When she was born, Song Mingqing was fifteen years old and engaged to a family.

Just a few days before I was going to cross the door, the other party repented.

So, she lived in seclusion. It's someone who doesn't even mention the Song Mansion.

Such a woman really interested Song Qiao.

Watson followed behind her, listening to his footsteps sound solid and powerful, reassuring her.

When I arrived at Nanyuan, I felt deserted when I walked in. The weather in March is not very cold, but it is very cold here.

There was not even a single subordinate in the courtyard, but the windows of the house were shining with light, and it was obvious that Song Mingqing was not sleeping peacefully.

Yu Qiao motioned for Watson to stand outside the courtyard gate, and when she walked in, she smelled the fragrance of various flowers, which immediately washed away the previous chill.

On a moonlit night, even if you can't see the small objects in the yard, you know that there are flowers all over the yard, and they bloom very well.

Yu Qiao even has that dreamy sense of going out into the world, mysterious but quiet.

She walked to the window, which was ajar and had a few lights lit inside.

Song Mingqing sat in front of the bookcase, and the ink and ink emitted by the four treasures of the study on the bookcase came to his face through the window.

And Yu Qiao never thought that she would see a woman like Lin Daiyu with her own eyes.

She was thin, quiet, lonely, sad.

The book in his hand, still with her, is so moving that it is heartbreaking.

Yu Qiao's eyes suddenly blurred, this is her aunt who has not been married yet.

Guarding her alone in the meager years.

She called softly through the window: "Aunt Love......"

The person who reads the book looks up, what kind of eyes are they, there are thousands of stories, thousands of complexes, thousands of injuries, and thousands of indifference......

The world is in her eyes, and it is not in her eyes......

Yu Qiao stroked his heart, and then asked softly: "I'm Yu Qiao, can I go in?" ”

Song Mingqing heard Zhu'er next to her mention that her little niece died and came back to life.

What she didn't expect was that the child who had come back to life would come to visit her.

Here, she is a world forgotten by the Song Mansion.

Her gaze warmed. Yu Qiao opened the curtain and walked in, walked all the way to the bookcase, and saluted her respectfully: "Niece Yu Qiao has seen Aunt Qing." ”

Her hand reached through the bookcase, supporting her arm. Through her clothes, Yu Qiao could also feel the coldness of her palms.

It turned out that this was the child named Yu Qiao.

She had seen it in her infancy, and she was happily preparing for her marriage.

After the marriage was annulled, she didn't care about the affairs of the house anymore, and her whole heart was broken into pieces.

It has taken more than ten years, and it has not been put together.

They looked at each other, silent, speechless. But it's not alienation.

Yu Qiao moved his steps and slowly turned around in place, taking in everything in the room.

"Auntie, there are a lot of books here."

Song Mingqing's voice was light: "If you like to read, pick your favorite and take it." ”

Yu Qiaowan'er chuckled: "Auntie doesn't know yet, Qiao'er is illiterate." ”

It turned out that what Zhu'er said was true, this Yuqiao was a fool in the past.

Song Mingqing stood up, walked to the bookcase, took out a box from the drawer, and handed it to Yu Qiao.

"My aunt gave you a pen, it doesn't matter if you can't read, you can learn."

Yu Qiao took it with both hands: "If my aunt can teach me to read, I will learn." ”

She wants to be close to this aunt like Lin Daiyu so much, because this aunt has a story......

Women, who don't gossip......

Song Mingqing looked at the jade man in front of him. Her eyebrows are picturesque, but she is aura, and she can't help but be interested.

But she has become accustomed to the loneliness and loneliness of the past ten years, just like the nun in the nunnery, who no longer wants to be close to others, and only books are the only confidants who accompany her.

After Wen Lanxin got married, she was very close to Song Mingqing, and the two were like sisters, and they always had to open their hearts and say those intimate words.

Later, she suffered emotional sadness, her heart was broken, and her father and Lan Xin died of illness one after another, and the sky collapsed, taking away her spirit and spirit.

The child in front of her is Lan Xin's daughter, how can she not be soft-hearted?

"If you don't dislike your aunt for being lonely here, on the fifteenth day of the first day of each month, you will come to my Mingqing Garden, and I will teach you to read."

Yu Qiao is truly rejoicing. "Jo'er thanked Auntie."

Song Mingqing's heart was sour, but he still said lightly: "You and I just have eyes." In this world, all kinds of emotions arise because of the eyes, and all of them fall because of the fate. ”

Yu Qiao said quietly: "Yuan, yes yes." It's better to say that it is better to rise and fall with your heart. What thing in the world can be compared to the fickleness of the human heart? ”

Song Mingqing was stunned, and looked at Yu Qiao's eyes becoming deep.

Yu Qiao smiled coincidentally: "Auntie is resting, I will definitely come to my aunt to study on the fifteenth day of every month." ”

Walking out of Yuqingyuan, Yu Qiao's mood has not been calm.

Whoever sees a woman like Song Yuqing will feel uneasy.

Although she has a shallow memory of this aunt, and people in the house rarely mention her, Yu Qiao knows that the reason why she is like this is because of a man.

It is said that love is charming and hurtful, so what is it?

I lived for 18 years in the 20th century, but I never fell in love, and those 18 years were really meaningless......

At this time, the Song Mansion was very quiet.

The years are quiet, the kind of quiet that is peaceful and unharmed.

She walked aimlessly under the moonlit night.

Watson followed behind her, silent.

The willow trees by the pond have gently hanging branches, and they are beautiful in the night breeze.

Yu Qiao paused and turned around. Watson stopped for a moment, and her head hit his chest.

Immediately took a big step back.

Yu Qiao smiled and looked at him panicked.

Although Song Qiao in the twentieth century was a scumbag, he had never been in love.

She is full of anger and arrogance, and most boys will stay away from her.

The people who play in one place on weekdays are all buddies, although they hook up their shoulders, they can't afford to have half of their personal feelings.

All in all, she is also a good girl who is innocent and pure.

However, how to tease a man's courage and methods, she is really self-taught. Of course, thanks to the fact that she has watched so many TV series and novels, hey!

She wasn't really trying to tease Watson, although he did look ...... Very attractive. Attraction is not specific, in addition to the physical appearance, there is also the breath in the bones, or is it hormones......

She once flipped through a book and researched that men and women have their own exclusive hormones, which are hormones, men secrete male hormones, and women secrete estrogen, which can be used as messengers to transmit information.