Before returning home, Yin Su asked if he was worried that because of his marriage, this small courtyard had been taken back and used for other purposes, but fortunately, the old things were still there, and the last bit of security was not all buried.

She rubbed the roll of red silk repeatedly, picked it up and put it down several times, thinking about it and not knowing where to put it. The slightly distracted appearance was seen by Nanzhu, and he couldn't help but come over to take a few looks.

"Miss, what is this?"

"Old things from the past, find a suitable place to put them away, and you won't need them in the future."

Nanzhu only thought it was an ordinary roll of red silk cloth, but when she got closer and cleaned it up, she found that the thin layer of silk cloth was wrapped in a stack of yellowed letter paper. It was raining heavily, and Yin Su asked himself to be drenched in the rain but he had been guarding his heart tightly, so he must be hiding this scroll. The silk cloth was tightly wrapped, and most of the handwriting was not damp except for a few sheets of letter paper that were wet from the corners. Nanzhu didn't know how to appreciate it, but she could see that the handwriting on the paper was delicate and strong, some of them were sprinkled all over the page, and some of them were half-plain words, as if they had been written halfway and then put them aside. She was illiterate, only barely knew a few under the teaching of Yin Suwen, and only after carefully examining those words did she recognize one as the "Heart Sutra" and the other as "Love", and the others could not be recognized.

The rain slowed down, the wind picked up again, and a drizzle drifted in through the closed windows. Yin Su asked a sneeze, as if someone was thinking about her.

Nanzhu handed her the cloak, but the letter paper in her hand was not put down, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

"Did you write it all from Miss, it's so beautiful."

"It's not."

"Huh. Why is there a painting on it? ”

Nanzhu picked up a few pages to read, and soon found that there were several places on the letter paper with animal patterns such as rabbits and deer. She called it cute, and joked that there would be no one else except Yin Suwen for such an interesting painting.

Yin Suwen tightened his shirt, watched Nanzhu carefully fold and put away all the stationery, and then rubbed his eyebrows a little tiredly. Nanzhu asked, she only replied softly "no", but did not say who the real owner of these handwritings was.

Those letterheads were all used by Xin Che to write Buddhist scriptures silently on weekdays, and the words and sentences were all handwritten by him, so Yin Suwen quietly saved them and was extra precious. The length of time in the valley is short, and she always accompanies her when she writes. Sometimes the ink is fragrant. Sometimes he pours tea and water, but more often he just quietly frozes beside him, peeking at his handsome side face by the light of a candle or moonlight. Her eyebrows, his eyes, his slender knuckles, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, she remembered.

In retrospect. It was the best time in a long time. He used to hold a pen with his left hand. When he writes that he has a relative, he can't help but speak softly, and Yin Suwen deliberately whispers to him, and he will turn around and laugh at her. The two of them laughed for a moment. Sometimes, when he had been writing for too long and ignored her, she would deliberately disturb him mischievously, scribbling on the unfinished paper while he was not looking, drawing random patterns of flowers and small animals, and he was never angry.

He said that as long as he can see and let go, no matter how hard he is, he will not feel pain. Why worry about the impermanence of the world, she is trying to do it, what a pity, there will never be such a good time again.

She was distracted, Nanzhu called a few times before she agreed, thinking about the content of the letter just now, but she secretly scolded herself in her heart for not being careful enough, and only then did she realize that it should be the handwriting of the master who was Xinche.

When Yin Suwen and Xinche in the mountains and forests met their eyes, Nanzhu finally understood that there should be love between the two, but they didn't have a good ending. At this time, seeing that her young lady cherished several handwritings of that person so much, she felt that the depth of her feelings again, and she wanted to say a few more words to enlighten Yin Suwen but was afraid that she would be sad. Emotional matters, Nanzhu has never experienced it, and has made wrong suggestions, and now she doesn't dare to give advice indiscriminately.

cautiously called Yin Su a few more times, but saw that she had put away her trance-like sadness, and waved at herself with a smile.

"Pearl, come, help me freshen up and dress up."

"Miss, it's going to be dark this day, where are you going to dress up?"

Nanzhu was puzzled, but Yin Suwen looked clear in his heart.

"Just because we don't go out doesn't mean no one will come looking for trouble. Since we have to meet after all, of course it is better to be decent. ”

Yin Suwen was born beautiful, and Yu didn't care much about her daughter's dress, but when she returned home this time, she had to dress up in a hurry, Nanzhu couldn't figure it out for a while, and she didn't ask any more questions, but nodded ignorantly and got busy.

When Yin Su asked when he got married, he didn't take away the big and small items of Yin's mansion, but now he came back and all came in handy. The grate comb wiped the osmanthus oil and pulled the hair, in addition to the hairpin of the simple hairpin, there was also a step shake, after cleaning up, Yin Suwen in the mirror finally swept away the fatigue and had some pink face with the beauty of spring.

Nanzhu looked at her young lady's smile with happiness in her eyes, and recalled carefully, this moment should be the most beautiful appearance she has seen in the past ten years. Thinking selfishly, the so-called post-catastrophe rebirth should be like this.

"Zhu'er, from now on, you will dress up like this."

Nanzhu happily responded "yes", and then put down the Hua Tian in his hand and heard that someone was knocking on the door outside the hospital.

She went out to answer the door in a good mood, but when she came back, she instantly cried and lost her face, and her eyes were even more eager and worried when she looked at Yin Suwen. Yin Su asked and glanced at her, but she was not worried, she made such a big fuss and came in directly through the main door, and it was impossible to continue to live quietly and quietly.

"Okay, don't look sad. Say, who is the first one who wants to see me? ”

"Yes, it's the master, ask the young lady to go to the study immediately."

"My dad?"

Yin Yuan was the first to see her, and Yin Su was still a little surprised when he asked. According to her thoughts, the first person to be angry and unable to sit still after learning that she returned home should be the second room of the Yin family. As for the high-ranking Master Yin, he always looks like he is too lazy to take care of himself, even if he runs away for the first time and returns, he just teaches himself a hard lesson in front of everyone for the face of the family, and he doesn't have any love and distress, but now he has to invite himself to the study to meet alone at the first moment.

"Miss, Zhu'er will go with you!"

Nanzhu looked righteous and awe-inspiring, and was about to go with Yin Suwen to meet Yin Yuan, she was very worried that she, the eldest lady who had survived life and death with great difficulty, would not be able to withstand Master Yin's iron-faced and ruthless rattan sticks and steel whips. Yin Suwen shook his head, gave her a reassuring smile, and forcibly grounded her in the house and did not allow her to follow.

Now, she is not afraid of anything. She had armor that taught her to protect herself and to keep her alive. (To be continued......)

PS: Who's armor and who's weakness?