Qin Xiaoyi has been a beauty embryo since she was a child, with a melon seed face, a fair face, almond eyes, a small mouth that is not dotted and red, and her body is also very slender, a full classical beauty. However, her beauty has been restrained a lot due to her introverted and shy nature, especially in such an era, women's pursuit of beauty is more and more inclined to the direction of self-confidence and publicity, and in contrast, her beauty has been completely lost.

Her problem is that she is too quiet and too shy, always so quiet, so shy. Every time she appeared in front of everyone, she always seemed to have her head down, her eyebrows lowered, and she hardly dared to raise her eyes to look at people, just like a shy spring flower, trembling slightly on the branches in the wind, so that people could see it, and they were afraid that they would accidentally startle her and make her fall.

She walked head-on, her steps were still slow, she hesitated and lowered her head, Qi bangs covered her forehead, and the tips of a pair of beautiful eyebrows below frowned slightly, as if she was distressed about something, and a little maid behind her had to slow down with her.

Zhao Ying looked at Qin Xiaoyi, but felt that she seemed to be transparent, inconspicuous, and her every move looked strange. I couldn't help but ask in amazement, "Who is she?" ”

Bao Cui replied in a low voice on the side: "Second Miss, this is Miss Qin, Mrs. Qin's only daughter, and the youngest child of the Qin family. She often comes to ask the young lady to learn to draw on weekdays. ”

Although the maid pigeon behind her did carry this drawing board, in fact, Qin Xiaoyi did not come here this time to learn painting, but to see Shangguan Ting.

Zhao Ying nodded suddenly, then frowned again, and muttered, "She looks so quiet." If I were walking on the road, I would never have seen her. ”

Bao Cui was stunned for a moment when she heard this, so she had to smile dryly and said, "Miss Qin is this kind of character, it's too quiet." "This is the truth, for her, this Miss Qin's quietness is simply terrifying, I still remember a family banquet, everyone arrived, just Qin Xiaoyi one, Mrs. Qin sent several people to look for it, up and down to search, but no one was found, and thought she was missing, everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, however, later I found that she was always sitting in the most corner, bowing her head and drawing without saying a word, and she didn't even notice that everyone was looking for her. This kind of silence is not so much quiet, or more so non-existent.

It's like a stuffy gourd. Bao Cui muttered quietly in her heart, if it weren't for Zhilu Dao, she really wouldn't have been able to see that this almost transparent existence of Miss Qin was Madam Qin's daughter, after all, Madam Qin was such a smart woman with reasonable family talents.

Time seems to be dragging on, slowly dragging it over - Qin Xiaoyi walked slowly, clearly not far away, but it made people feel that they had no strength to wait.

Shangguan Ting knew Qin Xiaoyi's temperament, and she couldn't bear it, so she stepped forward quickly, took her arm, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyi! Long time no see! I haven't seen you for two years, and you've grown taller again! ”

Qin Xiaoyi was startled by her sudden closeness, then smiled embarrassedly, lowered her head slightly, like a shy flower on a branch, and said in a voice as thin as a fly: "Sister Ting, you are, you have grown taller again." ”

"Where am I! I'm wearing high heels! She said, lifting the heel of one foot to show her, the pink heel of her heels shining brightly in the sun.

Qin Xiaoyi looked at the pair of high heels, and felt in her heart that they were really beautiful, pink, so cute. She learned to paint, and painted a lot of Western figure paintings, including many pairs of high heels, and every time she painted, she would be stunned for a while, as if something was tickling in her heart, and there was a kind of longing that was always in her heart - if she could, she would like to wear high heels - her eyes fell under the hem of her skirt, the toe of a pair of blue embroidered shoes was shyly exposed outside the skirt, and she was glad that she did not wrap her feet and could wear high heels.

There's still a chance.

She thought, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.