For the matter of the Blowing Snow Courtyard being difficult to the sky, it is just Miss Shen Er's fluttering words, and the gold content in Miss Shen Er's words is obviously much higher than that of the people in the Blowing Snow Courtyard, after all, the backer behind Miss Shen Er is the second master of the Shen family.

That night, all the firewood and charcoal from the Blowing Snow Courtyard were delivered.

Shen Qinxin did not lose his trust in others.

The problem that had plagued everyone for a long time was finally solved smoothly, and everyone in the hospital was happy.

Some things only understand their importance when they are lost, like the humble firewood that is usually inconspicuous.

There are heroes in the world who are killed by a penny, and naturally there are countless heroic souls folded on a firewood.

And they are not heroic souls, just a group of weak women in a side courtyard.

Women's joys and sorrows are tied to a lifetime or to the worldly things, they may be fragile, but sometimes they can burst out with unimaginable resilience and vitality.

A cluster of flames gradually rose, and a few wisps of mist quickly dissipated into the air.

Liu Lu felt the warm air in the room, smiled and installed a small hand stove and handed it to Shen Qinrou, "It's okay now." She sighed, and couldn't believe it, the problem that bothered them was so easily solved.

Shen Qinxin simply helped them solve this matter, but Liu Lu didn't think that Shen Qinxin had become better or was a good person.

The cold and cold of the deep house compound sometimes even exceeds the cold day when the water drips into ice.

Shen Qinrou silently took the slightly hot hand stove, her face under the veil did not have much expression, and even her eyes were no different from before.

No one could read her expression at the moment.

Is that happy or unhappy?

The heat of the charcoal fire was transmitted through the hand stove to the palm of her hand.

People say that ten fingers are connected to the heart, and it stands to reason that when the hand is warm, shouldn't the heart also be a little warmer?

But no, not at all, the fingertips holding the hand stove stiffened, and Shen Qinrou licked her lips that were too dry with some difficulty.

"It's just a deal." She said.

"What?" Liu Lu didn't understand what she meant.

Shen Qinrou shook her head and did not explain in detail.

The bright eyes clearly reflected the night outside the window.

The night was so dark and so cold, her eyes seemed to turn into a deep pool, humorous and silent, desperate and heartbreaking.

"Willow Green, I had a long nightmare when I was sick." It took her a long time to break the silence of the night, and she looked back at Willow Green with such sincerity in her eyes.

Liu Lu, who looked at it with that kind of affirmative and serious eyes, was a little stunned, "Miss, a nightmare is just a nightmare." ”

Liu Lu replied seemingly indifferently, and no one saw that the fine hair of her vest was already stained with a layer of fine sweat.

Nightmares are not a good thing, she doesn't want to hear it, and it's normal that she doesn't want to face it, Liu Lu comforted herself with this, and there are deeper reasons why she instinctively refuses to think about it.

She didn't want to remember that Shen Qinrou had appeared in her nightmare, and she was dead!

The night breeze ruffled her hair, a few strands of hair fell from her head, and the messy hairstyle made Liu Lu look extraordinarily wolf, she resisted the urge to reach out and cover her ears, and looked at him left and right, "Miss, as long as my aunt regains her grace, our hospital will have a better life in the future." ”

"Really?" Shen Qinrou undeniably clenched the window, and her slender phalanges were faintly pale.

As a person who has been with Shen Qinrou for a long time, Liu Lu noticed that Shen Qinrou was wrong today, but she didn't want to explore it.

As for the reason, quite simply, she was afraid.

People are always afraid of the unknown.

Like those emperors who don't ask the common people about ghosts and gods.

They have already seen the common people, and they can roughly describe the appearance of the common people, but what about the ghosts and gods? They didn't see it, curious and terrified.

Liu Lu is different from them, she is just a little girl, she is not curious, she is only afraid.

She knows very well, and it is estimated that Mother Li also knew before she died, that Miss has changed.

Miss is not like the previous miss.

Miss may not be a miss.

This topic carried Yan Sù's horror, and a few of them were reluctant to delve into it, and she vaguely hoped that Shen Qinxin would end this topic soon, and not even mention it again.

"Really?"

Liu Lu's voice suddenly trembled a little, "Naturally, yes." ”

Shen Qinrou didn't talk about her nightmare again, and she didn't force Liu Lu to face it with her.

There are too many unbelievable things in this world, not to mention Liu Lu, even she can't believe it.

She thought it was just a nightmare, and it was okay to have a nightmare, but when the nightmare happened in front of her eyes, it was different.

Whether you like it or not, reality and facts are sometimes inescapable, and since you can't escape, you have to face them together.

Now it seems that except for Wen Yu, who can calmly accompany her to look at this problem, it seems to be a little too scary for others.

If she could, how much she hoped that Shen Qinxin didn't come here, and Old Lady Shen didn't do those things.

Then, she can tell herself completely and completely.

It doesn't matter, Shen Qinrou, you just had a nightmare, and you woke up from the dream.

Unfortunately, gradually, some things began to roll along the trajectory of the dream, and under the giant wheel, her not very strong heart was completely crushed into powder.

Faintly, she still has some expectations, because the people who are dead in the dream are still alive, so what's the matter? Shen Qinrou suddenly couldn't tell whether she hadn't fully woken up in her dream, maybe like Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, whether she was Zhuang Sheng or the butterfly in her dream.

The air in late autumn is a little dry, like a cracked pond stone by the pond.

Xi'er's love is a little abnormal, why is she abnormal, because she is listlessly staring at a plate of pastries, which is not the pastry next to her, it is her usual favorite sesame cake.

Que'er seemed to see her depressed mood, and it was rare that she didn't say anything to hit her, but she didn't say anything to comfort her.

The maid had already eaten breakfast in twos and threes, and Que'er had already finished her errand, and when she returned to the house, it was already half an hour.

It was still dark, and the sun hid in the thick clouds, refusing to show its traces.

Xi'er still maintained the posture she had when she went out, and the pastries on the plate were not less than half a piece, Que'er frowned, and took the plate of sesame cake away from Xi'er's eyes, but Xi'er still didn't react.

Magpie began to realize the gravity of the event.

In the past, she dared to reach out to Xi'er's plate, and that girl was definitely unyielding.

"Hey, wake up." Que'er poked Xi'er's head with her hand, clumsily and bluntly expressing her concern at the moment.

Xi'er came back to her senses in a trance and looked at Que'er, her eyes were red, and there was a teardrop hanging on her eyelashes, which flashed under the reflection of the candle flame.

"Magpie." Xi'er's mouth was deflated, and she was about to howl when she opened her mouth, but her two hands had already stretched out.

Que'er took a step back with some disgust, took a piece of plain silk and handed it to her, "Wipe your face, and snot." ”

"How can people be in the mood." As soon as Xi'er's nose twitched, a few bean-sized tears rolled down, and she took the handkerchief handed by Que'er and rubbed it on her nose a few times.

"Magpie." Xi'er stretched her tone, and her tone was like a play on the stage.

Que'er looked at the soiled Supa and frowned, "I have something to say." ”

It's okay that Que'er didn't mention it, but when she heard Que'er mention it, Xi'er's tears fell like a pearl with a broken thread, and she said with tears in her eyes: "Look at the death of Gou Pozi at the gate of our courtyard." ”

"Who?"

"It's the old lady Gou who is very kind and loves children."

"What are you sad about when she dies, you know her very well?"

"She often brought me pastries."

"Are you sad that you will never be able to eat Gou Pozi's pastries again, or are you sad about her death?"

Xi'er didn't understand, and looked at Que'er with teary eyes, looking dumbfounded.

Que'er rarely patiently explained to her, "If you are sad about the death of Gou Pozi, then there is no need, everyone will die, and it seems a little stupid to be sad about something that will definitely happen." ”

Is Magpie calling her stupid? Xi'er is a little unsure, although she is not very smart, but she is confident that she is definitely not a fool.

"If you are sad that you can't eat Gou Pozi's pastries, then it's even more needless, if you directly give the pastries to Gou Pozi, then it becomes Gou Pozi's pastries, and if you take them to eat, it's the same as Gou Pozi taking pastries for you to eat."

Xi'er swallowed her saliva with a grunt, and suddenly felt that she was not so sad, but her back was a little cold.

Gou Pozi is not a big person, just a lonely widow old man with no relatives and no reason, everyone's image of her is actually very bland, I only remember that she looks a little dark and thin, she is a secluded and does not like to talk to the old man, and she is over fifty years old this year, and her body is not tough, it is normal to live to this age naturally, she is not a special character, her death did not even attract anyone's attention, she went quietly in the middle of the night, The concierge who went to change shifts with her early in the morning found out about this matter and immediately reported it, the Shen Mansion has its own set of rules for dealing with these things, and her posthumous affairs were completed simply and low-key.

If it weren't for the fact that she often brought pastries to Xi'er, maybe Xi'er wouldn't have remembered her at all, and if she wasn't from Fuxue Courtyard, Liu Lu wouldn't even report the news of Gou Pozi's death.

An ordinary and ordinary person, a normal and normal thing, but Shen Qinrou accidentally broke the most expensive blue and white porcelain vase in her room.