The next morning, I waited until the sun rose before I got up lazily.

Tingfeng brought breakfast in with a tray.

Breakfast is simple, boiled thick rice porridge with two small plates of crisp and refreshing pickles, and a hard-boiled egg.

From the perspective of the peasant family, such breakfast is already very rich.

I didn't leave overnight, but I knew that many farmers could not afford such a "luxury", and they had to save their eggs and wait to go to the market to exchange for money.

Ai Qiaoqiao doesn't raise chickens, where do the eggs come from?

Naturally, they were all bought, especially for him......

Remembering that a small figure was busy for him in the kitchen in the early morning, the jaw that was tense at night was a little looser.

Listening to the wind, he put down his breakfast and withdrew.

At noon, it was to listen to the rain and go in to deliver food.

Ye Liyan was reading a medical book, and he still had four silver needles inserted in his right wrist, obviously regulating his meridians.

I didn't dare to disturb the rain, and I hurriedly withdrew after lunch.

In the evening, the two children brought food, but neither of them would go in to deliver it.

"Childe will definitely ask about Miss Qiaoqiao." Listen to the wind with a bitter face.

I haven't been able to see Miss Qiaoqiao for a day, how can their son give up?

But they are the only ones who will be tossed in the end.

"You're older than me, you can go in and send it." Listen to the rain and put on an innocent appearance.

"Come less, you know your son's mind better than me, or you go." Listen to the wind and shake your head like a rattle.

"There you go."

"You'd better go......"

The two were muttering, the door opened quietly, and Ye Liyan stood indifferently in the doorway, looking down at them.

The two children were still unaware, and they were still pushing the buck to each other.

"Or ...... Let's make a fist. ”

"Okay." Tingyu gritted his teeth and agreed.

Two pink fists stretched out, and after a fierce "battle", Ting Yu was defeated.

"You're fooling, you were obviously slow to act just now." Listen to the rain and pick up the tray.

"Let you go to deliver food, not to feed the tiger, see if you are afraid of becoming like this." Listen to the wind and make a tiger's face.

The two of them turned their heads and were shocked to see Ye Liyan standing behind them, looking at them with lowered eyes.

"Tiger!" Both shouted at the same time.

Ye Liyan's face was even more ugly.

The two little boys knelt on the ground in fright, not even daring to raise their heads, "Childe, we don't dare." ”

Ye Liyan raised his hand and touched his face, tiger? Is he so scary......

"Where's my dinner?" Ye Liyan asked, his tone carrying his usual laziness and indifference.

"Here, here." Listen to the rain and pick up the tray.

Ye Liyan lifted the plate and looked at it, and found that it was a green onion cake.

"Miss Qiaoqiao said, this is a mille-feuille cake with green onions, and it should be eaten while it is hot." Tingyu noticed that Ye Li's expression had softened a little, so he spoke decisively.

The night left the death and bowed slightly.

Listening to the rain and offering treasures, he brought the tray into the house.

Ye Liyan sat down behind the table, listening to the rain serve him and put the plate with the green onion cake in front of him.

The side dish is a bowl of cabbage and tofu soup, which is very light, and a small plate of cold vegetables, which smells like mustard.

Ye Liyan picked up a piece of green onion cake with chopsticks, and the middle of the cake layer was slightly scattered, and the cake layer was distinct.

He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The golden crust is sprinkled with a little green onion, which is soft and oily.

Take a sip of cabbage and tofu soup, clear your mouth and appetize, and then serve it with cold side dishes with mustard to relieve greasy and eliminate food.

I can't help but have a great appetite when I leave the night.

The two children watched and swallowed vigorously.

If they had gone on as usual, the Night's Death would have sent them out long ago.

But today, contrary to his character, he kept the two of them by his side to serve, and did not send them down until he had finished eating.

"Childe is too bad." Listening to the rain silently wept, "He did it on purpose, all the green onion cakes left for us by Miss Qiaoqiao were cold." ”

The two of them entered the kitchen, and even though the cake was cold, the two of them still ate with relish.

This was the case for several days.

The two little children couldn't stand it anymore.

"Miss Qiaoqiao refuses to show up to deliver food to the son, and the son will toss the two of us." Tingyu squatted under the steps with a desperate face.

"I don't know what Miss Qiaoqiao thinks, if she blames our son, she won't prepare meals for him so carefully every day." Tingfeng frowned.

"Then she just likes our son." Tingyu jumped up excitedly, "We might as well go and ask her directly." ”

Listening to the wind, he grabbed him, "You're crazy, how can you ask this kind of thing face to face, let's pretend not to know." ”

"But the two of them ......"

Listening to the wind, he pretended to be old and shook his head, "Hey, it's all bad fate, bad fate ......"

"I don't sleep in the middle of the night, who's there?" As soon as the words fell, the sound of night leaving sounded in the east room.

The two children fell silent for a moment, and quickly slipped back to their own rooms.

Standing in front of the window and watching the two small figures disappear into the courtyard, Ye Liyan turned his head slightly to look at the guqin placed on the piano bench.

He hadn't touched the piano since he hurt his hand.

In the past, in the Medicine King Valley, he would play the piano every time he had something on his mind and couldn't talk to anyone, but in the entire Medicine King Valley, his junior sister alone could understand his piano sound.

He sat down in front of the guqin and gently played with his left hand.

The sound of the piano is loud and intermittent.

Ai Qiaoqiao was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, and suddenly heard the sound of the piano.

Although the sound is not musical, it is like an invisible hand, tickling people's hearts from time to time.

Ai Qiaoqiao got up in her clothes and followed the sound of the piano to the outhouse.

The sound of the piano came from the east room, and there was no need to guess that it was the night that was playing the piano.

And listening to the staccato tune she could imagine, he must have been plucking the strings with his left hand.

She had just reached the door when a dark wind suddenly blew behind her.

Ai Qiaoqiao shuddered.

Looking back, she couldn't find where the wind was coming from.

Lan was still asleep in the inner room, and she was the only one standing in the outer room.

The door was closed, and although the window was open, the wind was not cold at night, and even when it blew in, it was soft.

The wind was blowing on my back just now, and it was cloudy and cold.

She couldn't help but think of what Zhang Wu told her at the beginning, saying that the Ai family's old mansion was inhabited by the ghosts of their ancestors.

Ai Qiaoqiao stood there, trying to calm her heartbeat.

Don't be afraid, Daddy said that there are no ghosts in this world.

She secretly cheered herself on.

She stood for a moment, then suddenly felt a cold wind blow again.

This time she finally realized that the wind was not blowing in from outside.

She simply closed all the windows, lit a candle, and stared at the flames.

After a long time, the flame on the candle swerved to one side.

Ai Qiaoqiao followed the direction of the wind blowing.

There was not much furniture in the outhouse, and she had replaced the old furniture before, and now there were only some tables, chairs and cabinets.

The only thing that hasn't been replaced in the room is an old painting and calligraphy hanging against the wall.

She went to the wall and reached for the painting.

However, after rubbing for a long time, I didn't find anything abnormal.

She thought about rolling it up and seeing what was behind it.

So she put the candle on the table and turned to move the chair.

As a result, I accidentally knocked over the chair next to me.

At night, the pouring sound is particularly loud.

With a "bang", Ai Qiaoqiao was startled, and was thinking about whether he would wake up the Lan family when the door was suddenly knocked open.

The night is like a gust of wind, rushing straight in.

The purple coat raised against the wind is like the wisteria trellis in her childhood memory, swaying in the wind on the summer night, and the fragrance of the flowers is dark......