"Sister Huiya, go sit in my room, I have a lot of fun!" Song Wan'er has an inexplicable affection for Hui Ya, watching Hui Ya sitting on the chair dignifiedly, with a sweet smile with anticipation.

"yes, okay." Huiya looked at Song Wan'er's thin face, facing the big eyes that were a little godless but expectant, and there was no way to say if she refused, seeing that her mother did not object, Huiya nodded and said hello.

"Great!" Song Wan'er looked very happy, stepped forward and took Huiya's hand and was about to go out.

"Walk slowly, don't sweat your body, lest you catch a cold!" Mrs. Song looked at her daughter's happiness, and the smile on her face increased.

However, the Song family is such a lone seedling, she is really afraid of falling in her hand, and she is afraid of melting in her mouth, so she is busy letting the four big girls keep up tightly, which is not counting, when she talks to Zheng, her eyes can't stop drifting outward, for fear that there is something wrong with Song Wan'er.

"Makes you laugh." Seeing that Song Wan'er took Huiya's hand and walked away, Mrs. Song seemed to come back to her senses and smiled apologetically at Zheng.

Whether Mrs. Song is a guest or at home, the etiquette is so good that people can give a thumbs up, but that is when Wan'er does not appear. As soon as Wan'er appeared, Mrs. Song immediately became like an old hen guarding her chicks, just like just now, Wan'er had already gone far, and she was still looking at it with her neck stretched, and she couldn't wait to tie Wan'er to her trouser belt.

"We are all mothers, our hearts are the same......" Zheng looked at Mrs. Song worried about her daughter, and hated to take out a heart and love it like that, but she felt as if she had seen herself, so she told Mrs. Song about her feelings after she lost Huiya.

The two mothers who hurt their daughters to the bones, because this topic brought the relationship closer all of a sudden, and you said a word in the house, and I said a word, and the conversation was very good.

Huiya was pulled out of the flower hall for hospitality by Song Wan'er, and walked around the courtyard three times and two. I walked into a small courtyard. There was a large shelf of grapes in the small courtyard, and now it was the time when the branches were luxuriant, and the bunches of grapes were carved with agate as exquisitely clear, bringing different colors to the flower shelves. and a great shade was blocked.

The breeze blows, the leaves rustle, and the swing under the grape trellis sways gently, creating an idyllic view.

"It's beautiful!" Huiya looked at the small courtyard, although there were no precious flowers and plants. There are no curiosities either, but they are extremely delicately arranged, and there is a warm and comfortable feeling everywhere, and it is obvious that there is no lack of effort.

"Does Sister Huiya like my little courtyard? If you like it, come and sit with me often! Song Wan'er heard Hui Ya's heartfelt admiration, and she felt a little proud in her heart, and the smile on her face became bigger, with a faint look of expectation.

"That's good!" Huiya smiled and nodded, reaching out to touch the bunches hanging from the grape trellis, although it was not yet fully ripe. But some of the grapes have already seen a faint purple, which looks exquisite and very beautiful, which makes Huiya's mood suddenly relaxed.

In fact, Zheng and Huiya accepted Mrs. Song's invitation, in addition to the normal communication between wives, they were also selfish. For Zhao Erye, what he is lacking in officialdom now is not knowledge, qualifications, or family wealth, and there is no mentor or friend who can stand up to him, and Lord Song, as the sacrificial wine of the country's eunuch, is exactly the person that Zhao Erye desperately needs.

Therefore, for Zheng and Huiya, if they can rely on the relationship between Mrs. and Miss. shortened the distance between Zhao Erye and Lord Song, so as to borrow strength in his career, which is the most important thing.

Naturally, it cannot be said that this dealing is completely profitable and not distracted. Hui Ya is also extremely sympathetic to the poor Song Wan'er in her previous life, the poor girl who died before the age of fifteen, if she has the ability to pull her out of the abyss of anorexia, Hui Ya is absolutely willing.

"Sister Huiya, what kind of pastime do you have on weekdays?" Song Wan'er sat on the swing. The dappled sunlight fell through the grape leaves, shining on her face, making her little face full of red, and her face was much stronger than when she first entered the house.

"I have to practice with my grandfather at home in the morning, and after I come back from practice, I will accompany my mother to eat and read the accounts, and when I go to night, I will either embroider or make snacks, and after eating in the evening, I will practice the words for an hour before going to bed." Hui Ya talked carefully about her day's arrangement.

"Still practicing?" Song Wan'er's eyes widened, and she felt incredible that Hui Ya wanted to practice, "Is it even the practice of martial arts?" Girls want to practice this too? ”

"Well, it's just to strengthen the body, now it's just running around the martial arts arena a few laps, and then squatting and squatting or something, the sword and sword are not touched." Hui Ya's face turned red, and she felt that she had just said it too quickly, and it was not good to tell all about this martial arts practice, so she thought about making amends.

"Can running strengthen your body?" When Song Wan'er heard this, her eyes lit up, and then she dimmed suddenly, lowered her head and said weakly, "I'm struggling to even walk for a long time now, and I still want to run......"

Seeing Song Wan'er's depressed appearance, Hui Ya couldn't help but hold her little hand, looking at Song Wan'er, who was only one or two years younger than herself, when her thin hand was not as strong as Hui Yun, she only felt a pain in her heart. "Sister Wan'er, you are still young now, so thin, have you seen a doctor? What did the doctor say? ”

The doctor didn't say anything, only said that the young lady was out of harmony with the spleen and stomach, and a lot of decoction was prescribed, but the young lady drank it but did not see the effect for a long time. Either I can't eat it, or I vomit a lot after eating it. Song Wan'er was still immersed in her own sadness and bowed her head silently, and when the maid next to her saw it, she replied boldly.

"But Miss ate the snacks sent by Miss Zhao Er, but she didn't feel bad...... The slave dared to ask Miss Zhao Er to come and see our young lady more, and if the time is convenient, bring some food and snacks. That girl is obviously Mrs. Song's confidant, although she is not confident enough when she speaks, she has no stage fright.

"Pearl!" Song Wan'er's face turned white all of a sudden, and her eyes were filled with tears, and after she called the name of the girl, she looked up at Hui Ya in a little panic, for fear of seeing a detached or indifferent look on her face.

Song Wan'er still had a few friends before, but since she didn't know why she couldn't eat, those friends gradually stopped contacting. Song Wan'er likes Sister Huiya, who she just met, for fear that she will stop paying attention to herself because she doesn't like to eat and is weak.

"What's so difficult about this, Wan'er, when do you want to eat the dim sum meal I made, just ask, let's take care of our bodies, and when we are well-raised, we can go out to play!" Huiya looked at the longing and panic in Song Wan'er's eyes, and couldn't help but hold her hand tightly, comforting her softly.

In her previous life, when she was trapped in the small courtyard on that side, she was also like Song Wan'er who longed not to dislike her reputation and not to dislike her friends who didn't know anything.

"Wan'er, this hairpin is my favorite, I'll give it to you today, and we'll be friends in the future." Huiya took off her favorite squirrel golden hairpin from her head and inserted it on Song Wan'er's head, then took Song Wan'er's hand and said sincerely.

"Good!" When Song Wan'er heard Huiya's words, she only felt that it was like heaven, and her big eyes couldn't help but be full of tears, but she couldn't help but let it fall, nodded heavily and tightened Huiya's hand, and her heart was overjoyed. (To be continued.) )