Zhu Yao fetched the well water, and saw Jing Ying sitting on a small stool, with her hands folded on her lap, a small head on her hand, and a round little face reflecting the red light of the stove on her side, which looked particularly cute.

She sighed softly, this little girl is really like a pig. She quietly put down the bucket in her hand, and was about to call Jingying to get up. Suddenly, a strange smell wafted in.

"Oops! What the hell did you add to this girl? Zhu Yao's gentle face suddenly appeared, and she hurriedly pushed the sleeping Jing Ying.

"Huh?! What the? …… Is the porridge burnt? ......" Jing Ying quickly rubbed her big eyes and hurriedly stepped forward to remove the lid of the pot. I saw a pot of white jade-like porridge rolling quietly, there was nothing wrong with it. She was about to ask, but when she turned around, she saw that Zhu Yao's face was a little pale, pointing to the messy pile of firewood.

"You...... What firewood did you just add to it? Zhu Yao said slightly annoyed, and her usual whispering voice was also a little higher.

"This ...... Are these bamboo branches? Can't you burn it? Jing Ying was murdered by her, and suddenly pouted aggrievedly, and a pair of round big eyes were full of water. Woo, today's Sister Zhu Yao is so fierce.

"You! …… What a help! Zhu Yao hurriedly squatted down, pulled all the firewood that was burning to the ground, and hurriedly scooped a scoop of water and poured it on it.

"Shhh There was a soft sound, and a thick smoke rose up, accompanied by a pungent smell of firewood.

"Me? What's wrong with me? Jing Ying looked at the mess and asked confusedly. Zhu Yao picked up the half-burned bamboo branch on the ground and said angrily, "What's the matter?" This bamboo burns with a strong smell of smoke, and if you use it to cook the porridge that Mr. eats, will the smell of fire run into the porridge? How can you eat your husband? ”

As she spoke, she stomped her foot in annoyance: "Two days ago, I burned this bamboo without firewood at hand, but Mr. used two mouthfuls and didn't use it again." You...... It's all my fault, I didn't make it clear in advance, this time it's good, how can I have a good breakfast if I delay my husband's breakfast! ”

As she spoke, she picked up the whole pot of porridge in annoyance, and when she was annoyed, she poured a pot of porridge into the bucket next to her.

When Jing Ying saw it, she was distressed and annoyed, and shouted, "Mr. All day, sir." It's as if you feel most sorry for Mr. Mr. is easy-going on weekdays, which one of the things to eat and wear is not arbitrary, but you are the most attentive, I don't know, and you are like Mr.'s wife. What's wrong with this pot of porridge? Are you in the way of serving your husband's meal? Doesn't it smell like firewood? If you don't eat it, you can let us eat it. I saw that Sister Zhu Yao was becoming more and more expensive. I'm clumsy and clumsy, I'll go back to Mr. today, assign a messenger to chop wood and burn the fire, and be a rough girl, it's better than being nagged by you every day. ”

After she finished a long sentence, she turned around and ran away crying. ，

Zhu Yao was stunned for a moment, and her tears were also rolled down with anger, and half of the blackened bamboo branch in her hand also fell to the ground.

“…… I don't know, it's like you're the wife of a gentleman......"

Mr. Madame? How could I be so blessed to be the wife of such a fairy-like character...... What's more, he is his own savior. When he stretched out his slender hand carved like white jade and pulled her up from the mud, his panicked eyes met the indifferent and gentle eyes,

The little Zhu Yao knew that the involvement of her life was inseparable from the owner of these eyes.

……

Zhu Yao wiped away her tears, washed the rice again, and made a firewood.

The jumping firelight reflected her fair face, and the girl's unique moist complexion contained a trace of sorrow that could not be dissolved.

Sir, sir...... She sighed softly, and a crystal tear fell quietly.

……

Jing Ying ran out crying and went all the way to the back mountain. It's clean over there, no matter how loud you cry, you won't wake up Uncle Zhang, the porter, and Sister Zhu Yao's husband!

Jing Ying ran for a while, in the end, it was a child's heart, and she stopped crying for a while, just walked in the bamboo forest. Although Sister Zhu Yao is more sincere, her heart is good, in the end, she is a maid who serves Mr. together, so she has to be harmonious.

Jing Ying is cheerful on weekdays, and her anger comes and goes quickly. After thinking about it, I still have to go back and help clean up. Since Mr. Xijing, there are only three or four people left after moving here.

Sister Zhu Yao and herself have to do a lot of things every day. Ay...... I can't live in a good courtyard, but I want to live in a place where birds don't.

Sir is weird! Jing Ying pretended to follow the example of a gentleman with her hands behind her back, paced a few steps, and sighed. I giggled again when I finished studying.

She entertained herself, and learned the way her husband walked, the way she read, but unfortunately she always learned to learn, and she always learned not to be chic, three points of casualness, and the calmness of the peerless style.

Oops...... I'm really a stupid girl!

She giggled and was about to walk to the bamboo house, when suddenly an imperceptible sound of the piano came from the mountain, and the sound of the piano was accompanied by the sound of bamboo leaves blown by the wind in the bamboo forest, which was particularly elegant and indescribable.

Jing Ying's round eyes lit up suddenly: "Yes, sir!" With that, she turned and ran back up the hill.

The sound of the piano is intermittent, and every time the sound of the piano gradually falls, it is another dial, which seems to be random to the extreme, but this batch is really dialed into people's hearts.

Jing Ying naturally didn't understand the deep meaning of such an esoteric piano sound. She walked breathlessly, and every now and then she stopped to listen to the sounds.

I really wish I could become a monkey and swing in this forest a few times before I can appear in front of Mr.

She was halfway there, and suddenly there was no sound at all, and she was looking around blankly, anxiously about to shout, when she suddenly saw a pale blue back sitting cross-legged on the mountain rock in front of her.

Dressed in a pale cyan robe, with a guqin on his knees, his long and silky black hair coiled into a bunch at will, and only a simple green hosta.

is such a bland outfit to the extreme, but it makes people feel that the person's back is full of Tsinghua, just like the bamboo forest's light and agile movement is in his every move. The wide long sleeves on his body were slightly wrinkled, like the emerald color of the lake being blown by the mountain wind, rippling and rippling.

"Ying girl, are you here?" The man said with a light smile, his laughter was clear, as if there was a hint of the sound of bamboo clashing. It's intoxicating to smell.

Jing Ying looked at his back blankly, and the words she thought about suddenly fell in her throat, and she just wanted to watch him sit leisurely on the mountain rock, plucking the strings at will.

I don't know if this mountain wants to be cleared and empty because of him, or if he is lined with green mountains like promises.