Rong Yao, who positions himself as the playmate of the little boy, in order to keep his job, is very conscientious to please the little boy.

She paid close attention to the little boy, just like staring at the fire in the boiler room in her previous life, to the point that as soon as the little boy raised his hand, she knew whether she should hand over tea, pen and ink or silver.

In addition to continuing to carry forward the advantages of her previous life, she also focused on improving her weaknesses, and gave herself a soft voice that she learned by figuring out Lin Jiaojiao's tone......

For example, when handing over the pen and ink, he said: "Little boy~ Your words are so beautiful!" ”

Although she is illiterate, she doesn't know what kind of words are "good-looking......

However, it doesn't matter if she is accurate or not.

She felt that the little boy had not listened to her seriously at all. Every time she finished without words, the little boy was either indifferent or looked at her speechlessly.

Gradually, some people in the Sun Mansion began to ridicule her.

Rong Yao didn't care about the ridicule of others.

She didn't understand people's happiness, sorrow, or anger, and why people were so keen to get together and talk about her.

What kind of person is she, and what does it have to do with others?

What do others say about her, and what impact does it have on her?

She didn't care about the sarcasm, but she couldn't ignore Miss Huang's emotions.

Miss Huang is the young lady of the Huzhou Zhizhou family, and she is also a classmate of the little son.

Up and down, the women's school opened by Empress Rong in Beijing has developed so far, and there have been unisex schools in some places where the people are civilized, such as Huzhou.

Rong Yao felt that Miss Huang and Miss Huang's brother Huang Gongzi were very studious, and they always came to Xiao Gongzi rain or shine on their rest days, and perhaps felt that she, a rough person who did not understand literature and ink, hindered their discussion of knowledge, so Miss Huang did not like her presence very much, if she was not interested, sent a few more times of tea or said a few more words, Miss Huang would be displeased.

Miss Huang is the daughter of her parents' official family, and Rong Yao is just a distant relative of the Sun family, but the politics of this dynasty are clear, and bullying on the surface is not very common, so if Rong Yao is really just a five-year-old girl, she may not know how to deal with Miss Huang's displeasure.

However, Rong Yao is not a five-year-old girl.

In her previous life, she watched the girls in the Qinglou usher in, and the girls had different attitudes and said different things to different guests, so although her knowledge was confined to the small world in the building, she realized from a very young age that people are different.

People are different and can explain a lot of things that don't make sense.

For example, when she was young, she always had a wooden face, and the people around her talked about her being eccentric; And the little boy is always expressionless, but people praise the little boy for being moody and calm.

After Rong Yao noticed Miss Huang's displeasure, as long as Miss Huang's brothers and sisters came to find Xiao Gongzi, she would consciously not appear.

However, although she tried very hard to please the little boy, the little boy did not appreciate it.

Rong Yao often had the feeling she had in her previous life: she would rather light a fire than deal with people.

The wood will not fail her efforts, and she is willing to spend her time pondering the wood, and the fire will become more and more proficient.

People are different.

No matter how much effort she put into it, she couldn't figure out people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and she didn't know what to do.

Just like she tried her best to please the little boy, Mrs. Sun was very happy to see it, and praised her from time to time, and rewarded her with a lot of clothes and jewelry, but the little boy has been unmoved.

She couldn't feel people's emotions accurately, but she felt that the little boy not only didn't appreciate it, but also seemed to be a little disgusted with her.

Rong Yao was helpless......

It's too hard......

Spring is going to autumn, the new year is new, and she feels that she can't continue like this.

She is not the young lady of the Sun Mansion, if she is not bad, why does Mrs. Sun raise her with good food and drink?

She really couldn't figure out the little boy's thoughts, and planned to ask him directly.

So, when the third lady took her out of the house to play in the first month, she gritted her teeth and bought a sandalwood paperweight embryo, and spent several days carefully carving a few bamboo rods, and engraved "Sun Heng" according to the name of the little boy.

In the past, when she was lighting a fire, she didn't have to keep an eye on the fire all the time, sometimes she would carve wood.

At first, I wanted to carve a doll that looked like my mother, but when I was young, I couldn't carve it well, but I was able to carve it, but I forgot what my mother looked like.

This time, she made a play, her father stopped selling her, and carried her home, she stared at her mother very seriously when she came home, and didn't want to forget her, but her mother didn't look at her, but protected her sisters behind her, looked at her father fearfully and said, "What are you doing when you come back?!" Then he stretched out his hand and pointed at her and screamed, "Isn't it enough to sell her?!" ”

Isn't it enough to sell her?

Rong Yao later pondered his parents' behavior that day for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out.

However, she no longer wants to carve dolls in the shape of her mother.

The strength of the six-year-old girl is too small, and the sandalwood is much harder than the wood in the firewood room, Rong Yao feels that this paperweight is not carved very well, but she has already thought about it and said to the little boy: "This carving is not good, if you don't dislike it, I will carve something better for you in the future!" ”

The little boy looked as pale as usual, he glanced at the paperweight a few times and put it aside, and replied: "Thank you, I don't like carved things, you don't have to send me again in the future." ”

Then, the little boy also said a rare word to Rong Yao: "You are not my maid, you don't have to be like that to me in the future...... Solicitous. ”

Rong Yao directly said what he meant: "Little boy, are you ...... Something disgusted with me? ”

The little boy was silent when he heard this, so long that Rong Yao thought that he would not answer, so he saluted and planned to leave, but then the little boy replied: "I don't hate you." ”

"I don't dislike you, I just don't like hypocrisy."

The little boy squatted down, looked directly at Rong Yao and said: "At your young age, it is the right way to work hard, and flattery and flattery are not a long-term solution after all." ”

Rong Yao looked at the little boy, a little stunned.

Little boy is here, teach her to be a man?

Obviously, in her eyes, he is a child......

Moreover, what does the little boy mean that her way of survival is wrong?

However, the people who lived beautifully in the building in the previous life, as well as Mrs. Sun this time, are all so alive......

Everybody's making a show.

Rong Yao came back to his senses and saw the black and white eyes of the little boy.

She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

The appearance of the little boy is really handsome......

She once carved many dolls compared with the people around her and the people in the paintings hanging in the girls' houses, but the people she had seen and the dolls she had carved were not as delicate as the little boy.

Probably, the little boy was engraved by Nuwa Niangniang......

The thought of carving makes her mind think of strange associations.

Rong Yao stopped his thoughts and tried to summarize the words of the little boy: "You mean that I should go to school in the future, and don't pretend?" ”

The little boy smiled lightly and nodded: "That's what it means", and then got up and grabbed a handful of halva from the desk and stuffed it into the pocket sewn on her padded jacket.

Rong Yao left the little boy's yard in a trance.

The warm winter sun fell in the backyard of Sun's house, she crossed the curved bridge, crossed the flowers and trees, and it was bright as far as her eyes could see, and in that canteen, there was a delicate puppet laughing.