This summer came early, Jiao Niang is afraid of heat, it is the most difficult to sleep at this time, and in recent days, I don't know what happened to Licheng, the weather is so hot that it seems to have entered the dog days.

At night, Jiao Niang lay on the bed tossing and turning, even if Qinghuan shook the fan for her, it was still difficult to sleep.

Qing Huan saw that she was sweating even more when she tossed and turned, so she suggested, "Or the slave maid will accompany the girl to go outside." ”

In the hazy sky, a crescent moon shrouded in a faint light, sprinkled on the quiet road, the fragrance of flowers on both sides is overflowing, the light is faint, and the night and the scene are densely intertwined.

The pomegranate flower forest next to the water cloud room is adjacent to the Wenqu pond in the back garden, a few blooming lush pomegranate flowers stretch their branches, hanging gracefully on the pool, and there are two white cranes standing on the railing by the pool, and they are stretching their necks to hold the pomegranate flowers hanging down.

The embroidered shoes inlaid with pearls step by step from far to near, with the sound of the skirt rubbing, rattling, two white cranes looked together, saw someone, waved their wings, and flew to the two large stones raised in the pool.

"Girl, look, White Crane. The white shadow swept by, and Qing Huan was excited.

"Shhhh ”

Jiao Niang walked over quietly, and several semi-circular platforms were built on both sides of the pool to extend into the pool, next to the large lotus flowers. This lotus flower is different from the lotus flowers in other places, it opens during the day and closes at night as if it were asleep, so it is called a water lily.

I heard Qiao Niang say that this flower is not afraid of the cold, and often blooms until October and is still luxuriant.

The breeze blows on the water, and standing by the pool, you don't feel cool.

Jiao Niang closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze, and faintly heard a sad and sad music floating into her ears, which made people sad to listen to.

"Who is still playing music so late?" Qing Huan also heard it.

Jiao Niang was curious, so she looked for Yin, "Let's go and see." ”

Turn around the ditch pond, it is a Lingyun Peak piled up by a rockery, and behind the mountain is the Yuhuatai, from which the music comes from.

"Cousin Cheng Yu?" The lantern shone forward, Jiao Niang squinted and looked at the person sitting on the railing under the porch, and when she saw it clearly, she couldn't help but be surprised, he was holding Xun in his hand, and he was also shocked when he saw that it was her.

"Why are you here?" the two said in unison, and couldn't help but be happy, Cheng Yu smiled, his eyes were full of countless tenderness, "I haven't slept so late, am I arguing with you?"

Jiao Niang stepped on the steps and walked over, "The weather is too hot, I can't sleep, so I came out to walk around, and I happened to hear your Xun." ”

He seems to be a little different tonight, he has lost his strong clothes, and he is wearing a regular clothes, and his white clothes make him a little more elegant, no longer a dignified and majestic appearance, and there is still a faint trace of sadness and sadness between his eyebrows.

"If I heard it correctly, the last sentence that Cousin Yu played was the last two sentences in "Lamentation", "The bird flies against his hometown, and the fox dies and must be the first hill." Faith is not sinless and forsake it, and forget it day and night. "Cousin Yu is homesick?"

can hear his thoughts from his voice, Cheng Yu was slightly embarrassed, "Isn't it very unproductive?"

Jiao Niang shook her head, "If people don't feel homesick, then they are not as good as animals." She lowered her head and whispered, "I'm homesick too." ”

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, as if they were quietly thinking, a little, Cheng Yu opened his mouth, "Today is my mother's death day, and this Xun is the only relic she left me." ”

Jiao Niang suddenly, looked at him sideways, there was a faint gloom in the corners of his eyes, and he smiled at Jiao Niang Mingming, "I shouldn't have told you this." ”

The old lady's birthday is June, so it is taboo for someone to do a memorial service this month, so many years he didn't even dare to burn some paper money on his mother's death day, but every day he would blow a song to send his thoughts.

Jiao Niang is smart, and naturally understands in her heart, although the second aunt treats them as her own, but they are under the fence, which is not pleasant.

She said softly: "I don't have a mother either." The tone was mournful.

Cheng Yu's heart froze, feeling that she had made her think of her sadness, and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry." ”

Jiao Niang smiled at him, "What does it have to do with you? I just want to say that although my mother has passed away, I know that she has always been by my side." Whenever I miss her, I look at the stars in the sky, and you see, the brightest one is her. ”

She pointed to the sky, her eyes were as bright as stars, shining with dazzling light, Cheng Yu looked at her, and couldn't take her eyes off for a while, only feeling that no matter how beautiful things in this world were, they were not as good as her in front of her.

Jiao Niangjue was silent next to her, turned her head to look, and saw Cheng Yu looking at herself with a burning eye. Her face turned red, her head was lowered, and her raised hand was slowly lowered, but she was suddenly grabbed and held in her hand.

She looked up and fell into his burning gaze.

He was silent, and so was she, only two deep and shallow breaths lingering in the air.

"Cough!" Qing Huan made Jiao Niang wake up with a fake cough, and pulled her hand away, her cheeks were so hot that she couldn't breathe.

"I, I, tomorrow is the old lady's birthday, and I have to get up early, so I'll go back first. Jiao Niang's heart was flustered, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground immediately.

Cheng Yu grabbed it again, she lifted her skirt and ran away, leaving only a trace of her fragrance in her hand.

Back in the room, Jiao Niang couldn't sleep peacefully, her heartbeat was so strong, and when she closed her eyes, it was Cheng Yu's eyes.

The window was open, and there was a wisp of Xun sound, like a lingering sound, disturbing her heart lake.

Qing Huan saw that she was more energetic than before she went out, so she teased her, "If the girl really can't sleep, get up and make the shoes that Cheng Yugongzi has not yet made, just a few stitches away." When it is ready to be sent, it is good to repay Cheng Yugongzi for expressing his heartfelt affection late at night. ”

Jiao Niang's face was shy, throwing a pillow and hitting her, "What nonsense are you talking about, and if you talk nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart." He turned his head and lay down, ignoring her.

Qing Huan covered her mouth and snickered, blew out the candle, and withdrew.

The sound outside the window is not stopped, the swaying branches are reflected in, and for a moment, only to hear the sound of squirming and dressing, Jiao Niang got out of bed, lit a candle, picked up a book from the bookshelf casually, and flipped it at will, which was the page of "Guan Ju".

Guan Guanzhiju, in the east of the river, my fair lady, gentleman is good......

Ying Ying candle fire drilled into her eyes, as if the man's eyes were firmly staring at her, only to feel that her face was hot, and her heart was chaotic for a while, and she closed the window in annoyance, and also rejected the provocative voice out of the window.

At this time, when I went to read the book again, I couldn't see it, so I sent the ghost to take out the unfinished shoes.

This pair of shoes was roughly completed a few days ago, and the last shoe was almost embedded with a jade, she found a needle and thread, sewn a needle by needle, the needle and thread were densely turned, looking at people dizzy, in a trance, thinking of the long figure, and gentle and affectionate eyes, the corners of the mouth involuntarily hooked.

After the morrow, when the old lady's birthday feast was over, she gave him the shoes.