This classical taste is not something that can be learned by wearing classical clothes.

Her eyes are like rain and mist, the same as Yumo's eyes, no matter how hard a person is, touching such a gaze will give birth to unwarranted pity.

His eyes fell on Yu Qiao's face, and he glanced at Yuzhu again.

Yu Qiao and Yuzhu bent their knees together: "Niece Yu Qiao and Yuzhu have met Aunt Qing." ”

Yu Qiao knew that she didn't like to be noisy, so she motioned for Watson to put down the things in her hand, and Cui'er and Cui'er exited the door.

Ye Er was also clever, put the things down, and retreated.

Song Mingqing didn't beckon them to sit down, nor did he let people serve tea, so he let them stand like this.

Yuzhu said: "My mother heard that my aunt was infected with the wind and cold, so I ordered Zhu'er to send some cold medicine and some supplements to replenish the body, but they are all very good." ”

Song Mingqing looked at her......

On the night of her sister-in-law Lan Xin's death, she cried all night in Mingqingyuan, but she didn't go to the funeral until she died.

Later, I heard that the eldest brother actually raised an outer room outside, and when I thought of myself, my heart was even more cold and desperate.

He refused to go out of the courtyard to see the personnel of the house......

Seeing that the raindrops are the cardamom years, the face is like a begonia, and the eyes are bright, which is indeed a factor of the Song family.

Somehow, Yu Qiao was always afraid of annoying this aunt, and she couldn't help but speak softly.

Yu Qiao said: "I haven't been out of the house for ten years, and I went out for a walk yesterday, but I just think it's strange to see everything." Thinking that my aunt rarely went out, I chose a roll of material for my aunt, and it was not necessary to make dresses, even if I hung it in front of the window to make a curtain. ”

Song Mingqing glanced at the roll of material.

Sure enough, she was a clear-minded child, and she knew that she liked this clear and unstained color.

Yu Qiao stepped forward gently, handed over the box in his hand, and said softly: "These flowers in Aunt Qing's yard are all wildflowers that grow in the free world, not luxurious or pretentious, but they are gorgeous and stubborn. ”

"I found two hairpins for my aunt, agarwood carved into a leaf style, simple and ordinary, aunt don't dislike it."

Song Mingqing stretched out his hand to take it, opened the box, and took out one, which was not frivolous and textured.

He put his hand in the bun.

Raindrops stood there, feeling left out.

I hate Qiao, and I am used to talking and pleasing people......

She raised her voice and said: "Auntie is too deserted here, there should really be a few more subordinates to call it, which is not only lively, but also can better serve my aunt." When I went back, I told my mother to send a few mothers-in-law and girls to call my aunt. ”

It has been ten years since the Wang family entered the mansion, but Song Mingqing always felt that it sounded like listening to an outsider.

said coldly: "Is your mother in charge of the home in this house now?" ”

Yuzhu said: "This is what my grandmother said at the New Year's dinner table a few years ago, saying that she is old and it is time to rest, and I will let my mother take care of the big and small things in the house in the future." ”

Hearing Yuzhu mention his mother, Song Mingqing felt even more uncomfortable.

The fog in his eyes was even thicker......

Yu Qiao naturally noticed it, and said with a smile: "Aunt Qing needs to recuperate, so we will leave and come to visit Aunt Qing another day." ”

Then he took the raindrop's hand and walked out.

Out of the yard, Yuzhu said sullenly: "Sure enough, it's a strange person, let us stand for a long time without talking, not even a smile, and you still told her so many things." ”

Yu Qiao was silent.

Yuzhu continued: "No wonder the people in the house don't want to see her, if it's not too unpleasant, why can't even grandmother see her?" I heard her mother say that she was repented of her marriage, and it must be that people can't stand her lack of affection. ”

Yu Qiao said coldly: "Shut up!" ”

Yuzhu paused and widened his eyes: "Good and decent, what kind of anger are you making?" Listen to your tone, is it the tone of talking to the eldest lady? ”

Miss......

Laugh at......

Seeing that Yu Qiao didn't reply, she said as she continued walking: "I originally thought that you intended to reconcile with me, so I took you to the private school together, so as not to bully you." Forget it, I won't care about you anymore. ”

She glanced at Yu Qiao with hatred, and walked away quickly, Yu Qiao smiled dumbly.

I didn't go back to my own yard, and walked directly to the garden.

The private school is located in the main hall of the Zhao Ting Garden, which is spacious and bright, with carved window lattices and engraved on the porch.

A couplet is quite innovative -

Shanglian: The world is not as good as reading

Downlink: The world is good, but it is not as fragrant as the text

Yu Qiao read it carefully, there is neither utilitarianism nor profit, but pure literati feelings.

When I entered the study hall, there were seven bookcases inside, three in two rows and three side by side, exactly six.

In the end, there was a lonely one, which was obviously specially placed for Yu Qiao today.

There are four treasures of the study room on the desk, and the fragrance of books comes to the face.

Song Qiao in the twentieth century was not born with a dislike of reading, and he was also excellent in character and learning during primary school.

When he reached adolescence, he hated both his father who drank all day and hated his mother, who was weak-boned, and then hated everything.

There are five bookcases that have already sat people, two men and three women. Rules, do not squint.

The old gentleman was giving a lecture, and that look and tone were all the teachings of a teacher in the twentieth century, but the outfit more and more proved what a typical old master was......

When he saw Yu Qiao, he stopped.

Yu Qiao blessed him, and said crisply: "Yu Qiao has seen Mr. Liu." ”

Yuzhu stood up and explained: "She is the third lady in the house, she was a mute before, and she has only recovered recently. ”

A few of the children chuckled.

The old master's small eyes glared at them, pointed to an empty bookcase, and said, "Sit down." ”

Yu Qiao walked over, and when she walked through the middle corridor, a boy about ten years old grabbed the hem of her skirt and asked, "You really know how to talk?" I used to talk to you, but you never paid attention to me. ”

The woman sitting in front of him turned around and scolded: "Mr. is here, don't talk much." ”

Then, she rolled her eyes at Yu Qiao and turned her face away.

Yu Qiao sat down in the last row. Take the book on the desk in your hand.

She's a high school student anyway, okay? Even if you haven't studied these books in the twentieth century, you can understand them all as soon as you turn them.

The point is that what the Master taught was all about women's virtues and women's precepts......

It's really boring and want to doze off, okay......

Ba Wangwang will soon suspend the class.

Damn, I don't even have a watch, how long does a class take......

Finally, I heard the old master say: "That's all for today's literature lesson, everyone copies a small block poem, and hand it over to me tomorrow to see." ”

Everyone got up, saluted the old master, and collectively said, "Thank you for your hard work!" ”

As soon as the old master went out, the study hall suddenly became lively.

The little brother who pulled her skirt first was really curious about her: "You are obviously Sister Qiao, but why don't you look like it?" Are you really dead and alive? Have you ever met Hades? Did he refuse to accept you and put you back? ”