipe in the ancient book and explore the method of string making little by little. Xue Zhao's father, Yu Qingyuan, has said more than once that the ice string is the most beautiful stunner in the world, transparent as jade and smooth as silk. Holding it in the palm of your hand, it is like a trickle, looking at the sun, as if it is transparent. Xue Zhao has studied a lot of surviving ancient books, including the Northern Song Dynasty string-making method contained in the "Qin Book" in the "Old Collection of the Iron Qin and Bronze Sword Building" and the "Qin Yuan Records", the string-making method of the Southern Song Dynasty copied in the "Ancient Voices" recorded in the "Morning Wind Collection" Yuan Junzhe, and the Ming Dynasty string-making method recorded in the engraved books such as "Fengding Xuanpin", "Silk Tong Chapter, Inner Chapter", "Qinshu Daquan", etc. The process recorded in these books is roughly the same, but the description of some important details is not clear, there are some contradictions in it, and the inconsistency of ancient and modern weights and measures is very difficult to understand.

Xue Zhao lowered her head and carefully drew the threads, once she focused, she turned a blind eye to the other things around her. At this time, I suddenly heard Min Po say to herself, "Although Mr. Lin doesn't come over much on weekdays, every time Miss is in trouble, he always appears in time, which shows that he is also concerned on weekdays." Xue Zhao was originally extremely focused, but when she heard Min Po's words, her hands suddenly tightened, and the silk was actually broken. Xue Zhao put down the cocoon in her hand and said to Min Po, "Mother-in-law, don't talk nonsense. Lin Gongzi was entrusted by others to take care of us, he said it himself. As she spoke, she lowered her head again and said, "In the future, we won't bother him too often, he... He's probably very busy on weekdays. After speaking, Xue Zhao was depressed, her nose seemed to be sour, and a few tears of grievance gently slipped down in her heart.

What happened in the dilapidated farmhouse on the night of the last storm, Xue Zhaozi didn't mention it to anyone. After Lin Xiuyuan stopped showing up in the past few days, she felt that that night was so unreal when she recalled it. Maybe it was such a heavy rainy day, and when he saw her drenched in the rain, he would accidentally feel pity. And when he confirmed that she was safe, he reverted to his previous self, just Lin Xiuyuan, who had to protect her in order to complete another person's deathbed entrustment.

Thinking of this, Xue Zhao felt pain somewhere in her heart that suffocated her, and she remembered the time when she hadn't met Lin Xiuyuan before, and she was simply happy. And when she began to live in one person, the occasional joy seemed to be poison that eroded her heart in his absence. She didn't even know when he had come to live in her heart, whether it was the first time he saw his handsome angular face, or the gentle care after that injury, or the warm embrace in the pouring rain, or what he had said in her ear more than once, "Xuezhao, I'm here, it's okay, I'll take you home." ”

She grabbed a snow-white silkworm cocoon and put it in the palm of her hand, and said word by word, "Daddy, don't worry, Xuezhao will definitely make the best ice strings." ”