Chapter 25 Frost was dragged all the way by Aunt Mei, and her reluctant look made people below the attic can't help but talk about it.

"Is there a new Oiran in the world? It's no worse than the purple girl! ”

"yes, I don't know which pavilion it is?"

"Hey, I heard that there is no one in the Enchanting Pavilion to serve as an Oiran so far, do you think it will be?"

"It's impossible, besides, no one has joined the Intoxication Pavilion for a long time, and it has long been regarded as a real existence."

"Then why don't you tear it down? It's not an auspicious flower, and there is a pot of black mandala outside the door all the time, and the house is not lit all year round, which is terrible to look at. ”

"That's it." The people below are still discussing, guessing all the twenty-four pavilions in the Fanghua world, and they haven't said why, after all, in addition to the Intoxicating Pavilion in the Fanghua world, there are already Oiran.

But these discussions were listened to by Frost word for word. It is inevitable that there is some sentimentality in my heart: there were only me and my mother in the Intoxication Pavilion back then.

After my mother left, if I hadn't been taken away by the owner, maybe I would really have become the Oiran of the Intoxicating Pavilion.

Aunt Mei glanced back, and she also had some understanding in her heart, but she didn't react. walked to a door before he spoke: "Xiaoshuang, what's wrong?" If you go any further, you're going to go to your sister's house. After finishing speaking, he hid his face with his sleeve and chuckled a few times.

Frost came back to his senses, and when he looked up, he had already arrived at the 'Incense Soul Pavilion' and looked at the red jasmine wood carving placed outside the door.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. Looking at Aunt Mei who was still smiling, she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat again. I still have some doubts in my heart: Aunt Mei's temperament, shouldn't it be more suitable for the Wandering Pavilion and the Poppy Pavilion?

How could it be the Soul Pavilion? But before he could finish thinking, Aunt Mei had already dragged him into the door. After instructing the maid to turn over the sign outside, she whispered to one person for a while before driving everyone out.

He pushed the frost again to make him sit down, and he went to make tea first. When Hanshuang was thinking about whether to escape from the window, Aunt Mei spoke first: "Something happened to your master, right?" Hearing this, Hanshuang was shocked, and couldn't help but wonder: How could Aunt Mei know?

But his face remained indifferent: "Aunt Mei is joking." ”

"Heh, okay, good, what Xiaoshuang says is what it is." walked out with a smile on his face, with a few plates of delicately made snacks and a pot of fragrant tea on the tray in his hand, and hurriedly said after putting it down: "Come on, come on, try it, and see if Aunt Mei's craftsmanship has regressed?" Hanshuang looked down, it was indeed what he liked to eat, but the method was simple, and Aunt Mei also loved to eat, so it was normal to keep some on hand, but this purple potato yam cake.

Who in the world doesn't know that Aunt Mei doesn't like to eat yams the most, and it takes some time to make this pastry.

I picked up a piece and looked at the small and delicate pastry in my hand, which was divided into three layers, the upper and lower layers were dark purple, and the middle layer was white, and a delicate mold was used.

After taking a bite, I felt that the taste had not changed much, and it definitely did not sit for a long time, but it was not just done.

But it will only be a moment since she came to Fanghua World, and even if Aunt Mei is fast, she can't finish it. Unless, she knew she was coming?

Thinking of this, I can't help but be a little vigilant. However, Aunt Mei grew up with her mother, so she will never harm me.

But that person in this Fanghua world doesn't have a background, a position, and most of his identities are forged, so, Aunt Mei?

"How? Is it delicious? A sentence broke the deep thinking of the frost, and when he raised his eyes. Aunt Mei is long gone, the laughing look she had not long ago, but she looked at herself with a smile and a loving face, but there was sadness in her eyes that could not be hidden.

"Aunt Mei?" Looking at such a rare and serious Aunt Mei, there was a panic in my heart for no reason, as if something bad was going to happen.

"Little Shuang." Raised his hand and touched Hanshuang's head, there was no intention of teasing just now, but the concern of an elder for his juniors: "How good it would be if you were always seven years old, don't worry about anything." You don't need to stand on any standpoint, how good would it be to just be a carefree child? ”

"People will always grow up." After finishing speaking, Frost also felt a little bitter in his heart, how good it would be if he could really live forever before the age of seven.

"You were very well-behaved and obedient when you were a child." Hanshuang was a little puzzled, why she suddenly changed the topic, but Aunt Mei seemed to be deep in thought, and just said to herself: "Whatever I teach you, you will remember." Is that right? ”

"Yes." Although he was puzzled, he still nodded.

"Well, today Aunt Mei will teach you one last thing, from now on, don't trust anyone but yourself. Remember? The seriousness in his eyes that he had never seen before made Hanshuang a little frightened: Aunt Mei must know something.

"Aunt Mei." was inexplicably frightened, so he couldn't help but grab Aunt Mei's hand. But Aunt Mei grabbed Hanshuang's hand in turn, looked at it carefully, and said to herself: "Such a good-looking hand, if it is only left in Fanghua World to play the qin and flute, how good it would be." "Why is it bloody?

"If you hadn't left back then, how happy you would have been." Why choose the hardest path?

"Why do you want to be like your mother like this?" Never leave yourself a way out.

"I'm old, you're still young. Decades! "How many difficulties do you have to overcome, how many friends do you have to leave, how many hardships do you have to overcome?

"Aunt Mei is really worried about you?" After knowing the truth, how can you survive? Inside the house, one man spoke, and one listened.

Before I knew it, my eyes were red. The two have long been tacit, and today is the last sincere pair, and after a few days, they calculate each other and stand on opposite sides.

"Mother said that you would stay in Fanghua World for one person?"

"Yes, a man who has long since left."

"Then why can't you put it down?"

"Because I don't want to put it down." All my life is for him, life is for him, life is for him, laughter is for him, crying is also for him.

So, if I don't have him and let him go, what will I have left, and what will I do alive?