Shen Anyan thought it was something to say, but it was just these words that were chewed over and over again.

She was not angry, but put the bead box in a more conspicuous place, stepped over and took another plain silver hairpin, rubbed it for a moment, put it on the bun, and then turned her head to look at Hong Qian, "Do I look good wearing this?" ”

Hong Qian didn't know the meaning of his hairpin, but she just hyped it conventionally, "Sister looks good in anything." ”

Shen Anyan turned his head to look at the bronze mirror, the flat and stretched eyebrows, on the thick and smooth green silk, the hairpin ring beads scratched his head, but it was still not as dazzling as this shallow silver light.

It was this kind of perception that made Shen Anyan chuckle alone when he looked at it.

Seeing her like this, Hong Qian couldn't help but be puzzled, and gritted her teeth with a rattle.

"Sister, don't you feel angry? Those people said it so ugly! ”

Shen Anyan saw that she was angry, her face was full of depression, she sipped tea and smiled, "What is so angry?" It's just an irrelevant person, so why bother to block your heart because of the words of others? ”

When Qingling came in with a large stack of account books, she saw Shen Anyan smiling at the window, her white face was shrouded in light and shadow, and it was clearly visible that the eyelashes were fluttering like butterfly wings, fluttering, and she was about to pounce into people's hearts.

She was slightly stunned, and her heart said that Sister was getting better and better-looking, but she smiled slowly on her face, "Sister, please take a look at the accounts sent by the proprietor in the front yard." ”

Shen Anyan ordered Qingling to put it on the bookcase, but she couldn't put it down by herself stroking the silver hairpin.

When Bian Niang saw her like this, she whimpered in her heart.

A good young lady, usually not touching the spring water, drawing small letters, embroidering patterns, practicing playing the piano, tired is tired, but it is inevitable that there is a girl's naïve.

But now that the status is rising, the daily account books and important things are sent to Bibo Courtyard like flowing water, and her sister is stable and reserved at the same time, but she is less agile.

The most obvious is these clothes.

Dressed so plainly, who will take a few more glances when you go out?

Bian Niang still doesn't know the current relationship between Shen Anyan and Shen Qiyuan, but she just thinks that her sister's age is suitable for talking about marriage, and she has to pick a time to send her sister's birthday to the Dijian Nunnery to push it, push a rich and noble life, and then ask the old lady to help say goodbye, so as not to worry about the second master all day long and miss the major event in her life.

Thinking like this, Bian Niang muttered, "When the slave went to the office, I heard that Feng Niang had found a tailor to measure the size at home, and it seemed that she was going to make a few new clothes." ”

Speaking of which, Bian Niang paused, looked at the light blue skirt on Shen Anyan's body, and shook her head, "Sister, you should also make a few pieces, you look so good, you are still young, what do you always do so quietly?" ”

Shen Anyan flipped through the account books with one hand, grabbed the pen in the other, and replied without raising his head: "Why am I wearing such wealth?" Not to mention that it is not suitable to wear such pretentious clothes at this time, even my facial features are not suitable for such a neat appearance. ”

Bian Niang said how could she approach her and persuade: "Sister, as the old saying goes, the tongue is fleshy, the fact is iron, sister is filial piety or not, how can you take these things to see if you respect the lord or not, and besides, sister, you are born white and tender, a beauty like glass, what kind of clothes are you afraid to wear?" ”

Bian Niang used her elbow to support the stunned Qingling and Hongqian on the side, "You say, don't you?" ”

Qingling and Hongqian nodded busily.

Shen Anyan breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Now that Shenhou Mansion seems to be prosperous, in fact, it has long been empty inside, and Aunt Gu's dowry can only make up for a gap at most, and she doesn't live with her belt tight, I'm afraid that the mansion will collapse in the future, and you won't have a place to cry." ”

Bian Niang clapped her hands and said, "What's so difficult about this?" The slave knows that there are several new satins stored in the warehouse, which are the offerings of those officials from outside the province and the second master and the master during the Dragon Boat Festival this year, and the sister can pick and choose........"

"No, no," Shen Anyan shook her head irritably, looking up from the pile of account books as high as a mountain, "Bian Niang, don't persuade me, I don't want to wear it, and I don't want to fix that, it's both troublesome and delaying." ”

Bian Niang didn't give up, and wanted to say more, but Shen Anyan said: "Bian Niang, go out first, I still have to read the account books." ”

Bian Niang lamented a pity, "Sister, if you don't wear it, I'm afraid that these materials will be divided by Aunt Gu and them." ”

Bian Niang's words became a prophecy, and these materials were only placed in the warehouse for half a day, and they were taken away by the Gu family for a reason.

When Shen Anyan knew about this, it was already the next evening, she leaned against the pavilion pillars and hugged the corners, looking up at the dome, and the sultry moonlight reflected the courtyard in a hazy dream.

Then I saw that Bian Niang was distressed and looked like, 'You see I said it well', and her heart seemed to have pressed down a stone, heavy, and not unable to breathe.

Shen Anyan had no choice but to bow her head and play with the suspended camellia on the cup, and comforted her, "I said no, if I don't want it, what's the pity?" ”

Bian Niang's sentence 'You are of marriageable age' was stalked in her throat, and she rolled before she pressed it down in the lonely night, and then said: "In the past, my sister had no support and suffered a loss, so she only regarded it as a mediator to protect herself. ”

Shen Anyan was stunned, looked past the dancing candle flame and looked directly at Bian Niang's worried face, then lowered her head, and asked herself with the embroidery thread on her body: Is all this for revenge? Or take revenge on someone who has insulted you?

If she had just returned, she might have been.

But now, she has got the most precious, so why bother to fight and trap herself in prison?

Shen Anyan held tea in both hands, as if seeking warmth, but her eyes were clear, she looked up at Bian Niang, and asked, "Bian Niang, why do you want to make yourself such a person you despise because of these people?" That's something I don't want to. ”

After Shen Anyan finished saying this, she smiled more than spring, "Everything in life is unpredictable, why don't you do your best to face the future?" Why bother with the past? Bian Niang, are you right? ”

Bian Niang's gaze fell on Shen Anyan recklessly, seeing that her face was still calm and soft, but her eyes all revealed coldness, just like an old man who had seen thousands of sails, and still had a warm core.

Bian Niang was inexplicably touched, only feeling sad, because she understood that the most gentle person in the world is the one who has tasted a hundred hardships.

Only such a person can understand the pain that others cannot understand, and feel the understanding that others cannot agree with.

And such a person is the loneliest existence, because she can't talk about the pain, let alone seek a confidant.

Bian Niang held back her tears, looked at Shen Anyan's hazy silhouette, and blew her nose, "The old slave knows." ”

Shen Anyan nodded, then took the golden scissors and brocade silk and said, "It's about to be the Dragon Boat Festival, Bian Niang, you can help me embroider some sachets together." ”