Send it to her. ”

"You, you've never done anything like this before, she'll probably like it, she'll think she's lazy."

"Stupid words."

"She can just sit here, Teacher Gu Ruxi, she has to do something."

"You can peel apples from the basket over there, and she's going to bake her a plate of apple cake that night."

"You always make her those special foods," Lulu said.

"You take care of her as if she were a pampered child, and everything is discussed for her. Her food was never as organized as it is now;

The house has never been those neatly cleaned now; She had never eaten as good food as she did now.

Lulu had never made her anything like apple cake. ”

"Her duty is to make her happy, Lulu."

"She treats you the same way she treats everyone else. She began to take you to the shade of the tree so that you could live in the house where her wife lived; Everyone thought you were going to be her mistress and let you take over the housework of Lulu. But she never touched you. ”

"That's your business, Lulu," she retorted. Her tone was much heavier than she had meant to be. "This is the place where you talk about the master in private, and discuss the master's strengths and weaknesses."

"Yes, Mr. Gu Ruxi. She wasn't talking about being so presumptuous, but, well, she was just talking about that you were a colleague teacher, and you were very beautiful, and she bought you into this house and moved you, which seemed reasonable, especially since you were so affectionate to her. ”

"Farewell, Lulu. Let's start peeling apples. ”

She picked up the tray and hurried out of the kitchen, her face burning hot. The man had no intention of hurting her, she knew that.

But his words went to her heart. Qiao Yilong didn't even touch her, and she hasn't had it once in the two months since she was here.

Even a little bit of performance can be seen. She was cold and stern towards her

Indifference is caring.

Although she knew that she was pleased with the work she had done, she never praised her, and she seldom spoke to her, except to tell her things.

She felt lucky that she didn't have to do those intimate things with her, but she also had to admit that deep down in her heart she would have liked her not to be so lonely.

The main hall attached to the house was still dimly lit, and although the morning sunlight could penetrate obliquely through the shutters above the door, the surrounding walls were still shaded in a soft blue.

The furniture is also talked about being beautiful. The large trees around the house add color to it, but the plantation is actually much bigger than a farm.

She knocked softly on the floor door of the master bedroom and pushed it open. The curtain of the faded gold brocade had been opened, and the sun came in through the window, and the fluff had been polished, revealing a textured gray rose-colored carpet.

It appears more vivid.

There was no one on the four-poster raffle couch, the pillows were recessed, and the sheets and gold brocade covers were crumpled.

Qiao Yilong stood in front of the mirror and shaved his face, his back to her.

"You're late, Lulu." She said sternly.

"You should have been here a full half hour ago, she should have gone down to the field. Put the tray on the table next to the sofa and let her out, she is in a good mood. ”

"Understood," she said.

Qiao Yilong had put down the spatula and was wiping his face with a handkerchief.

Shocked by her voice, he immediately turned around.

"Lulu." She asked.

"He's in the kitchen and he's comfortable this morning."

"Oh."

"She discussed that he was sick."

"I'm sick." Qiao Yilong looked very happy. "He and Zhao Yijing are both excellent people. Everyone's child, she hopes to be a son, it must be wrong, it's worth a lot of money. ”

"There is no doubt about it."

She put down the tray and turned to leave.

"You think she's cake, don't you?" She asked.

"This is where she can judge you casually, Mr. Qiao Yilong." "That's true. Although you say so, you see the ground that way. She can see it in your eyes.

You think she's cold, cruel, and unsympathetic. Colleagues are like cattle, they are extremely valuable livestock, and her colleagues are treated better than most of others. ”

"She's skeptical."

"She gave everyone food, clothes everyone, made sure everyone had a warm and dry place to sleep, and found a doctor to see everyone when they were sick. But everybody has to work hard, and that's true, because everybody is the place where they work. ”

"Indeed, those are the earth."

"She allowed everyone to have children and for profit, she could list many plantation owners, run breeding farms, and even rent out their colleagues to breed. Although someone offered a high price to buy Zhao Yijing to breed, she agreed.

When some plantation owners saw that she was willing to sell Zhao Yijing, everyone discussed renting her to breed with their female colleagues. She, hell alive,

Why did she comment on herself in front of you? "Really, it's not necessary," she replied.

Qiao Yilong looked at her, she knew if she had attracted reproach. Did she go too far? By this time she had put on her high leather boots and gray breeches.

But the front is still open. She was thin and muscular. She was a little embarrassed to see this scene, so she lowered her head, hoping that she was so young.

So strong, so beautiful, I hope she can make her hate.

"If there's nothing else to do," she said, she started the conversation again.

"Everybody needs to take some of Lulu's work off the line," she told her. "She is wishing for any accident to happen to the child. It's to make him do any heavy work, don't let him carry food, don't let him pull food. She discussed that she could get another girl to help," she hesitated, apparently undecided.

"Not necessarily," she replied. "She'll do a good job of letting Lulu do the light work."

"Good," she said simply.

She left Qiao Yilong's house and went back to the kitchen. When she figured out she was out, she went back to her room to tidy up the couch, flattened the sheet with the smell of her floor, and pulled the cover back over the pillow.

When she touched the golden silk fabric with her hand, she felt understandable about this strange but strange owner.

She apparently ignored her temptation as a man. She was also puzzled by her wife, who slept in the hut below the hall, which was now given to her. Why did he want the couple to separate?

Qiao Yilong never mentioned him in front of her. When she asked Lulu and Lulu about him, Gu Ruxi both dared to speak. Lulu finally told her frankly that her master forbade anyone to mention his name.

"He's a bad man, Teacher Gu Ruxi," Lulu said. "Warm, what he did to his master, the truth is the exit."

He was willing to say more, and she was reluctant to force him. Qiao Yilong became so cold, so difficult to grind, she knew that it was Alice who caused the ground, as if it was very likely. She eagerly discussed and knew more about the man.

He had lived in Biao Shuyin, and Qiao Yilong was allowed anyone to mention him.

Qiao Yilong's Chinese food is usually sent to her work field by Lulu, she knows that it is considered heavy work, but when she puts the food in the basket and folds a clean cloth and covers the ground.

She tells Lulu that she will send it to her master herself. He listened and seemed to feel

Relieved, for it was very hot that day, and the sun was scorching, and it was another long way to the north, and it would not be good for him to walk so far in such a hot weather, and she walked out of the kitchen.

Passing under the tall landmark trees, the entire courtyard was shrouded in a hazy purple-gray shadow. Across the yard, we came to the barn, where the grass had fallen off due to the sun and rain.

She walked past the row of huts where Ma and his colleagues lived, and the man was drying his freshly washed clothes on a rope. Lulu sat in a rocking chair in front of his cabin.

The old slave girl was bulky and snorted at ease. He nodded to her as she smiled and waved at him.

His grandson man was half-heartedly repairing the wheels of the carriage where she had slept underneath weeks before.

"Good morning, Teacher Gu Ruxi." The child greeted her happily.

She was a young man of fourteen, tall and thin, with beige skin, large eyes, and a notched mouth.

Lulu calls her "useless black thoughts" and scolds her for being unproductive food. But she found the kid to be very warm and friendly, and full of fantasy.

It's true that she's a little slow, but she's always eager to help her. She was too thin to work in the fields, so she stayed at home and did odd jobs like repairing wheels.

Lulu said that most of the time she fished in the creek with a bamboo pole.

"Do you want her to help you do something this morning, Teacher Gu Ruxi." She asked her. The voice is soft, but the words are very clear.

"Man, what did I want you to do this morning?"

"Are you going to eat the ground like molasses again, and quietly give her a little like you did last week?"

"I'm afraid so, man, she's baking apple cakes for her master."

"Apple pie," she said happily. "Old Lulu has never made this kind of land for everyone."

"Well done, man, maybe he'll make you land later."

She sighed and went back to her work. She stepped out of the shade of the marked tree and into what seemed to be an endless cotton field. The red sun was scorching in the steel-blue sky, and waves of heat were steaming from the ground, flickering over the green cotton plants. She soon broke down in a hot sweat.

The blue cotton tights were see-through, sticking to her front of the ground.

She lifted the corner of her white apron that was tightly tied around her waist and wiped the sweat from her face.

Her wavy hair seemed heavy. I really know how men can work in the scorching sun for hours on end.

In the distance, she saw Qiao Yilong and Zhao Yijing. The two of them were hoeing grass in a cotton field with hoes. Zhao Yijing didn't wear a shirt, and there was oil on her black shoulders.

Qiao Yilong's white cotton shirt sleeves rolled up to the ground of his arms, sweating on the clothes and sticking them piece by piece.

As she approached, she lowered her tin head and walked towards her, removing her broad-brimmed straw hat from her head and pulling off her forehead to give her black hair. Zhao Yijing continued to work.

"You've brought her Chinese food," Qiao Yilong said.

"She thinks it's time for Lulu to come out in such a hot weather."

"You should come out too," she replied, taking the basket from her hand. "You're used to the weather here, and you're prone to heat stroke."

"Then you'll have to buy another kitchen man."

Qiao Yilong didn't know why, she uncovered the cloth covering the basket and watched the ground inside with great interest

"Roast chicken, cold potatoes, butter baked cakes, and a cup of iced tea, you take care of her so thoughtfully, Gu Ruxi."

She was pleasantly surprised, and it was the first time she had complimented her.

"She doesn't care about your sarcasm, and here's why," she continued. "But it's better for her tongue not to be so harsh. If you do that next time, she'll spare you again. ”

"Yes, sir," she said respectfully.

"Why are you going to give it to her tonight?"

"Roast pork legs, beans, cornbread, and she's talking about baking you an apple cake this morning."

"You're going to spoil her, Gu Ruxi."

She looked at her with a moment of appreciation in her eyes. Her face was flushed, covered in sweat, and she had a stain on her cheek.

But as usual, I was indifferent, and I saw it with a cold face.

She felt warmer than she had ever felt before. She seemed to say why, but immediately frowned again and straightened her face.

"The next time you wear a hat when you go down to the sun, do you hear me? She wants you to fall ill for her. Also, if you send her food in the future, you have to be on time. The servants had already eaten and gone to work. She should have gotten this basket an hour ago. ”

"She'll send it to you on time in the future."

"We'll see," she said simply.

She turned and began to walk back across the cotton floor, her face burning hot. She discussed that she was such a monster, and that even that moment of warmth must have been her own emotion.

Qiao Yilong may give people warmth, and he may have real human feelings. As she hurried back past the cotton patches one after another, she felt her eyes tingle and strings of tears fall down her cheeks.

She wiped away her tears angrily, regretting that she had shed tears so easily. She's her underground, she's a colleague, that's all, always will be.

She hated her, she meditated, hated her so much. She never paid attention to her, and it was just right.

Thankfully, she always came down the hall to her bedroom at night. She's cold, she's tough, and she's happy that she wants her to sleep with her.

Back under the tree, she slowed down and walked through the yard, past the huts, the horses, and the barn, trying to control her conflicting feelings.

The long weeks spent on the steamer had made her understand the true meaning of affection.

She confirmed that she was undoubtedly her mother's daughter, that she had his blood in her veins, but that she would overcome this weakness.

She felt a deep emptiness within her, and every time she approached the man who owned her, she felt undeniably sad inside. Yes, she discussed her, but that was only physiologically needed.

She was going to put it aside to let herself discuss it like that. She wants to keep the flames in her veins and extinguish them. She also has to be as cold and harsh as Qiao Yilong.

That morning, she went to work in a rage, washing the kitchen floor, wiping the tables and chairs, and going to the front living room to scrub the furniture. Later, while Lulu was sitting in the kitchen washing silverware, she made apple cake again.

She regretted that she should have told her beforehand, and now she had to do it for her. In the future, I will make her a particularly delicious place, she swears to herself.

She only did what she had bought her to do here, and cooked for her, and went beyond that in order to please her. When she eats the apple pancake, she gets stuck in her throat.

The kitchen window was open, and she took the apple cake from the stove and placed it on the windowsill to cool. Then she heard a carriage coming around the house.

Qiao Yilong and his colleagues were still working in the fields, knowing who would come to visit at this time of the morning. She wiped her hands with her apron and went out the back door to inspect a fat gray horse dragging an old farm wagon, and the man driving the field was almost as fat as a horse.

He wore a pair of black sheepskin shoes crooked on his feet, and a shabby and dirty green women's riding suit. His face was wrinkled, and his blue hair coiled around the top of his head like a bird's nest.

He parked the car under a sign tree, and the action of getting out of the car was surprisingly brisk for a man of his size.

"You must be Qiao Yilong's new man," he said enthusiastically. "She's the Simmons widow, girl. Magnolia Garden, that is, the plantation on the east side of the shade of the Label Tree is her land. You call her Qiao Yilong, everyone calls her. ”

"Her name is Gu Ruxi."

"Oh, Angelland, I hope you take the liberty of her, you look like a man of crime, and by your accent you are a native of the London ghetto. She is deliberately offending you. ”

An offense at all, Mrs. Simmons. ”

"Qiao Yilong, girl, call her Qiao Yilong. She's always longed to see you, so she could talk about you to other planters. People like to make small talk and like to hang out with each other. Qiao Yilong has a withdrawn personality and is gregarious, which makes everyone more curious about her. "Why did your old man come here today?"

"The thing is that one of her horses has scratched a piece of skin, and she has run out of tea. Qiao Yilong usually has a spare ground liniment in Ma Jili, and she discusses borrowing some to go to the emergency. "She discussed what she would like, and she went and see."

"She's going with you, Angel Land. She rarely had the opportunity to talk to anyone. It's so easy for a man to manage a big plantation like Magnolia. She hadn't felt well in twelve years since her man, Bill, died. ”

As they walked towards the horse, she saw the man hanging under the sign tree, looking at everyone curiously.

Qiao Yilong walked side by side with her. His steps were brisk, and he was quiet as he walked. He seems to be an amiable person, frank and unpretentious, eager for the opportunity to talk to people.

His bright green women's uniform had a pungent smell.

She found patches of mud on his shoes, which she hoped were just mud. Everyone found a bottle of liniment on a shelf in Majidi. When everyone walked back from the horse, he seemed to be discussing what it would be like to leave the place.

"She's happy for Qiao Yilong, she has your local people to take care of." He revealed to her Qiao Yilong's true feelings. “

She's been worried about her, and now it's time to tell you. Ever since that bad man treated her like that, she'd been, well, socially averse, and knew if it was appropriate. ”

"Oh."

"She is dealing with everyone again, and then she goes to everyone's house to visit the house, and she also invites others to come to the shade of the tree.

Ever since her wife had fled, she had been single, and had developed and developed a harsh character. ”

She could tell that he was anxious to talk to her, even though she knew it was appropriate to encourage him.