"Oops! It's peony powder, the best color, and it's the best way to use it to hit your face. It's white and fragrant, and it can also nourish the skin. Wen Yan'er opened it and took a closer look, and held it in front of Lizhi, and said to Chunxi with a smile: "Sister Chunxi is still warm-hearted, don't look at the usual bickering with Sister Lizhi, it's really time to separate, and I'm still worried about it." Sister Lizhi is reluctant to leave, she is uncomfortable, I thank Sister Chunxi for her! ”

Chunxi had already laid down, with her back to the two, unable to see her expression, and her voice seemed to be snorting. Wen Yan'er looked back, Lizhi's expression softened, and the moistness in the corners of her eyes didn't know if she was crying before, or if she was touched again.

"I have to leave quickly, otherwise, you will also see this family, it's not easy to fool." Lizhi blinked, didn't say anything more, took the small compact, and carefully tightened the small pocket of the underwear.

Wen Yan'er nodded, patted the back of Lizhi's hand comfortingly, helped her carry the box, and pushed the door.

The sun is three poles, and it is no longer the time when the rooster crows. The trellis was broken, wrapped around the bare gray-brown branches, and only a few withered yellow leaves were still hanging, and it was also sparse and crumbling. The sun was shining and sprinkling all over the sky, but it was warmer than in the house, but from time to time a few gusts of wind blew, and people regretted that they were thinly dressed.

Mrs. Sheng really waited impatiently, muttering something in her mouth, pulling the branch and about to leave, Sheng Mingxuan picked up the box, knew the weight when she got started, and undisguised disgust and disdain immediately appeared on her face.

Lizhi was pulled and stepped on the corner of the skirt, but fortunately, Wen Yan'er followed behind and helped him in time. As if Mrs. Sheng realized something, she suddenly looked back and looked up and down, and said coldly: "If you want to go home, don't dress up as a kiln sister, these flowers and branches have been picked, and this dress should be changed." As he spoke, he plucked the hairpin from the branch, and his hand was rude, bringing out a lock of hair, which caused the woman to exhale in pain.

Seeing this, Wen Yan'er hurriedly trotted two steps, walked around to Mrs. Sheng, was deeply blessed, and said with a humble smile: "The old lady is right, it's just that my sister and you go home and wear decent clothes, and your old man's face is also bright, isn't it?" ”

Lizhi covered the corner of his forehead that was torn and hurt, reluctantly pulled his hair, looked at Mrs. Sheng with tears, and called "mother" aggrievedly, begging her not to change her clothes by herself, so as to save some time. Sheng Yang just caught up, and he also shouted that the sun was so big, and he had to rush back to cook lunch.

Mrs. Sheng listened to the words of each family, rolled her eyes and agreed. The girl who ransomed out walked through the back door, and Yan'er was sent to the backyard, but was stopped by Shang's mother, and then reluctantly let go of the branch, and watched the group go farther and farther away from afar, until they disappeared between the buildings.

Shang's mother recognized Wen Yan'er, watched it for a while, and then asked her to go back to the building by herself: "It's cold, there's nothing to see, everyone has their own lives, go back." ”

"Yes. Thank you Mom. Yan Er bowed, raised her head again, and still only caught up with the back of Shang's mother who had already walked away.

The huge cold incense pavilion warblers and swallows gathered, and the laughter and laughter embraced one after another, and the sound of the wind could be transmitted to the backyard. It's just that there is one missing Shen Lizhi, the most unsociable and insignificant singer, but Wen Yan'er feels that the whole courtyard has become empty all of a sudden.

"What, gone?"

Just turned a corner, and when I arrived near the firewood house, there was obviously no one in the courtyard, but there was a cold inquiry not far ahead. Wen Yan'er's eyelids jumped suddenly, and suddenly she came to her senses, and looked around with her eyes wide and vigilantly.

"Who, who?" She felt scared in her heart, her feet kept rubbing against each other, and although she was more and more comfortable with the guests, she lost the restraint at the beginning, but in fact she was still small. The owner of the voice seemed to be bored, and threw it back with a sneer.

"What are you afraid of? The hoof has been locked up here for a few days, but you come every night in the dark, send things and talk, stay for half the night, and you are not afraid. ”

The tone is very familiar, and every time I come to visit Lizhi, I will inevitably hear it. Wen Yan'er suddenly understood, and she was no longer afraid, took a deep breath, pursed her lips and walked to the small window.

"Miss Yingying, you can stop." The window lattice was dilapidated and shaking, and the damp musty smell spread out against the cold wind, Yan Er stood on tiptoe as usual, holding the window edge with both hands, and persuaded her with sympathy: "You are locked together, Sister Lizhi can go out, and she figured it out and asked for it." She just contradicted her master, but you made a heavier mistake than her, if you continue to shout like this every day, and make trouble every day, if your wife is angry, won't she sell you or beat you to death? ”

Guan Ying was wrapped in a shabby cotton jacket, leaning cross-legged on the edge of the table, pouting and disdainfully: "You don't scare me, I bought it, how can I kill and lose money." Mo Yuyan told me a long time ago that her mother was going to sell me to Chun Ao Lane, and she didn't need you to run to talk about it. ”

The three words "Spring Eaves Lane" are like heavy stones, making Wen Yan'er shrank her fingers and tremble. The name is not unpleasant, but it is a place where everyone in the building is afraid, the lowest and dirtiest brothel, and whoever is buried in it is like a plaything to be manipulated and trampled with, and lives as well as a dog.

"I don't know...... I'm sorry. Yan'er didn't know why, she apologized to Guanying, and a mixture of regret and fear rushed to the door, forcing her to let go of her hand and bend down, desperately holding on to the wall to prevent her from falling. Guan Ying seemed to sneer a few more words, but she didn't hear clearly, covered her ears and ran away.

She ran out for a while, took a breath, and walked back with mixed feelings, involuntarily sticking to the root of the wall again. There was something on the ground around the corner, and she stepped on it without paying attention, and she heard a crisp "click" sound, and the thing was trampled flat.

It was a cicada, and when she looked down, it was just a shell, dead about autumn, and fell in the corner of the wall, inconspicuous, and never noticed.

Wen Yan'er rubbed the soles of her shoes, felt a little pity for the cold cicada, took out a handkerchief, squatted down to pick up the cicada shell, wrapped it in three or two, and wanted to give it a place to settle down. didn't take a few steps, she felt that it was too much, but the handkerchief was already dirty, so she simply did it to the end, trotted back to the gate of the courtyard under the flower stand, pulled out the hairpin, dug a small soil pit casually, and buried the cicada.

"Even you have a better life than us, and you can be buried seriously." After cultivating the soil, Wen Yan'er muttered to the small soil bag, wiped the mud on the head of the hairpin, stood up and clapped her hands and left.

It was very cold in the courtyard, but it was still warm in the building, Yan Er went upstairs with her skirt, and was called halfway through the weeping flower corridor. The spring color in the private room is beautiful, the old patron is leaning on the beauty couch to drink and enjoy the fun, Wen Yan'er quickly changed into a flower-like smile, melting in a group of warmth.