Since Shuangmuzi returned to the house, she has secretly hurt herself, she held the once hot heart, countless times fantasized about Song Jingran's familiar figure, she fantasized about meeting again, whether he is no longer that indifferent, whether he can accept his love, now she no longer dares to think, his tender eyes, deep stinging in her heart, as if to disperse the love in her heart.

She simply covered her head and slept to escape everything, in her dream she saw her long-lost relatives, and returned to the carefree and happy life of her childhood; There are parents who love themselves, brothers and sisters who love them, and brothers and sisters who like them; Suddenly, the sword flashed and blood splattered; The night of the 'Lin Mansion' many years ago appeared in front of me again;

"Daddy don't" Shuangmuzi sat up from the bed violently, the tears on his face dissolved with sweat, and wet the pillow.

"Frost girl, you're fine!" Cui'er, who happened to enter the door, saw that Shuangmuzi was sweating profusely.

"It's okay" Shuang Muzi frowned deeply, the familiar dream has been around for a long time, and it no longer entangles itself, but it has appeared frequently recently.

Suddenly, Song Jingran's affectionate eyes appeared in front of him, and what he looked at was not himself, but his sister, who had doted on him, looked like him, recalling the past, Song Jingran looked at Lin Qinglian's eyes, and suddenly felt how ridiculous he was.

Cui'er saw that Shuang Muzi was distracted, and reminded, "Mother Du has ordered, tonight, King Jin will pre-order the frost girl." ”

"Tonight?" Shuangmuzi looked out of the house inexplicably, she didn't know how long she had been asleep, so she didn't know what time it was.

Cui'er saw that Shuangmuzi was unclear and explained; "Frost Girl doesn't know yet, you've been asleep for two whole days."

Frost Muzi nodded thoughtfully; It turned out that this dream had been haunting him for two days, no wonder it was so real; It's just that the face must always be faced, Du's mother has done her best to herself, if she resists again, I'm afraid it will be more than that, it's as simple as closing the firewood room; In the building, how many women died unjustly because of their stubborn temperament; It's not that I'm afraid of death, it's just that I don't want to die before such an unbearable scene.

It's nearly twilight; Du's mother ordered someone to come and dress up for Shuangmuzi; A set of pink gauze skirts, all kinds of fancy jewelry, high-quality rouge gouache, everything.

"Frost girl, Mother Du instructed" Until the evening, Mother Du ordered Cui'er to come and bring Frost Muzi over, only to see that Cui'er pushed the door open, Ben said half of the words, but was stunned and didn't finish it; "Frost girl, you are" Cui'er came back to her senses, looking at Frost Muzi very uncertainly;

"Let's go......" Frost Kiko got up and walked ahead. Cui'er shook her head and hurried to follow.

Until, in front of the Pear Flower Pavilion, Shuangmuzi took a deep breath and kept reminding herself that she was Shuangmuzi, she was just Shuangmuzi

"Mother Du, Miss Frost is here." Cui'er stepped forward and reported.

"Come in," Du's mother's voice came from inside the room.

Cui'er opened the door, and Frost Muzi walked in; saw that there were still three people in the house, including Song Jingran; Gao Jin is still a beauty; Yan Yongyan embraced the beauty and flirted ambiguously from time to time; Song Jingran gently hugged Yu Zixia, chatting without a word, judging from the expression on his face, it seemed to be very pleasant.

"You" Mother Du was very annoyed when she saw this, she was angry and uncomfortable at this time, so she glanced at Cui'er on the side;

Cui'er understood, and bowed her head with an aggrieved face and didn't dare to look at it again.

Shuangmuzi was not worn, and the items sent by Du's mother were still white clothes, with a simple bun and no decorations; The black hair on the back of the head is scattered, and with the heavy fat powder on the face, it is extremely distinct; It's not ugly, but it's not good-looking, it's just that it makes people feel like they can't say it's unclear.

"Slave, I've seen a few sons." Frost Muzi owes a debt, his face is expressionless, and his eyes are lowered; Only in this way can she be calm, and only in this way can she ignore Song Jingran's words and deeds.

At this time, the people in the house all looked at Shuangmuzi when they heard the sound;

"Mother Du's talent is not good!" Yan Yongyan glanced at Frost Muzi and drank the small wine sent by the beauty; A sarcastic smile on his face.

"What Yan Gongzi said is very true, this frost girl is also handsome on weekdays, but" Du's mother was embarrassed and didn't know how to explain.

"Oh, it's fortunate that you're here, or the slave family still thinks it's the zombies in that tomb and sneaked out!" The woman in Yan Yongyan's arms snorted, and glanced at Shuangmuzi with a mocking expression as she spoke.

When the girls in the room heard this, there was a burst of laughter; Shuangmuzi always lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes hid the charm in her eyes, everything was expected by her, and she didn't care about other people's sarcastic words.

"Lord Wang, although Miss Shuang looks mediocre, but her voice and piano skills are very beautiful, why don't you present a song here, how about helping a few masters?" Although Du's mother was dissatisfied with Shuangmuzi, she saw that Shuangmuzi was ridiculed by the woman in the Smoke Pavilion, so she was the one who helped her.

"If it's really as Du's mother said, it will be rewarded again." Although Gao Jin looked playful, he still glanced at Shuangmuzi from time to time; For her indifference and calmness, he was not the only one who was curious, Song Jingran also cared a little about it, but it was only an instantaneous consciousness.

Hearing Du's mother's words, Shuang Muzi then owed a debt and walked to the music room inside. The jade fingers caress the strings; The sound of the piano sounded leisurely, sometimes euphemistic, sometimes smooth; With the sound of the piano; Thin lips slightly opened, only listening;

"The green building is beautiful, and the woman is wearing heavy makeup;

Every day is like this, and there is also a look;

If it is in front of men, it is more reserved;

Don't be superficial;

Perhaps the moment the beauty passes, sadness and loss will emerge;

How many red faces are pitiful, and there are some things to try to let go;

The first appearance, the most reluctance to discover;

The expectation of fantasy is only sorrowful;

Swing and dance;

Secretly crossing Chen Cang is wonderful. ”