An abandoned mill in the south of the city has been vacant since its lonely owner died of illness. The yard is not small, but because it is untended all year round, coupled with the continuous rain for a while, the weeds grow rapidly, and some of them are waist-high.

The dilapidated window lattices were casually leaned, as if the slightest breeze could blow them off completely. The window paper appears to be new, and there are signs that the paste has not dried completely. The door seemed to have just been reinforced, but simply and crudely, because from the outside, the wooden planks nailed horizontally and vertically to the outside had no beauty at all, let alone any atmosphere. Although this part of the capital has always been prosperous, and the houses are in demand, but even so, in such a place, I am afraid that even Hanako is not willing to live for a long time.

Surprisingly, there have been two people living here recently, and they are two women! Although this mill is not a murderous house, its geographical location and its unique degree of destitude make it difficult for even men to move in, let alone two women! However, there were two women who moved in.

The older woman, coarse green clothes, head wrapped in a blue scarf, although a little older, but a cold face shows the charm of the year, even now, as long as a little pandering, this should be a gorgeous woman. It's a pity that this woman's demeanor is really nothing worthy of praise, and there is no smile on her seemingly handsome face. She was accompanied by a little girl named Taohua'er, who didn't look very old, just a teenager. Although he was born smart, Shaohua was also very beautiful, but it was a pity that he was the same as that woman, his face was cloudy all day long, and he could never see a smile.

The area around the mill is often filled with the aroma of incense, and the pleasant sound of wooden fish in the morning and evening. Just because there are no people around the mill, both the aroma and the sound of the wooden fish are very lonely. The woman seldom went out, even the courtyard, and the dilapidated door, which could not shelter from the wind and rain, seemed to have become all her confinement. She only sent the Buddha to recite the scriptures in the house, copied the scriptures in her spare time, and sometimes copied them all night. No one knew if she was tired or not, and even the little girl named Taohua'er didn't dare to come forward and ask.

The little girl named Peach Blossom is not out of the gate, she still has to come out every day, and the path leading to the gate in the yard is the result of her hard work in the past few days. It's a pity that there are no tools here, and the little girl doesn't have any strength, so she can barely make a path with a lot of effort. As for the wild grass all over the yard, if she finishes cleaning it up, it is estimated that this year's winter will come. But Peach Blossom doesn't care about this, in addition to taking care of the woman every day, she competes with these weeds, and her immature face always exudes stubbornness that does not admit defeat.

The woman and the little girl look very poor, but every two days, there are special people who push a cart here to deliver food and food, fresh fruits, and pastries from a famous pastry shop in Beijing, not to mention the taste of the things inside, just look at the exquisite packaging and know that the price is expensive

But apart from the necessary food and vegetables, the women never took a bite of the pastry. Poor peach blossom girl, looking at those pastries, can only lick her lips. However, it is also thanks to the fact that there are few people here, otherwise such a strange image must have been discussed a long time ago, and it would be impossible for the two women to live a peaceful life.

A few days ago, the sultry weather suddenly had a refreshing cool breeze, and people all over the capital were celebrating the joy of this summer, but unfortunately, the good days lasted for so many days. Not to mention the sunshine three strokes, even if it is a midnight dream, the humid stuffiness will wake people up from their dreams. The rich house may still have some ice cubes and sour plum soup to cool off the heat, but this is a mill, and even if someone once brought sour plum soup, she would never taste it even if it was placed in front of a woman. The woman refused to speak, and it was impossible for the peach blossoms to drink even if they wanted to. It may be understandable why Peach Blossom is so sad all day long, with such a master, no one must be in the mood to be happy.

It was another hot day, and the day's scorching finally came to an end after sunset, but the roasted earth, which was almost ripe, continued to exert its power at night. The mill was full of damp smells mixed with all sorts of musty smells. The woman was still neatly dressed, but unfortunately Peach Blossom couldn't stand it anymore, she didn't care about the distinction between master and servant, she only cared about picking up the thinnest clothes and wearing them on her body, but even so, it was difficult to stop the beads of sweat that were the size of beans from oozing from her forehead. The sleeves have been rolled up, the neckline has been opened for the most part, and the cold water in hand has not known how many scoops have been poured in, but Peach Blossom still feels unbearably hot. She held a huge fan in one hand and kept fanning the woman who copied the scriptures, although the woman told her not to fan it, but how dare Peach Blossom do that? Could it be that watching the master suffer and enjoying the cool breeze by himself? So, the fan in her hand did not stop, and the sweat on her face did not stop, even if the woman was copying the scriptures quietly, it was not difficult to find that there was dense fine sweat oozing from her forehead.

The lights of the mill flickered feebly, and the dim light cast the figures of the master and servant onto the ruined walls, revealing two heavy colors.

Outside the mill, two figures stood facing each other, one emaciated and the other round-armed, separated by a distance of a foot wide, and they did not seem to be talking to each other, but staring intently at the faint light that emanated from the inside of the mill.

This has been happening for three days in a row, and I don't know if it will happen again in the future.

Three days ago, when the lights were on, the two men came here for the first time, and stood silently for about an hour, like two people who did not know each other, just to catch a glimpse of the figure in the mill, and when they saw it, they gave their wish, and then they went their separate ways. Although they are in the same direction, although they are the same path, the two have never had a word of conversation. The bright moon and the stars in the sky watched the two silently, and accompanied them for a long time.

The next day was still about the same hour, in the same place, and the two arrived one after another, and gazed and watched for a long time, until the lights in the mill were completely extinguished, and they left as if they had completed their task.

Today, it's the third day, or about the same hour, maybe because of the previous tacit understanding, this time the two of them arrived at the same time. The ghostly shadows of the trees emitted a few terrible shadows in the moonlight, and the flickering lights swayed in the distance, and the noisy insects around them flew back and forth, wantonly screaming to suck blood.

The night was still destined to be sweltering.

A slender figure in the mill was moving back and forth, it was Peach Blossom helping to make the bed, and the woman was still quietly copying the scriptures. Although she is a woman, her handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and she does not lose her male demeanor at all. The sharpness of the pen at the end of the pen is so fierce that even a calligrapher can't help but admire the handwriting a little.

Peach Blossom stopped making the bed and picked up the fan, she gently walked to the woman's side, slowly shook the fan, the breeze from the fan slowly lifted the paper for copying scriptures, the woman's face remained focused, and Peach Blossom's hand was a little lighter.

The woman's dress and food were very simple, but only the paper on which the scriptures were copied was very luxurious, and the pen she held on to was rare in gold.

Peach Blossom looked at the woman's scriptures, many of which she didn't know, even if she knew it, she couldn't understand it, even if she could understand it, she couldn't understand it, and even if she understood it, she couldn't understand any real connotation at all. It's just that she has nothing to do, and in such a room, she really has no place to look, only the woman's pen seems to have a different style.

The ink on the tip of the pen seemed to be a little less, and the woman dipped the pen, and the peach blossom obediently put down the fan and gently sharpened the ink. The heavy ink fragrance gradually spread under the hands of the peach blossoms, and the peach blossoms felt that it was a rare fragrance.

"Madame's ink fragrance is really rare in the world, and the scriptures copied with such ink will definitely be liked by the Buddha." Peach Blossom muttered. The woman glanced at her, and she felt a little pity for this servant, and if she had not insisted on doing so, I am afraid that this child would not have come to this place at all.

Perhaps it was the guilt in her heart, the woman stopped the pen in her hand and said, "You like it so much, I will teach you to write tomorrow, and your words will be so fragrant." ”

"I don't have this blessing, this is the ink specially prepared by the master for Mrs., even Mrs. Liu doesn't have it, how can I use this?" Peach Blossom glanced at the woman, and she picked up the pen again thoughtfully, but the speed of the copy slowed down significantly.

"Madam, in fact, the master is good enough for you...... Even if it's a young master...... The young master also has a lot of respect for you, Madame, this time, the young master just met the woman he liked......"

"Peach Blossom! That's not something you should be talking about! The woman's face suddenly turned cold, but Peach Blossom was not a little afraid, she continued as if she had been prepared, "I know that Madame doesn't like to hear this, but even if Peach Blossom doesn't say it, people outside will see it!" Even if you are angry with the young master, what about the master? You know, the master has been here for three days......" Peach Blossom lowered her head in fear of the woman's cold gaze, but she still insisted on finishing her words.