Not to mention that the old lady Lan and the rich mother were talking about Lanxi, here Lanxi went out of Songquan Courtyard and said goodbye to a few sisters, that is, together with the third girl Lan Xiang, they got on the green curtain sedan chair one after the other, and went to the courtyard of the third lady on the west side of Songquan Courtyard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The Qingzheng Hall where the head of the family lives is located on the central axis of the old house of the Lan family, impartial, full of dignity, one left and one right live in the big room and three rooms respectively, Daqing has always been respected in the east, so the big house lives in the east of the Boming Courtyard, the third room lives in the west side of Ning Yuanju, the second room and the fourth room are farther away, the second room is in the southeast of the Buqi Hall, the fourth room is the southwest of the Jiusi Courtyard.

Listening to the names of these hospitals, Bo Ming and Ning Yuan come from the sentence "non-indifferent and unambitious, non-quiet and far-reaching", and not take "the gentleman is not a weapon", and the nine thoughts take the meaning of "the gentleman has nine thoughts", which shows the Lan family style, quiet self-cultivation, thrift to cultivate virtue, the style of a gentleman, and the behavior of a gentleman.

Ning Yuanju is not far from Songquan Courtyard, and the green curtain sedan chair walks on the half-pillar incense and arrives.

Lan Xi and Lan Xiang sisters were led directly into the inner room by the maid, and the third wife, Fu Shi, was crooked on the soft couch under the window to close her eyes and recuperate, but in early autumn, she was covered with a thick blanket, and the thin body of the third lady shrunk into the blanket, and she couldn't even see much bulge, Lan Xi looked at it, and for some reason, she felt a sour nose.

The maid whispered something in the third lady's ear, and saw the third lady sit up quickly, looking straight at Lanxi with a little urgency.

"Ah...... Sister Xi'er...... Cough! ”

The words were not spoken, but there was a series of coughs.

Lan Xi couldn't stay any longer, rushed to the soft couch, and stretched out his hand to follow the back of the third wife. The third lady took another sip of tea, and then she eased up, and the pair of Danfeng eyes, which were very similar to Lan Xi, raised her eyes, and looked at Lan Xi sitting beside her, a little hesitant, but a clear joy clearly rose.

"Sister Xi...... And Sister Xiang is also here? ”

"Greetings to Mother!"

Lan Xiang blessed his body, and his tone was soothing.

"It's just raining, it's cold again, and the yard where your sisters live is not close, but I don't need to come here. Besides, if I am sick, how can I get better? ”

"Mother."

Lan Xi hesitated slightly, but still held Fu Shi's hand, even if the hand was covered in a thick blanket, it was not very warm, so thin that it could easily be touched by the bones, Lan Xi only felt that his heart was sour, and the next moment, he comforted himself, at least ...... At least the mother is still alive. Fu Shi was held by her, a little stiff, and even looked at Lanxi in disbelief.

"My third sister and I ate in my grandmother's yard, and my grandmother specially asked the kitchen to make us steamed cheese with sugar, which is delicious!"

Being looked at like that by her mother, Lan Xi only felt that she had mixed feelings in her heart, and twitched her somewhat sour nose, but it pulled Fu Shi tighter and pretended to be happy.

Lan Xiang only smiled slightly on the side, and did not make a sound, just like on weekdays, he played a dispensable role like a shadow.

"That's your grandmother who loves you!"

After such a while, Fu Shi seemed to feel Lan Xi's closeness, and his astonishment slowly receded, but he was really happy, and then stretched out his other hand to hold Lan Xi.

"Why did you come up with it today? But good? ”

Listening to Lan Xiying's voice, he smiled and bent his eyes in a good mood, but he didn't ignore Lan Xiang.

"What about Sister Xiang? Have you practiced female red needles well recently? Shen Niangzi will be back in a few days, but don't leave your homework behind. "Shen Niangzi, is the teacher of Lan's women's school, in charge of the affairs of boudoir learning, but also teaches poetry, calligraphy and painting, a few days ago, I returned to my hometown after leave, and I will return in a few days. As for the female red needle her, it is another teacher, Yan's mother, a disciple of the famous Jinzhou embroidery master Chen.

After talking like this for a while, Lan Xiang got up and said goodbye, thinking about it, but he was also a transparent person, and he wanted the mother and daughter to talk about themselves for a while.

The biological mother of the three girls is the third wife's dowry, when the third wife is pregnant, she opened her face to serve in the room, until the third lady gave birth to the eldest son, then stopped her child-avoiding soup, after half a year, she had a body, and gave birth to a daughter after being pregnant in October, and carried her aunt, and the child she gave birth to is naturally the current three girls. The third girl and her aunt are accustomed to advancing and retreating, and the third lady will not embarrass her.

"Sister Xiang, let's go back first! Your aunt has just been gone for a while, it's cold this day, and her headache is a little offended, you pay attention, if you don't get good with the old prescriptions, you have to ask the doctor to take a look! ”

Lan Xiang naturally expressed his gratitude again, and then retreated.

"Mother-"

As soon as Lan Xiang left, Lan Xi threw herself into Fu's arms like a milk swallow returning to her nest, calling "mother" instead of her mother, which made Fu a little at a loss for a while.

Just listening to the long-lost "mother", Fu Shi suddenly wet his eyes, how long has it been? How long has it been since I heard my eldest daughter call her like this? For a while, it was difficult to be sour, but it was so soft that it was a mess, and the slightly trembling hand stroked Lanxi's sideburns, and a thousand words could only be stalked.

"A-Qing—"

Aqing! This sound, like a key to unlock the lock of memory, made Lan Xi burst into tears. Isn't it? Her nickname is Ah Qing. This name, in my impression, has only been called by my father, mother, and two brothers, but I forgot when she no longer called her mother "mother", and her mother no longer called her "Aqing"!

"Why are you crying? Aqing, good! Aqing, don't cry! ”

Fu persuaded incoherently, raised his hand to wipe Lanxi's tears, but he couldn't wipe them clean, persuaded and persuaded, he couldn't cry himself, and he had his own heartaches, but he was most connected to the hearts of mother and daughter, so he hugged his head and cried heartily.

No one bothered, I don't know how long I cried, the crying gradually subsided, only a few choked sounds, one after another, but I felt that the depression in my heart had also diluted a lot with tears.

"Madam, girl! Wash your face! ”

Mother Lin didn't know when she had quietly stood on the edge of the soft couch, holding a basin of warm water in her hand. After the third lady nodded, she put down the water and twisted the cloth towel herself, but the third lady took it by herself, wiped her face for Lan Xi first, and a soft and loving smile curved on her mouth.

"Look at you, crying like a little cat!"

The love in that tone, Lan Xi heard it clearly, and only felt that it was like the warmth of another world overflowing his heart, and it was about to burst his entire chest. She was wiped by Fu Shi for her, but her mind was already racing.

Over the years, she had gradually blurred the image of her mother in her mind, and even avoided thinking of her. Because every time I think of my mother, those complicated emotions twist my heart, but to this day, those residual feelings make her understand that no matter how complicated it is, there is one thing that is pure, that is, love.

Lan Xi loves her mother, and at this moment, Lan Xi is really glad that she has lived again, and she can still have time to reunite with her mother.

If this is God, it is also a compensation for himself, and it is also a compensation for Fu. Then, she must grasp this warmth and fight to protect it.

But...... But where do you start?

Lan Xi struggled to find in the chaos of memories, trying to grasp the frightened, sad, nightmarish fragments, how did everything start?

"Mother-"

A soft and immature call sounded, and a petite figure rushed into the room, and when it met Lan Xi's eyes, her eyes widened in horror, and she bit her lip to stop the scream.