Chapter 201: Spring Song

Be careful when you get out of the blue brand and try to stay out as little as possible. Bai Ling added, "Recently...... It may not be peaceful. ”

Ai Songqing was a little puzzled and wanted to ask Bai Ling for details, but Bai Ling could only shake her headβ€”she had only heard a few words from Yuan Zhen.

"That's ......" Ai Songqing looked at Nian Nian with some regret, and suddenly sighed a little embarrassed.

Bai Ling was a little surprised, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nian Nian said last night that she wanted to go out for a walk, I originally wanted to take her to the music shop the day after tomorrow...... "Ai Songqing said, "I also taught her a few songs last night, and said that we could sing together when the time comes." ”

Bai Ling understood.

Ai Songqing looked at Bai Ling, and his voice was deliberately lowered, "If the palace says that it has not been peaceful recently, is it better for us not to take the child out?" ”

Bai Ling didn't speak for a while-if it weren't for Ai Songqing mentioning this, she wouldn't have paid attention to it, Niannian basically hadn't been out of the Lan number during this time, and most of the time the place where she was active was this room, and the small courtyard that hadn't been weeded much outside.

The voices of the two of them stopped talking abruptly, and Nian Nian also noticed the sudden silence here, and looked up at Bai Ling.

The little girl was sitting on the bed playing with the rabbit doll, and when she looked up, she saw Ai Songqing and Bai Ling both looking at her, and she involuntarily stopped and hugged the rabbit in her arms tighter.

"It's okay," Bai Ling said with a smile, "I'm talking to your sister Songqing about taking you to Le Fang the day after tomorrow." ”

Niannian jumped out of bed with the rabbit in her arms and walked to Bai Ling and Ai Songqing's side, "...... Is it okay to go? ”

Looking at Niannian's eyes, Bai Ling and Ai Songqing were a little embarrassed.

Bai Ling's throat moved, and he whispered to Ai Songqing, "...... In fact, Gonggong Yuan also said last night, 'The fire can't burn a hundred flowers'. ”

Ai Songqing burst out laughing - sure enough, even Bai Ling couldn't bear to be a bad guy in front of Nian Nian.

"Then we'll be careful." Ai Songqing said with a smile, "When I go to Lefang today, I will also find out the news by the way." ”

……

This morning, Bai Ling and Nian Nian stayed in the small courtyard together.

Nian Nian changed into old clothes to catch grasshoppers in the yard, and Bai Ling sat on the steps of the corner tower and watched her.

The grasshoppers she had caught before were all in a small jar nearby, and she covered the mouth of the jar with a thin wooden board, but Niannian ignored it, she picked up another dead branch from nowhere, and was digging a hole in the ground vigorously.

The sun fell on the courtyard, reflecting the few locks of hair that Nian Nian had turned pale yellow. At this moment, Nian Nian is playing selflessly, and that small mud pit is her most important career at the moment.

Bai Ling leaned his elbows against the steps behind him, and looked at the thoughts of several gray and black handprints on half of his face from a distance, and suddenly felt that this moment was a little beautiful.

But the next moment, a slight sadness captured Bai Ling's heart again.

In this Baihuaya, maybe less than 100 meters away from her, the lives of those children who are the same age or older than Niannian are probably completely different.

I wonder what they're doing or thinking at the moment?

Bai Ling's eyebrows frowned slightly, she promised Yuan Zhen last night that she would write an excerpt for Chen Yicong today, and talk about how to deal with the matter of child prostitutes in Baihuaya.

She had to come up with a way, a way not to hurt the other flower kilns, but also to save some children.

In the distance, Nian Nian shook the head of the jar containing seven or eight grasshoppers downward, and those grasshoppers all ran out half-jumping and half-flying, Niannian was not afraid at all, after making sure that there were no insects in the jar, she ran to the water pit not far away with the small can, scooped up a little water, and poured it into the soil pit she had just dug.

She carefully took off her shoes and played with mud while humming a song, barefoot and mud.

Bai Ling was far away and didn't really hear it, but the tone sounded a little Zen.

She stood up, walked closer to Nian Nian and listened for a while.

Nian Nian is repeating a song over and over again.

"Niannian," Bai Ling shouted softly, "what are you singing?" ”

Nian Nian raised her head, "I'm singing the song that Sister Songqing taught yesterday." ”

Bai Ling asked for a while, and finally heard clearly, although the tune changed back and forth, but Nian Nian sang only one sentence from beginning to end - thousands of mountains reflect the moon together, and all households are spring.

It sounds like this should be a Buddhist saying.

Bai Ling sang along with Nian Nian, and Nian Nian clapped his hands when he heard it, and praised Bai Ling for learning quickly.

Bai Ling smiled again and asked, "What is this song called?" ”

"Spring Song." Nian Nian replied, "Sister Songqing said that she sings about spring, and she will sing many such songs. ”

"Ah...... I also heard a song called "Spring Song". Bai Ling said suddenly.

Nian Nian dropped the dead branch in his hand and ran to Bai Ling's side, "Can Sister Bai Ling sing?" ”

Bai Ling thought for a while, groped and sang:

Spring has a hundred flowers and autumn has a moon,

There is a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.

If there is nothing to worry about,

It's a good time on earth.

Nian Nian learned it a few times, and he learned it quickly, and the two sat in the courtyard and sang softly.

When it was almost noon, the sun in the sky was blazing, Nian Nian played all morning, at this time he was a little hungry and a little tired, Bai Ling made a bucket of water to wash Nian Nian's hands and feet, and after lunch, Nian Nian went to bed alone to take a nap, Bai Ling sat down at the desk.

She spread out the paper, poured water into the inkstone, and after gently grinding the ink with an ink stick, Bai Ling took the pen and wrote on the paper, "The former inner court psychologist and the current teacher of the workshop are guilty of Bai Ling's performance."

This letter was written by Bai Ling quickly, and she wrote a thousand words, and it was completed with almost no revisions or pauses.

Bai Ling stood under the corridor outside with the paper in his hand, letting the hot sunlight outside directly dry on the paper, and the ink on it dried in a short time.

Bai Ling rolled up the paper and directly handed it to the turtle paw on duty in the corridor on this floor, and asked him to help send it to the Golden Pavilion and hand it to Yuan Zhen.

Before Bai Ling's words fell, a burst of crying suddenly broke out in the room, Bai Ling turned his head, knowing that he should have woken up from Niannian, so he didn't say anything more, urging the turtle paw to go quickly.

Sure enough, Bai Ling pushed open the door and saw Nian Nian holding the doll rabbit, already crying and sweating.

Seeing Bai Ling appear again, Nian Nian quickly opened his hand and ran towards Bai Ling, Bai Ling held the child in his arms, and patted her on the back while coaxing softly.

Niannian's cry quickly turned from a howl to a whimper, and his hands didn't even wipe the tears from his face, but clutched the hair that fell from his shoulders.

Bai Ling sat back on the bed with the child in his arms, still talking to Nian Nian in a low voice as before.

In the more than 20 days since her mother left, Nian Nian has gradually learned to use some basic emotional vocabulary to describe her feelings, and she choked up and told Bai Ling that when she woke up, she was very scared to see that there was no one in the room.

Bai Ling held the little girl's hand, comforting and explaining.

When Niannian's crying stopped, Ai Songqing also returned from the music workshop.

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