The courtyard is very quiet at night.

At this time, when the osmanthus flowers are thick, when I pass through the corridor of this courtyard, she crushes it with my sleeve wind at night. The evening breeze is so cold, I can't help but shiver, the grass is full of residual flowers blown down by the wind, Su Wei cherishes the flowers very much, if she sees this carefully planted flower falling silently, it can't help but make people overwhelmed, she will wipe her tears in the morning.

"Qijun, pick up the flowers to make sachets." I stopped to look at the remnants.

"Miss, this flower has been soaked in mud, it is estimated that it was last night's rain, and it should not be used." Qijun squatted down and picked up a handful of osmanthus flowers, sniffed them, put them on the palm of his hand, and spread them with his thumb.

"Wash and dry, don't see it." I say.

"This yard is full of flowers planted by my wife, but I love the evergreen one the most." Ah Mao looked at the young man and said.

"Mother has always loved flowers, and she also loves evergreen." I bent down to look at the potted plant.

"Let's go, or the dinner will be over." Ah Mao Chang began to get anxious.

"Yes, Miss, last night I took advantage of Lan Xin's sleep and got the key to Qiu Feng's door." Seven Monarchs whispered to me.

"Well done, hurry."

Qiu Feng's room is on the second floor.

I walked briskly, almost running, and I stepped up the stairs of the fish tank in three steps, causing the fish to stir up a small wave.

"Miss, you have to raise your noble feet, I don't have any food to serve new koi." Ah Mao folded his hands and prayed to me.

"I see." Ignoring Ah Mao's pleading, I quickly ran to the second floor.

In this corridor, there are some ink and blue paintings, which are from the hands of Ziyang's famous artists, and they are truly full of ink.

Ink painting is the favorite type of painting of the lawmaker.

He loves this elegant and noble temperament, not as heavy and deep as gouache, nor as thick and deep as the oil painting. A simple painting of "Summer Lotus" actually painted the dragonfly in the pond as if flying out of rice paper and turned into an immersive scene, and the lotus flowers are dotted with jade beads, just like a doll that has just come out of the bath, washing away the dirt and getting a new sense of thought. This painter is so good, and he interprets it so vividly.

Close to Qiu Feng's room is a calligraphy work.

Qiu Feng has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child. She is proficient in five kinds of scripts, cursive, official script, seal script and regular script. But her favorite is regular script and wild grass, and the people who can switch between these two completely different fonts are probably the only ones who are the most infiltrated.

The calligraphy works on the wall are horizontal and horizontal, and the brushwork is like flowing clouds and water, like the water that bursts the embankment, sonorous and powerful.

This is exactly Qiu Feng's penned artifact.

Qiu Feng's room was in the innermost part of the corridor, and Xinwen lived with her. Also on the second floor is the room of Ritsu and Jinyu, in the middle. She really chose this room shrewdly, there was no noise up and down the stairwell, and it was far away from the distractions, and we lived on the third floor, Jin'er lived next door to us, we happened to be in the front of the stairwell, and we could still hear all kinds of sounds often.

I don't know if Jin'er did it on purpose, she always practiced the piano when we were about to fall asleep, and we couldn't say anything.

"Seven Gentlemen, the key." I bent down to look at the keyhole in Qiu Feng's door.

I saw Qijun take off his shoes, pick up a shoe and shake it in turn, and a key fell off.

"Wouldn't it? Did you put the keys here? Mao covered his nose and held the key with two fingers.

"The Seven Monarchs really follow me." I smiled and touched Qijun's head.

Qijun squinted his eyes and smirked at me.

When I opened the door, I could smell only a scent, wafting everywhere, filling every corner of the room.

The smell is like a fresh orange aroma, complemented by the coolness of mint, and sometimes kneaded into the tantalizing rose aroma, like being in an endless garden, you can't get out for a long time.

"This aroma is too strong." Ah Mao covered his nose with one hand and fanned away the aroma with the other.

I saw Qijun take out a wet handkerchief and wipe the door lock.

"Just in case." Qijun said.

Qijun is my close servant, I have never treated her as an outsider, she has no father and mother since she was a child, I brought her back to the Gu family from Tenghua, she has always been grateful to me. She has followed me all these years, taking care of me meticulously, and even many small details, she will take the initiative to handle them for me.

"Where?" I muttered as I rummaged around as the Seven Monarchs followed me to restore the location of the messed things for me.

"I remember that at that time, Qiu Feng was wrapped in a piece of crab blue floral cloth, I remember it very much." Ah Mao stretched out a finger and said to me, as if he had discovered a new continent, his eyes glowing.

"Then you should hurry up and find it." I rolled my eyes at Mao Chang.

On a dresser, there is a notebook with an inky blue cover, and the cover is written "Indefinitely" in red pen and ink. When I opened the first page, there was no handwriting, I closed the book again, and pressed the side with my thumb to turn the page quickly, and the dust that had been left for a long time hit my nose, making my nose itch and stop.

The yellowed paper inside, a bookmark had fallen, and an unknown dried flower, which Qijun picked up and gave me, which read: "Only sneaking away and secretly parting, there is no late stage of mutual willingness." "Isn't this Bai Juyi's "Hidden Farewell"?

The handwriting of this bookmark is delicate and the style is charming, but it is not like Qiu Feng's handwriting, but like a man's writing. It's not important, what matters is the content of the bookmark, Qiu Feng is a single woman, is the source of the bookmark Jin'er's biological father?

Qijun immediately helped me clip the bookmark back to the middle of the notebook, and on page forty-seven, she remembered it so clearly, and the dried flowers were sandwiched on page thirty-two.

"Miss, there's no time." The Seven Monarchs whispered to me in my ear.

I moved the notebook a little further.

At this moment, Ah Mao Chang crawled out from under the bed, crawling like a frog, crawling hand and foot on the ground and crawling forward. When he came out, he coughed several times, patted the cobwebs and dust on his clothes, and shook his hair with both hands.

"There's nothing under the bed, Qiu Feng is really sloppy, I actually turned out a few pairs of socks covered with cockroach eggs." Mao Chang held up his socks and showed them to us.

"Ahem, ahem." Qijun and I covered our noses, "Take it away, I hate it to death." ”

"Cabinets?" The three of us looked at the cabinet together.

As we were about to walk towards the cabinet, Lan Xin's voice came from outside the door.

"Really, I don't know where I lost my keys. I was also fined a month for self-payment of food stamps. Lan Xin outside the door seemed to be resentful.

The three of us quickly ducked into the cabinet and gently closed the door.

"It seems that Lan Xin couldn't find the key and was fined." I said with my mouth covered.

"It's all your fault." Ah Mao laughed secretly, and I almost laughed out of breath between them.

"What? Would you be here without my keys? You get me out. Qijun stretched out his hand and pulled Ah Mao's long sleeve from behind me.

The cabinet shook instantly.

"Hey! Don't make trouble, it'll be miserable when Lan Xin comes in. I booed the two of them.

"I think I heard the sound of the door locking." Ah Mao said.

"Don't talk anymore." I covered Ah Mao's long mouth.

The door was gently pushed open.

"Every Saturday noon, I have to deliver the letter at this time, it's annoying." Lan Xin said.

So, we heard the sound of the drawer being pushed and pulled.

The sound of the door lock was heard again.

I opened the cabinet door, walked to the dresser, and rummaged through every drawer, all of which were Qiu Feng's daily jewelry, and it seemed that we were a step too late.

"Far away, close at hand." Qijun said.

At this time, Qiu Feng shouted Lan Xin's name in the courtyard.

"Lan Xin, Lan Xin!"

"Coming, coming, Miss."

We took advantage of this gap and hurried away.

Early in the morning, the seven kings opened the curtains for me at six o'clock, and when the sun pierced my sleepy eyes at seven o'clock, I turned over and over. At this time, several turtledoves stood on the balcony and sang, and the bird's call was as crisp as biting dates, better than the sound of nature, it was such a graceful rhapsody.

I decided to take advantage of this good time to go downstairs.

After the Seven Monarchs groomed me, they changed me into a set of dresses.

This dress is a two-piece suit, wearing a white shirt as the base, this bright white color makes my whole person look more energetic.

"Mademoiselle still has this dress." The Seven Monarchs showcased.

This dress is a brown and brown-green plaid skirt with a pleated skirt and a lace trim on the skirt, which looks like a Westerner.

"Why do you still have to wear it? It's nice to wear it like I do. "Now I'm wearing a white shirt and Hanfu pants.

"Miss, can you be more discerning?" Qijun rolled his eyes.

"This is what the Shen family son asked me to pass on to you."

"What?" At this time, Qijun zipped up the skirt for me, and I hurriedly turned around.

"It should have been sent the Gu family's seasonal clothes, I think Lan Xin also took it, but it doesn't look as good as yours." Lan Xin said with a smile, and then helped me close the zipper.

"And this bronze leather boot, it's a match." I sat down, and the Seven Monarchs changed it for me.

I stood in front of the mirror, looked at myself in front of me, and couldn't believe it, I put on my dress.

I had breakfast, and with all kinds of questions, I walked to the courtyard unconsciously.

A man in a white shirt sat under a large tree, his eyes as clean as a fountain, and the color of his hair was naturally sprinkled with orange. He sat upright in a wicker chair with light gray trousers wrapped around his shirt and a black belt around his waist, black socks on his ankles that were not decent, and his leather shoes shining so brightly in the sun.

He is painting an orange cat in front of him, also known as "sketching." ”

It's him, Shen Yaze.

Recently, two very cute orange cats crawled into the courtyard, and they were very curious to see the pebbles on the ground, and from time to time they vigorously cut off their paws on the stone road. I often see two orange cats huddled together with each other, their hair is as yellow as orange, between the hair, orange and pure white, the big cherry eyes shimmer with the breath of water, stretching out in the sun, the loose posture is really cute.

Unexpectedly, he was also attracted to this orange cat, and the two orange cats stretched a big waist at the same time, and the pink furry foot pads pushed forward, which was enough to make people fall into the gentle swamp and couldn't extricate themselves.

He bent down to clean his brushes at the bucket at his feet, and suddenly looked at me.

I saw him in the sun, smiling gently at me.

I nodded to him and walked straight over to him.