"Miss, Prince Hongxuan is leaving." Xiang Yan, who was dressed in an emerald green suit, sent the doctor back, and said a low word when she entered the house. She has no mother since she was a child, and she grew up in a pile of men, practicing martial arts and practicing swords, and she is crawling in pain every day, and she doesn't remember what tears are like. But since she became Miss Miaozhi's bodyguard, she seems to be the same as Her Highness, and her heart, which has become cold as iron, has miraculously become conscious.

Her eyes were still dry and there was not a single tear, but her heart was wrinkled and uncomfortably tight.

Miao Zhi whispered a few words in Aunt Xiu's ear, tidied up the corners of her somewhat messy skirt, and walked to the outer hall. She blessed the man in front of her with a little apology, "Thank you Hongxuan Gongzi for your help today, otherwise Toshiba won't be able to enter the Bachelor's Mansion, I'm afraid it will be difficult to even see the last side of Aunt Xiu." ”

Speaking of this, she was a little uncontrollable, her tone was mixed with a thick nasal voice, and she buried her head slightly unnaturally, really unwilling to let the man in front of her see her gaffe.

"I thought that since the last time Miss gave us the 'glass bottle', we have been real friends." The cold and handsome man's eyes were shining, and he looked fixedly at the top of the woman's black hair.

"Uh," she said, her eyes widened, as if she hadn't expected him to say such a thing, which had always been indifferent and detached.

"Friends, we're friends!" The woman said in a daze, but firmly, that everything that had happened today had caught her off guard.

"Then my friend doesn't need to be so polite, let alone say thank you." Yuan Hongxuan spit out word by word extremely clearly and slowly, as if he wanted to sink this sentence deep into her mind.

"Well, good!" She barely managed to squeeze out a smile, and her red, swollen and clear eyes looked very discordant.

Yuan Hongxuan saw that although she was smiling, the corners of her eyes were still a little wet on her plain white face, as if the rain hit the pear blossoms, with a bit of delicate and delicate posture.

"Don't be too sad, I'll go back." He knew that all the comfort now was not enough to give her an excessive space, although he had a thousand reluctances in his heart, after all, such a pain still needed to be adjusted and healed by herself.

He narrowed his eyes, turned and walked out the door.

When the two of them were sent away, Miao Zhi took the two little girls to the small kitchen, maybe Aunt Xiu would be willing to eat some soft and glutinous porridge! On some slightly cool rainy days, everyone also needs to drink some ginger soup to dispel the cold.

Seeing her come in, Xiang Yan retreated with interest. Miao Zhi gently moved to the side of the bed, she thought that after so long, Aunt Xiu, who was already weak, should also fall asleep.

However, it wasn't like that, Aunt Xiu was waiting for her, "Zhi'er, that son is gone?" Her voice was weak and slow, as if it would take a lot of effort to say a word.

"Well, let's go. Aunt Xiu, why didn't you take a good rest. ”

"Come, come up and lie down with Aunt Xiu for a while, just like when you were a child, when we slept together." Miao Zhi answered, shook the embroidered shoes that were stained with a little mud to the ground, gently passed over the embroidered aunt, and slowly lay down beside her.

"It's good, it's good. Child, Aunt Embroidery's time is running out, let's talk to Aunt Embroidery! She spoke slowly, as if all the pain had dissipated without a trace, and there was a faint satisfaction in her tone in addition to weakness.

Miao Zhi leaned over and hugged Aunt Xiu's neck, just like when she was a child, she always fell asleep in Aunt Xiu's soft and warm arms, "Well, okay, whatever Aunt Xiu says, Zhi'er will listen to anything!" ”

She didn't dare to cry, and said "um" sullenly in Aunt Xiu's neck.

"Aunt Xiu is old and can't accompany you anymore, you have to take good care of yourself. Waiting for your mother to pick you up, soon. Miao Zhi wanted to answer, but Aunt Xiu opened her mouth again in a dull voice, choking back the words in her throat.

"Zhi'er is good, don't speak, listen to Aunt Xiu's words." Aunt Xiu breathed roughly, and said so many words in a row that made her already weak gasp even more frequently.

"Your mother came to me a few days ago when she left, and she left a sachet for you, and I asked Toshiba to help put it away. She also asked me to tell you, be extra careful Ling Shuirong, there is a letter she wrote to you in the sachet, 'Rong Ao Lou' She also arranged a helper for you, you can go to them. ”

Aunt Xiu chattered, but Miao Zhi, who was snuggled up to her, was confused, and simply didn't answer, and the letter might tell her a qiē.

Outside, the rain seemed to have stopped, and only the irregular sound of the rain falling on the eaves could be heard.

Ning Er came in with a bowl of ginger soup with red eyes, rested on the small table next to the bed, and turned around and went out without saying a word. According to her babbling temperament, coming in so quietly must have been instructed by Xiang Yan earlier.

"Aunt Xiu, after talking so much, drink some ginger soup to moisten your throat, and then you can continue after drinking." Miao Zhi got up and put on her embroidered shoes, took the bowl over, and stirred it with a small spoon while blowing.

"Okay, Aunt Xiu drink." The room was quiet, only a strong sense of warmth permeated the small room, it seemed to go back to when she was a child, every time Miao Zhi was sick, Aunt Xiu would coax and trick her to feed her the bitter decoction, and it was also that countless days and nights, she fell asleep in Aunt Xiu's gentle murmur.

A bowl of ginger soup was drunk half of each under the persuasion of Aunt Xiu, and the warmth of the cold body returned, Aunt Xiu really seemed to be unable to speak, her voice became slower and softer, until she was finally drowned in the silent air.

Miao Zhi lay beside Aunt Xiu in a daze and didn't dare to move, she was frightened in her heart, she didn't know if Aunt Xiu was asleep at this time or she had already left herself?

"Aunt Xiu? Aunt Xiu, are you asleep? Miao Zhi asked cautiously, her tone as soft as a soft feather, and she would float far away in one breath.

She was echoed by the dead silence of the room, and she could almost hear the beating of her own drum, but she could not hear the even gasps of the sleeping man.

The slender and white fingers slowly probed Aunt Xiu's snort, and even the fingertips were trembling slightly. Without any fluctuations in breath, Aunt Xiu, gone?

Miao Zhi lay back again, she curled up, her head snuggled up to Aunt Xiu's neck that still had residual warmth, and murmured in a low voice like Aunt Xiu had just settled her: "Aunt Xiu, Zhi'er will be obedient, Aunt Xiu, you have to take good care of yourself over there." In the next life, I want to be Zhi'er's dearest person, don't forget jì, let's talk about it. ”

As she spoke, she could no longer suppress the boundless sadness in her heart, and sobbed, her eyes flooded with tears.

Ning'er, who had been by the door, broke free from the hands that had shackled her, pushed the door in, and howled loudly.

Toshiba came out of the small kitchen with the millet porridge that had just been boiled, and when the miserable cry passed through her ears, the porridge bowl in her hand "snapped" to the ground, and tears were already rolling in her eyes involuntarily.

The sky was still gray, like a big net of depression and sadness, firmly netting the people in the small courtyard, and the rain fell from the sky again, like the tears that left people, it seemed that there was no time to dry up.