Suzhou Creek is glowing with oil paint, and the sun shines brightly on the stone steps of the riverbank.

The water on the riverbank, full of garbage, rippled and shimmered with fat and colorful.

Qingwen, a little girl around seven or eight years old, is fetching water on the edge of the Suzhou Creek.

She put down the big wooden bucket on her burden, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and stood on the bank of the Suzhou River.

As far as the eye can see, at this time, the increasingly open water surface of Suzhou Creek is like my mother's chest before she passed away, breathing in and out, slowly and peacefully.

In Qingwen's ears, the sound of pounding clothes, washing vegetables, lifting water, shaking the oar, gossiping, and the sound of children crying...... It has become a noisy and noisy old tune, which makes people drowsy.

Qingwen was sold into the Suzhou Tingli Pavilion, which was famous for the Great Zhou Kingdom, and it was only half a month.

Qingwen didn't want to think about the hardships she endured during this period. The wounds on his hands and back have not yet healed.

Qingwen only knew that since the theater team went bankrupt due to the fire, she was deceived by her eldest brother into the Tingli Pavilion and signed a deed of sale.

At that time, looking at the back of the eldest brother leaving in a hurry with the silver, Qingwen knew that he was rushing to the pharmacy to grab emergency medicine for his seriously ill father Shang. Qingwen's tears swirled in her eyes, she was so ...... Let her hold back her tears little by little.

From that moment on, Qingwen made up her mind to forget the origin of the eldest daughter of her "Shangjia Opera Troupe", forget the ruthless eldest brother, and even forget her father, who was sluggish and seriously ill.

After half a month, the diligent Qingwen not only won the trust of the bustard of the Listening Oriole Pavilion, but also received praise from the sisters upstairs and downstairs.

"Make a good little promise, serve my sisters, and one day find an opportunity to try to get out of the Oriole Pavilion...... This seems to have become Xiao Qingwen's creed to survive to this day.

Tonight, there will be a visit from the prefect of the Orikan.

Early in the morning, Xiao Qingwen helped the shopkeeper raise the flagpole with three big red characters embroidered on the flagpole.

The flag is waving in the wind, becoming the most charming scenery on the banks of Suzhou Creek.

Under the order of the old bustard, Qingwen climbed on the bamboo chair and hung a golden "Xiyue Mingjian" head plate on the brightest and most eye-catching public notice platform outside the Tingli Pavilion.

Let's listen to the old bustard of the oriole pavilion: This is to pull the big flag to make a tiger skin, and it is being made for the neon dress hall opposite.

"I listen to how bright the top card of the Ori Pavilion is, how big the world is! Hmph, what are you in the Ni Fashion Pavilion?!"

You must know that the popular sister Xiyue is a golden signboard that is hard to find.

At sky-high prices, those crazy bees and butterflies who came to admire it, noisy and shouting, patting silver, carrying mortgages, and forcing each other to die, came here to listen to the oriole pavilion, begging for a chance to see the golden signboard Xiyue.

But no matter how noisy it is, it's no way.

Xiyue, the top brand of the Listening Oriole Pavilion, is really well-known, singing, writing, reading, playing, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, all proficient; It's just that it seems that Xiyue is not born to be competitive and competitive, and her mood is bleak, so she only occasionally meets the various adults arranged by the bustard and has to see.

After carrying the water and sprinkling the courtyard, Xiao Qingwen, who was dressed in a moon-white shirt and black cloth shoes with a linen face, was summoned by Sister Xiyue to wring her face.

Xiyue likes this Zhou Zhouzheng, cool and profitable little girl, and she never forgets to reward Qingwen with a few corners after she supports Qingwen to do this and that.

Qingwen saw that it was noon, and all the sisters in the Listening Oriole Pavilion went to take a nap and rest one after another, waiting for the big drama to start in the evening. So, she tiptoed out the back door of the Oriole Pavilion, stood on the back porch of the Oriole Pavilion, and secretly waved to the boatman on the river.

After a while, a plate of walnuts, puff pastry, and dried dates was brought ashore.

Qingwen paid the corner, she hurriedly poured the plate into the open placket and pocket, turned around and went back to the Oriole Pavilion.

This dried fruit mix is filial piety to the old doctor Mr. Mu who is in charge of the Oriole Pavilion, and Qingwen knows that she can't learn the old man's medical skills in vain. After studying for half a month, I have to show a little bit of etiquette and do some formal disciple etiquette.

"Where are you going?" a roar from the flat ground shook Qingwen's sneaky footsteps.

The bustard's son, Wei Xiaobao, grabbed Qingwen's hair from behind and dragged her back.

Qingwen was dragged to a stumbling position, and the dried fruits in her arms rolled off to the ground immediately.

"Hehe, do you respect Lao Tzu?!" Wei Xiaobao let go of Qingwen, leaned down and picked up snacks on the ground, unable to hide his joy.

"That's right, little brother Wei, it's convenient for my sister. Qingwen not only picked it up herself, but also put the mixed mix she picked up on Wei Xiaobao's clothes.

"What, what's convenient?" Wei Xiaobao took a mouthful of delicious food, and couldn't hide his curiosity, and he didn't forget to continue to ask Qingwen.

"I gave my sister the iron pestle to sharpen the knife and stole it from the back kitchen. Qingwen said.

"Dare to instruct Lao Tzu, what my sister thinks is beautiful...... Okay, okay, my good sister, I'll go now. At first, Wei Xiaobao wanted to stiffen his waist and say "no" to Qingwen. Anyway, at this time, Qingwen's embroidery needle was already against the center of his eyebrows, and Wei Xiaobao immediately agreed.

Qingwen has already made up her mind: "Since you eat me, you have to listen to me." Filial piety is not an old Chinese medicine doctor, and it is also cost-effective to buy you a little overlord. ”

Thinking like this, the ghost of the embroidery needle turned around, broke free from the orchid's fingers and fell, and suddenly plunged into Qingwen's feet, and Qingwen felt pain in her heart. "Oops!", she couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but eat with his mouth full, and watched the "play" vigorously, clapped his hands and said happily: "Hahaha, Sister Qingwen has lost her hooves." I knew that you would give me food so quickly, what else would I have to grab? ”

The embroidery needle that pierced into the ashisanli suddenly pulled out of Qingwen in the painful twisting, however, the embroidery needle didn't really fall to the ground as if it had an idea, but flew up directly from the ashisanli "snort-" all of a sudden, flashing between the sunlight and dust, and heading straight for Qingwen's front door.

Listening to the sound of the wind as thin as a willow trembling, Qingwen turned her face away, and the plum blossom needle swept obliquely over the tip of Qingwen's nose, a leap in the air, and again, pierced into Qingwen's person.

"Ruthless enough!" Qingwen was shocked, she didn't even have time to exclaim, and she didn't dare to come out, she was ruthless, stretched out her palm and a desperate rung, "Rub it-" The small tip of the plum blossom needle suddenly cut into Qingwen's palm as easily as a mud pill.

"Oh yes, hands are connected to the heart," Wei Xiaobao was so surprised that he couldn't care about the excitement when he saw this, and asked distressedly: "Good sister, do you hurt?"