Man Yan was puzzled at first, and only after a while did he understand that the second master was the father of Eighth Miss Fu Manyou and the son of Aunt Chang's grandmother. The pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info can't help but laugh at himself a little in his heart, the relationship between these characters really needs to be sorted out well when he has time, otherwise it will be too easy to expose flaws. Fortunately, there are people who follow you when you go out, but it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no time to be alone in the future.

Looking up, I saw a courtyard with two rows of bamboo fences protruding from a wooden gate fence more than one step (about five feet) high. White silk hangs on the eaves of the door, and white lanterns fall on both sides. At a glance, the courtyard was lifeless, and there was no maid on duty.

After passing the Moon Cave Gate, there was still no one. Fu Manyan made a gesture and walked in alone, stepping on the bluestone bricks without a sound. Hearing someone talking in the pavilion, she walked behind the rockery.

"Xiu'er, what are you going to do after Madame's seventy-seven is over? There is not a single shadow in our yard, only birds and finches to make nests. ”

"Listen to the old lady's arrangement, where do we have to choose?"

"My mother said to walk around for me to see if I can be transferred to the second room. There are many owners in the second room, and there is more oil and water to live, so that the days can be run. I'm not as good as you, maybe your family can find you a good family, I'm a child of the family, and I can't spend all the time in this courtyard. ”

"There is no other place to have such a good-natured master like us in the courtyard, but it's a pity that the eldest lady's life is not good......"

Fu Manyan didn't plan to listen to it anymore, and he didn't get angry. The master is gone, and the backbone of the subordinate is gone, and it is normal for people to be human. At a glance, the Hehuan Garden in spring should be full of flowers and green willows, but now it looks very desolate. In the huge courtyard, there are a few pear trees standing faintly. Flowers and plants are hard to find, except for the red walls and tiles and clumps of dejected and dried-up plantains, there is not even a bit of color. She took a few steps back onto the bluestone path, then slowed down towards the pavilion.

Before he arrived, a man in a snow-blue shirt ran over to greet him, "Miss Third is well." The other man also came and blessed his body, his expression distorted, and his face was a little pale.

Tsing Yi is Xiu'er. The other one is called Green Willow. Man Yan pretended not to pay attention to her face, just waited for the dust bell to come over, and then asked them to lead the way. In her previous life and present life, she was used to walking behind people.

Hehuan Garden has three gates, an outer fence wooden door, a moon cave door on the wall, and a courtyard gate similar to the other courtyards. Looking at the layout of the yard, you can know the identity and status of the owner. At least on the surface, Zhuo is a valued one.

Entering the inner courtyard, a few verdant plants attracted Manyan's attention. It should have just been sprinkled with water, and the green leaves were stained with crystal droplets, fresh and dripping. There are dozens of small flowers scattered among them, pink and white, yellow, looking like camellias.

Xiu'er took the initiative to step forward, "Third Miss, this is Chamei." After several years, it finally bloomed this year. It's a pity ......" lowered his head before he finished speaking, revealing a little frustration.

"Third Miss, Third Miss, you are finally here." Suddenly, a mother in her forties rushed out, grabbing Fu Manyan's left hand, with a complicated expression, tears in her joy, and a trace of nostalgia in the vicissitudes of life, as if she was looking at others through her.

Fu Manyan didn't know what this woman's surname was, but she must be someone close to Zhuo's side, and what was even more certain was that her eyes were full of desire to talk. It's really sleepy and meets the pillow. She patted the back of the woman's hand soothingly, "Mama, let's go into the house and talk." Everyone else went out for a stroll. ”

Entering the side room, Fu Manyan sat straight on the couch by the window, with a gentle expression. She could sense that the woman didn't think she was a child. "Mamma, but something to say to me?"

The woman was silent, as if she did not know how to speak. Man Yan remembered the skills she had learned in psychology class, and she didn't rush her, turning sideways to look at the interior layout.

Most of the servants in the two and three rooms lived in the inverted seat room or the back cover room, but there were many empty rooms in the large room, and the ear room and the wing room could be used by the servants. For example, this wing room is about the same size as the inner rooms of Aunt He in the second room and Aunt Bai in the third room, but there is no high-quality furniture such as Duobao Pavilion and dresser, only a large cabinet in Aoki's servant's room.

After waiting for half a pillar of incense, there was still silence. The atmosphere was a little stagnant. Fu Manyan frowned, could it be that this grandmother has changed her mind? Soothing, decompressing, then stimulating. She doesn't think she's made a mistake in the whole process, and normally the confidant will let go of his scruples and open up after the stress is reduced. Maybe Mama can't trust her yet, but she's not in a hurry.

Fu Manyan got up and walked to the door, standing outside the door and scanning the surroundings by the way, the scorching sunset seemed to exhaust all its strength to release the last heat, and the red color was extremely warm. A red light hit her, and she was on her back, dressed in a plain skirt, and she stood and hung in a shadow. She lifted the corner of her skirt and glanced back.

At this moment, there was a piercing wind in the hallway, and the crimson glimmer shrouded in Fu Man's smoke seemed to grow thorns due to folds and floating. Mama was shocked. Was she dazzled, how could she see the female fairy on the mural in the temple, her face was blank, and her body was full of elegance, which was too similar to the painting, and her clothes floated gently, as if she was about to fly away. An indescribable awe swelled up in his chest. It wasn't until Manyan took a step that she came back to her senses, her upper body prostrate on the ground, and she knelt down and begged, "Third Miss, don't resent the eldest lady. Don't hold a grudge......"

Fu Manyan's heart was suffocated, and there was a faint pain in his chest. Seeing her sudden change in expression, Mama couldn't stop beating her hands to the ground, crying silently, almost wailing.

"The eldest lady has had too hard in this life, it's not that she doesn't love you, but, but she misses the eldest master too much, and thinks of the magic barrier. Our young lady wants to marry the eldest master. finally got married, and didn't live a comfortable life for a few days. When I was a housekeeper, the second room was eager to stir up trouble every day, and then I never gave birth to a boy, and I was depressed for many years. Later, the eldest master went to Yunzhou, and the young lady washed her face with tears every day, counting the days and looking forward to your father's return, and it was difficult to sleep and eat, but what she was waiting for was bad news. At this point, Mama wiped her face with her hand, stopped crying, regained some calm, and her words became clear.

Fu Manyan motioned for her to get up. , she was still kneeling, but no longer in the posture of throwing herself to the ground, but kneeling on her lap with her body upright. She spoke slowly, with a heavy tone in her voice. "From then on, to be alive is like to be dead, hiding in the house, and not seeing anyone. The young lady would say such things because she was confused. It hurts your heart, and then she doesn't talk anymore. ”

Saying that, she suddenly knelt down to the threshold as if she had just rushed out, staring greedily at Fu Manyan's back, "Third Miss, Miss talked about you before she died, she said that the eldest master's death was not because of your fate, but because the eldest master's own life was not good." It's all fate, it's all fate. ”

Fu Manyan couldn't say anything, in Zhuo's eyes, the original third lady turned out to be a father. Can she cry out for her? No wonder Muyu said before that the third lady rarely went to Hehuan Garden. Don't read the master's life, the father's death in battle, the mother's depression, and the grandmother's care are strung together into a complete plot. In this life, she turned out to be an orphan again. Before he could raise his hand, the tears that had welled up earlier had dried up on his face, and there was no follow-up.

"I don't blame my mother." If she was really the third lady, she really wouldn't resent the Zhuo family. That's just a patient, living in his own sad world and can't get out. But she wasn't sure if the same was true of the original.

"Madame was sober for a while before she went. Ask why you didn't come to see her. If she could hear that, she would be dumbfounded. ”

Man Yan will be so confused, he will be confused for a while, and he doesn't want to listen to this sad story for the time being. Remembering the situation when he first entered the yard, he asked, "What do you plan to do in the future?" ”

"When my wife is past seven or seven, I will go back to my hometown. I have packed all my belongings and the dowry list, and I am waiting for you to come. Although I can go to Liuliyuan, this is Madame's last wish, and I always think that Madame can leave with peace of mind when you come. ”

Man Yan took a deep breath, and really wanted to sigh, the original third lady would never come. "Mama, how about you follow me in the future?"

Mama didn't hesitate at all. "Miss Xie San's grace, the slave must serve well."

Fu Manyan thought for a while, "For the time being, you still live here, take these maids with you, otherwise how will they come to my hospital to do things in the future?" ”

Mama was stunned, and then looked at the third lady's eyes full of admiration, and breathed a sigh of relief in her chest without saying anything, as if she had more strength on her body.

Man Yan entered the courtyard with a cold face, feeling tired. The small body is not yet able to withstand this level of activity. And there was so much information she had absorbed that day, she needed to digest it well.

She had a big question in her head. Why didn't Zhuo see his daughter for the last time? This is not normal at all, and children will usually stay at the bedside until they die. Even if there is hatred in the original body and mind, it will not come to this point. An eight-year-old child can hate so much that he doesn't see his mother for the last time? She couldn't figure it out.