Xie Jinci washed the dishes and chopsticks, found a thin-necked flat round copper kettle with a chrysanthemum petal pattern, watered the pot of emerald plants on the stone steps outside the house, and moved the pot to the sun.

After finishing all this work, she went into the house again to pack up the young man's changed clothes, dragged a wooden basin and squatted in the yard to wash it.

There was a square pond behind the kitchen, and it was from there that she fetched water.

Shen Changfeng always sat crookedly on the railing of the corridor, one leg bent, one leg naturally hung down, holding a book in his hand, seemingly studying, but his eyes glanced at the little girl from time to time.

A girl of seven or eight years old, with two bare buds, squatted in front of the wooden basin, and looked a little smaller than the wooden basin.

It's really lovely.

I saw her roll up her sleeves, take off the jade bracelet on her wrist, and carefully put it into her arms, so she dared to put her little hand into the water.

On an October day, although the sun is shining, the pond water is cold and biting.

The little girl's thin white hands soon turned red from the cold.

She slurry and washed her clothes awkwardly, splashing repeatedly, and her clothes were washed slowly, not to mention that even the hem of her own skirt was wet.

The boy narrowed his peach blossom eyes, lazily threw the book in his hand, jumped off the railing, and walked over to her and stood still.

"Look at the water stains on my sister's body, I don't know, I thought my sister was washing her clothes."

A young man with red lips and white teeth, his slender figure stands in the sun, and his voice is as warm as wine.

Xie Jinci glanced at him and continued to do his laundry.

She washed very seriously, but this was the first time, and there was always some hands.

Shen Changfeng saw that she didn't agree, so he simply squatted down beside her, "Look at my sister's hands, they are all frozen red, tsk, it's really distressing." ”

Xie Jinci picked up the wooden basin with difficulty and walked towards the pond, "If the little brother really feels sorry for me, he will say a few cool words." ”

The young man smiled and followed her, "Little words say that, I'm going to be sad." Thanks to me, I'm going to tell you that the clothes in the courtyard can be sent to the Huanluo Courtyard in the south, where a woman who specializes in laundry is hired. ”

"Little brother!"

The little girl paused as she poured water, and raised her moist round eyes to glare at him.

"As I said yesterday, whether it's laundry or cooking, as long as my little brother doesn't let me do anything hurtful, I will do my best! My little brother was kind enough to buy me so that I wouldn't end up in the land of fat powder, and I was very grateful in my heart. Now it's just a matter of washing clothes, I can wash them! ”

Her immature voice, like her eyes, is clean and clear, without a trace of impurities.

However, there is a perseverance and stubbornness that should not be underestimated.

The boy looked at her and hooked his lips.

……

When it was close to noon, someone really brought lunch, but it was not Mother Wu in Shen Changfeng's mouth, but a young girl with a bright face.

The sunlight falling in the courtyard was slightly offset, Xie Jinci was moving the flower pot, and when he saw the person who came dressed as a maidservant, he obediently called "sister".

Nanshuang was sent to serve in Ling Heng Courtyard, she was reluctant, and she had never heard of when Ling Heng Courtyard had such a little girl, Liu frowned, and responded lukewarmly.

Xie Jinci watched her twist her waist and enter the little brother's house, and the fragrant picture of the little brother and Nan Rong hugging suddenly popped up in her mind......

She was slightly distracted, and when she reacted, she quickly bent down and continued to carry the flower pot.

However, the sister just now looks a little similar to Nan Rong.

Not long after, the girl's coquettishness and the bird-like laughter of the oriole wafted out from the half-hidden fan along with the aroma of the meal.

Xie Jinci couldn't help but touch his rumbling belly.

From the time she got up until now, she has been serving her little brother and has never eaten anything.

The little girl went to the kitchen, searched for some ingredients, and began to cook over the fire.

Two quarters of an hour later, she stripped a large bowl of rice from a plate of dishes that were too burnt to see clearly.

It's true that she can cook Yangchun noodles, but she only knows how to cook Yangchun noodles, how can she really cook?

While washing the dishes, she pondered in her heart that she had to ask Fugui for advice when she had free time, how not to fry the vegetables, and how much salt to put in the right place.

After filling her stomach, the laughter and laughter in the little brother's room continued, and she categorically did not go in to disturb her, so she walked around the yard by herself.

The vestibule is vegetated, with a few plum and laurel trees planted in the corner, and next to it is a pear tree, and the stone table and stone bench under the tree are quite elegant.

And the backyard seems to have a hole in the sky.

Lying quietly on the pond behind the kitchen, a curved wooden bridge crosses it, and on the opposite bank is a bamboo forest, the emerald color mixed with the pale golden yellow characteristic of early winter.

Xie Jinci curiously crossed the bridge and walked inside along the winding path.

After the peak loop, the field of vision suddenly opened up, and a two-storey old wooden building stood quietly in front of it.

Xie Jinci gently pushed the door open, and the aroma of calligraphy and ink came to his face.

On the tall Bogu shelf, the books were piled up densely and disorderly, and she looked at them roughly, mostly some historical biographies and poetry collections.

She couldn't reach the upper floor of the Bogu shelf, so she casually pulled out a few poetry books and went up to the second floor lightly.

Upstairs, there are three large bookshelves lined up with a sea of books.

There is a bookcase on the right side, on which the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are complete, but the placement is disorganized.

There is also a low tea table near the window, and several futons are stacked messily around it.

The little girl twisted her thin eyebrows and cleaned up the boy's bookcase, and then came to the window and sat down with the book.

The book, titled "Song of Shang", was gently opened by a small white hand.

The well-behaved girl sat upright on the futon, her round eyes full of seriousness.

……

Wisteria Temple.

The girl with a bright face has a graceful posture, standing on the verandah like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Dong Li came out of the front hall, glared at her, walked quickly to her, lowered his voice and asked, "Is the fourth prince still satisfied with you?" ”

Nanshuang hooked her lips, smiled charmingly, and said coquettishly: "The fourth son was born with a Sven appearance, but he didn't want to be a prodigal in his bones, and when he saw me, he was naturally very satisfied." ”

As she spoke, her eyes tinged with emotion.

Thinking that the fox in front of him was the third son who seduced with this gesture, Dong Li endured the displeasure in his heart and turned his face away in disgust.

"The fourth prince will return to the academy the day after tomorrow, and he will return home in half a month, so you have to hurry."

Nanshuang softly blessed her body, "The slave knows. It's just that the third son is ......"

"Shut up!"

Dong Li scolded sharply, "Since the eldest lady has promised you to be the third prince's roommate, you can only handle the affairs of Ling Heng Courtyard, and ask more, don't blame me for being polite!" ”

She caught a glimpse of Nan Shuang holding several sets of maidservants' dresses in her hands, looking at the size, it was definitely not her own, so she raised her chin and asked, "What is this?" ”

As soon as this was mentioned, Nanshuang became angry.

She said coquettishly: "My sister didn't tell me in advance that there was a seven or eight-year-old girl in Ling Hengyuan. I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup that girl poured into the fourth son, but the son actually asked me to run errands and go to Mother Wu's to get her clothes, my face is bigger than a foot basin! ”

Dong Li Wufang listened to her complaints, and said impatiently: "Xu is a servant girl bought back from outside by the fourth prince, and she is just a child, and she can't set off any storms. ”

……

In the evening, the sky was gray and gloomy.

Xie Jinci woke up slowly, and the warm yellow candle flame was gently reflected in her eyes.

A soft sigh sounded in his ears, and then a voice as warm as wine: "My sister is willing to wake up." ”

The little girl lying on the tea table, like a frightened deer, sat up straight, and stared at the young man who was also sitting on the futon with a little ignorant round eyes.

"Little Brother ......"

She shouted quietly.

Shen Changfeng casually flipped through "Shang Song", "This book is really boring. Is my sister reading a book this afternoon, or is she deliberately running to sleep in this book building in order to be lazy? ”

"I'm not lazy, I'm just ......"

"Sister doesn't have to explain, your brother and I are from here, and we all understand. As the so-called spring is sleepy, summer is lacking, and winter is weak, which season is not a good time to study. My sister picked such a boring and rigid book again, and it's strange to read it. ”

The little girl frowned slightly, obviously thinking that this guy was talking nonsense again.

She was about to retort, but the boy snapped the book shut, lifted her up by the back collar, and walked downstairs without saying a word.

"I'm afraid I forgot the little words, your brother and I are going to eat Yangchun noodles at night, it's getting dark, why don't you hurry up and cook noodles?"

The slender young man led the seven or eight-year-old girl, stepped on the heavy twilight, walked through the bamboo forest, crossed the wooden bridge, and came to the small kitchen.

Shen Changfeng sat down as a matter of course, lazily bent one leg, and stepped on the other end of the bench.

Xie Jinci glanced at him, turned around and lit the candlestick, and then went to the stove to make a fire.

The light of the fire is dim, but it is enough to illuminate this square inch of land.

Looking at the busy figure of the little girl, the young man bent his peach blossom eyes.

His slender fingers tapped nonchalantly on the table, as if estimating the time.

coincided with Xie Jinci's good spring noodles, and his movements came to an abrupt end.

"Little brother, you can eat ......"

The little girl's voice was soft and immature, and before she could finish speaking, she was cut off by a charming voice.

"Fourth son, why are you here? It can make it easy for the slave to find ...... for a while."

Nanshuang carried a delicate food box, walked into the kitchen with small steps, and when she saw Shen Changfeng, she stuck it softly as if she were boneless, not caring at all that there was a little girl standing next to her.

Xie Jinci held the celadon sea bowl of the golden fish playing in the water, and stood in place a little helplessly.

The porcelain bowl with the hot soup quickly became hot to her hands, and her thin white fingertips were burned red, but she didn't intend to put the bowl down.

She just pursed her lips and looked at the young man, and the clear fawn eyes were quietly dyed with a little stubbornness.

Nanshuang affectionately grabbed Shen Changfeng's arm, rubbed the softness on her chest as if she were nothing, and said coquettishly: "Son, go back to the room with the slave and maid for dinner......

The elegant young man sat in the candlelight, his lips were shallow and shallow, and his face was as if covered with a soft veil of water, which was hazy and unreal.

Under Xie Jinci's gaze, his face did not change, he slowly got up, and let Nanshuang lean on his shoulder.

The little girl was still holding the hot celadon sea bowl, but the hope in her eyes faded inch by inch.

She took a step back in silence, her eyes lowering as she was about to put the bowl down.

A slender jade hand burst into sight and snatched the bowl away.

She raised her eyes in surprise, "Little brother......"