Xie Yiying felt that the direction of the story from the beginning to the present has not been as she expected, she thought at first it was a story of teamwork, promotion and salary increase, but she found a corpse in the kitchen within three days of marrying, and then thought it was a story of four sons who wanted to be emperors, and now she found out that the old man she married wanted to kill his father at all.

whf！

You're kidding me!

Rather than this, let me die in the snowy mountains!

A wave of unevenness, wave after wave, no one can stand this stall!

I sulked from sitting on a chair until Zhou Jin came over and asked her if she wanted to go home.

Xie Yiying has actually been pretending to forget about it, saying goodbye is something that is done only after being a waste of money, and he should leave coolly without caring about anything.

The real reason, of course, is that she was facing her mother at all at this time.

Such a gentle person who loves her so much, knowing that she is going to Liangzhou, and if there is no emperor's edict, she may not be able to come back until death, what will she do?

Xie Yiying felt that she couldn't face it.

But there is still to be faced.

The sound of the carriage rolling on the bluestone slab sounded in the quiet of the night, and after knocking on the door, she unexpectedly found that it was Xie Zheng who opened the door for her.

Seeing her come to the door at this point, Xie Zheng's expression was not surprised, he just turned sideways a little tired to make way for her: "Your mother guessed that you would come back, go and see her." ”

She was familiar with every corner of the Xie family's mansion, and the place where she thought she could walk countless times suddenly became the place where she might step on it for the last time, and Xie Yiying walked a little heavy with every step.

When he arrived at the front of the house and saw the light inside through the window, Xie Yiying raised his hand and touched the door, hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open, and then tried to show a smile to people: "Mother." ”

Sun was not crying as she thought, she sat in the candlelight embroidering clothes, and nodded to her when she heard her voice, "Come and see, do you like this dress." ”

It's like there's no parting, she's just coming back once as usual, and she'll come back countless times in the future.

Xie Yiying sat beside her and gently rested her head on her shoulder: "I like it, the patterns are so beautiful." ”

"You, you can't even make clothes when you're so big," Sun thought in pieces, while biting off the thread, and gently patted Xie Yiying, "Stand up, I'll see if the clothes fit." ”

"I don't want it," Xie Yiying hugged someone's arm and coquettishly, "Oh, let me lean on it." ”

"You lazy boy," Sun laughed angrily, "Don't make trouble, not only this one dress, I still have a few pieces in the box, all of them are made for you, I originally wanted to give them to you when you come back one day, but now ......" She paused, "I don't know when I will make clothes for you next time, and I don't know how big you are." ”

Xie Yiying stood up and turned her back, letting Sun hold the clothes and stick them to her back to compare the size.

"Is it appropriate?"

Sun didn't speak, Xie Yiying turned around, only to find that she was crying.

She stood there holding her clothes, not making a sound, but tears were streaming down her face.

Xie Yiying paused for a moment, and then took out a painting from his arms: "I painted it a few days ago, and I originally wanted to give it to you as a gift for your birthday next month, but now it seems that it will be sent in advance." ”

She unfolded the paper and showed it to Sun.

It depicts a mother holding a fat girl of six or seven years old in her arms, and a tall, thin boy standing next to her, and the three of them seem to be saying something, making the girl smile with two dimples on her face.

There is a poem next to it: Cherry peas divide children, and the spring breeze is another year.

Sun wiped his tears and took the drawing paper, looked at it and smiled: "How could you be so fat when you were a child." ”

"Didn't you?"

Sun's fingers gently touched the face of the little girl on the painting, and then raised his head and stroked Xie Yiying's side face: "Take good care of yourself after you go out." ”

"I will."

Sun looked at her, his eyes were gentle like the morning sun: "In life, the most important thing is to be good to yourself, you child, don't take yourself too lightly." ”

Xie Yiying actually rarely communicates with Sun, let alone says something that will reveal the true meaning of her heart, but even so, she can see her thoughts and feelings from the details.

This is her mother.

When Xie Yiying walked out of the house, Xie Yiyao was standing outside the house, stretching out a finger to tease the little bird hanging on the porch. The golden bird chirped and cooed, flapping its wings and flying around in the cage. He was wearing a gray robe, and the hair in front of him was a little long, slightly covering his eyebrows, and his skin was black and white, and the color was very plain, making him look extraordinarily young.

"Brother," Xie Yiying took two steps forward and gently hugged the person, "In my absence, you have to take care of your father." ”

Xie Yiyao paused, and then he said, "Okay." ”

He has always been a very silent and steady person, and his feelings are not leaked, but he is very good to Xie Yiying.

There is a word called "close as brother and sister", which means that the relationship between brother and sister is integrated into the blood and bones, intimate and inseparable.

He didn't say anything, but Xie Yiying could feel that he was very sad.

It wasn't until he sent Xie Yiying out of the house that he took her hand at the last moment, shook it reluctantly, and then slowly let go.

He gave her a deep look, and the infinite warmth in his eyes was like the last look.

Xie Yiying and Zhou Jin were scheduled to leave at noon, and Xie Yiying took the cat to a restaurant in Beijing in the morning.

The restaurant was closed to the second floor for several days a month.

Because there is a person who often charters the field and sits there by himself.

Today he has waited for the person he is waiting for.

"Yo, thank you." Zhou Zhao raised the teacup and gestured to her.

Xie Yiying sat down across from the person, and then took out a fluffy ball from under his thin coat.

"Not really." Zhou Zhao laughed when he saw it.

Fantasy seemed to recognize him, pouting and sniffing the man's hand before burrowing into his arms.

"I'm leaving, give the cat back to you."

Zhou Zhao hugged the cat, stroked its whiskers one by one, and squinted his eyes comfortably as he looked at the kitten: "You are so ruthless, just pay it back?" I've been raising it for so long, don't you have any feelings? ”

Anyone who studies economics knows that in many models, people who are presupposedly are 100% rational people, excluding emotional factors, and only proceeding from interests.

Xie Yiying rarely does this, but she knows the essence of it.

Cats love it, but if they can't keep it, they shouldn't be taken with them anymore.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Zhou Zhao continued: "How is it raised, the cat is not well-behaved." ”

"How can I say it, it saw a peacock that day," Xie Yiying recalled this incident with a very unbearable expression.

Fantasy meowed in accord, as if he remembered the scene when he almost blew a peacock bald that day. Zhou Zhao laughed all of a sudden. (To be continued.) )