"Zhuang Zhoumeng butterfly in the past, Zhuang Zhoumeng is a butterfly, lifelike butterfly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info self-metaphor suitable for the will! I don't know how to do it. Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. I don't know if Zhou's dream is a butterfly? Butterfly Dream for the Week? Zhou and butterflies must be separated. This is called materialization. ”

Whether it is Zhuangzi who becomes a butterfly in his dream, or a butterfly who becomes Zhuangzi in a dream. Not only Zhuangzi thinks so, but since that frightening dream, Gillian can't help but wonder how to divide the real and the unreal. Could it be that everything is just a dream of oneself now? Gillian gently closed the "Zhuangzi" in her hand and looked out the window. The morning breeze is gentle, and the autumn rain is abundant. The autumn rain, like a cow's hair like a thin thread, flies lightly with the wind and is like mist.

These days she is almost a little philosopher, and she is about to use what she has learned in her previous life to start thinking about the end of time at the edge of the universe.

Haitang walked in from outside the house and saw Gillian blowing the autumn breeze through the window again. Hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded: "Master Weng, it's autumn, and it's raining again." Be careful to blow the cold and close the window. Gillian looked at her, nodded and didn't answer her, but got down from the Huanghuali carved chair by the window, raised her feet and walked towards the pottery courtyard of the pavilion.

Haitang hurriedly closed the window, and scolded the little maids waiting in the house: "Weng wants to blow the wind, you don't know how to persuade it." The little girls didn't dare to tell the difference, after Haitang scolded them, they knew that they were not there just now, the nurse of the owner of the Weng had already gone home, although the master was small but a serious master, what to do was not something that the little girls could stop. And he said nothing. Hurry up and keep up with Gillian.

Gillian went to the Pavilion Tao Courtyard, and she was on the council. Seeing Gillian coming, he instructed these stewards to go back to the Sun family in the same way.

Someone had already stepped forward to untie Gillian's sable cloak, and a little maid brought a cup of hot drink. Guan Tao stepped forward and touched her forehead with his hand, and was relieved to see that her body temperature was normal. asked her with a smile: "Your brother said that you haven't been out of the house where you have been reading books these days, and you are about to become a little gentleman." Let's have lunch at my mother's place today, right? I also accompany my wife. ”

Gillian nodded slightly, but still didn't speak.

She doesn't like to talk much these days, as if she has returned to the Chen Jiao who sat under the locust tree in the yard of her home every day in her previous life and read a book. Mother cares about her, her brother comes to tease her every day, her father often comes to see her when she sleeps, and Begonia serves her more carefully than usual.

She wanted to laugh like before, coquettish with her mother like that, and mess with her brother like that. But suddenly I felt that I couldn't lift anything, and I couldn't say the words when they came to my mouth. Everything is the same, to do or not to do, to say or not to say, in the end it is all the same.

She has become very negative, her life is a life that can be seen to the end, and there is nothing to look forward to. She almost wants to become Nagato's cold now, and let the dust settle.

She was so quiet that she was scared, and Guantao worked hard to make her happy. But she is no longer like before, laughing when she is satisfied with a little new something.

Guan Tao saw her sitting quietly like this, and asked her not to say anything, nor to ask for anything. Her tears broke down in her eyes. I was afraid that Gillian would see it, so I quickly turned my back and wiped it with an embroidered handkerchief. changed his smiling face before he asked Gillian: "Jiaojiao, you like to eat meat, what is it called meat at noon?" ”

Gillian still didn't speak, she shook her head gently, and didn't say whether she didn't eat or just didn't eat. Guan Tao couldn't help it: "Jiaojiao, why are you unhappy?" Or is it uncomfortable? Chen Wu kept persuading her that the child was unhappy, and the adults should stop forcing her and let her slow down.

No unhappiness, no discomfort.

Gillian wanted to tell her, but her heart was so lazy that she didn't feel too lazy to say a word.

Guan Tao was anxious: "You are talking, you have been talking to you for a few days." If you want to kill me and your father in a hurry, I have to wonder if you have run into an evil spirit, and you are going to ask someone to do something. She said the back, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Guan Tao paused, and thought that she had come back from the family banquet like this, and Begonia also said that she had fallen asleep that night. There are really some children who believe in my heart, and there are also those who can't help but bump into evil spirits. couldn't help but be a little flustered, and choked up: "It's all my fault, you have always been sensible, and I am a careless mother." ”

"Mother, I'm fine."

Gillian heard her own voice, and she seemed to have become another her, standing aside and watching herself talk coldly.

Guan Tao finally cried in front of her daughter, she cried and asked, "Are you okay, why are you okay?" You are like a little old man now, your mother is going to die in a hurry. ”

Her tears fell on Gillian one by one, and Gillian felt sorry for her, and she reached out to wipe her tears. Unconsciously said: "Mother, I'm really fine, I just think it's boring." ”

Guan Tao's face changed suddenly, she stopped crying, and glared at Gillian angrily: "What's the point?" Why is it boring? The whole family loves you and spoils you. My mother gave birth to you in October, and raised you so much little by little, so that you want to live happily and wantonly. Where have you been wronged or unsatisfactory? A child of a few years old knows that it is boring. ”

Happy?

Gillian looked at Guantao, her makeup was crying, her face was so soft, and her eyes were so sad, like her mother who sat on the edge of her bed after every sleep in her previous life. Mom always wanted her to live happily, so she never talked about her illness in front of her, and always told her that she would take her here and there in the future, but there was no future. Mom, after she died, she was also sad like this. How is she now? Did you have another child? Are she and her dad a little happier?

Gillian also cried, remembering that there were no filial parents in her previous life, and looked at the pavilion Tao who was sad for her in front of her. She finally threw herself into Guantao's arms as if she had woken up and was angry, and kept saying sorry. She kept thinking about her sadness, and didn't think about the feelings of her parents and relatives.

After crying, Gillian felt much better, and she was a little embarrassed to look at Guantao again. Guantao didn't ask anyone to wait, he fetched water to clean Gillian's face and re-groomed her. She said while pulling her hair: "Jiaojiao, Buddhism says that you are enchanted from the heart, you are small and smart, and you think a lot. It's good to have cried, how can you say it's not interesting? When the weather was good for two days, our family went on a trip. There are all kinds of birds outside the city: Turbules, egrets, holebirds, birds, chicks, and birds, Gillian you haven't seen them yet. Some birds have emerald green crowns, and some have purple neck feathers. The raw ones are very beautiful, and the voices are graceful and pleasant. The river is clear, and there are many trees by the river, and some of the trees can't be named. The branches of these trees swayed in the wind, either hidden or visible. Gillian, do you think it's good? ”

After Guan Tao tied her hair, he inserted hair accessories for her: "Jiaojiao, there are too many interesting things to live." Whenever I was tired and didn't want to speak, I went back to the house and saw the three of you brothers and sisters. I just feel that the good ones can't be better. ”

Yes, spring flowers, summer wind, autumn rain, winter snow. It's all worth remembering.

Listening to the sound of the rain hitting the plantain on a rainy night, the heart is quiet as if the world is gentle with you.

Wake up in the morning and drink a bowl of steaming lamb soup sprinkled with chopped green onions.

In the long afternoon, I sat in front of the incense burning desk and played a deer chirping.

Mother's gentle hands before going to bed.

These are all earthly bliss.

Gillian looked at her mother in the bronze mirror, feeling warm and guilty. I have the best cards now, even if it's Kanaya Zangjiao? She and Liu Yu's childhood sweetheart grew up together without guessing, she is not the arrogant and willful Gillian in history, and she will not let the Chen family become a relative who begs for retribution.

The reliving of this life was originally a gift from God.

And why not live well?

"The belly of the calf is the belly of the calf, and the vegetable is bamboo shoots." She read it softly and said to her mother with a smile, "I read the Seven Hairs by the Maiyana, and he said that this is also the most beautiful thing in the world. I'd like to try it too. ”

Guan Tao said yes again and again, and ordered someone to go to the kitchen to spread the word.

At noon, Gillian ate the delicious food that was praised by the Meicheng as a delicacy in the world, and the knife work of the Han Dynasty dishes has been more exquisite, and the combination of color, texture, taste, shape and meat and vegetables has begun to be emphasized. The princess specially ordered it again, and the cook made a lot of effort to do it. The tender beef is sliced into very thin slices and stir-fried with bamboo shoots and cattails. The soup with porcini mushrooms and chicken is tender and delicious.

Gillian had a great appetite and ate two bowls of rice in one go.

Guan Tao was even more happy to praise the people in the kitchen, saying that they served well. After eating, Gillian still wants to read a book before sleeping, Guan Tao really thinks that she is worried too much because of her exquisite intelligence, how can she be asked to read it again. Fei pulled her to take a walk in the courtyard, saying that the chrysanthemums in the garden were blooming just right, and they should be enjoyed.

Chrysanthemums have always been noble, and literati love it. Li Bai said: "When the time passes on the chrysanthemum pond, the wine is endless, and the golden flowers are overflowing, and the song is dejected." Zheng Sixiao also praised it: "The flowers do not bloom and a hundred flowers, and the independent hedge is not endless." I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and he once fell into the north wind. ”

Gillian looked at the chrysanthemums blooming all over the garden, red, yellow, white, ink, purple, green, orange, pink, brown, snow green, light green, brilliant, like spring. I just feel that they are very enthusiastic and vibrant. Touching her head helplessly, she thought that maybe her feelings were not enough, and what she thought of at this time was what Qu Yuan said: "The fall of autumn chrysanthemum at night." ”

As soon as she thought of eating, she ran over to Guan Tao, who was picking flowers and preparing hairpins with the maids, and said, "Mother, let's eat chrysanthemum fish at night." ”

Guan Tao couldn't help but smile and pointed to her forehead and said, "I told you to relax and enjoy the flowers, and you want to eat again." Sun joked next to him: "It's good that the owner likes to eat, and the child just has a good appetite, and the slave makes it for the owner at night." ”

For a moment, they all laughed.

Gillian also laughed, and in the laughter, she felt that her mood was very peaceful and relaxed at the moment. No more fear, no more hesitation, no more hesitation, no longer afraid of the result.