"Dada......"

A small green fruit rolled down the steps all the way to the door, and it was falling at Song Jiayao's feet. She picked up the fruit, held it in her hand and wiped it, and looked in the direction where the fruit rolled - Song Jiarou still maintained the posture of grasping it in her hand, with a surprised face, her fingers did not move, Song Jiayao seemed to be full of delicate and pretentiousness, and her lame play was done to the extreme.

On the rosewood table next to Song Jiaqi, there is also a plate of glazed hollow carved cups, which are filled with fresh green fruits. Song Jiayao looked at the green fruit in Xu Yan's hand and made sure that it came out with the one in the lamp.

"Sister, it's my sister's fault. My sister carried her love and brought this new green fruit to share with her sister, but my sister was not blessed and couldn't eat it. ”

Song Jiarou's face was full of sadness, her mouth was poignant, a pair of apricot eyes and pear blossoms brought rain, she looked at Song Jiaqi sadly, but the beautiful eyes never left Song Jiayao. I'm afraid that this scene is a little pinched, even if it comes by itself, even if it is officially started.

"But this green fruit? My sister has just rubbed it carefully, and Sister Jiarou will try it. ”

Song Jiayao just started singing in a hurry, and after thinking about the tone of the play, she went on the stage.

She handed the fruit in her hand, along with the handkerchief with the fruit wiping, to Song Jiarou. The other party saw that she was handed over like this, and he was embarrassed not to accept it, and the fruit was frozen in his hand like this, and he couldn't go up or down.

"Jiarou, let's eat."

Song Jiaqi reminded her appropriately that she was sitting on Song Jiarou's right, and Song Jiayao herself was standing behind Song Jiarou's left, and the two of them looked directly at the fruit in her hand. The play is here, and the words have already been spoken, and Song Jiarou can't eat this fruit today.

Under the gaze of the two, Song Jiarou took a small bite of the green fruit, her face turned from sunny to gloomy, and she blessed Song Jiayao and the others in a deep manner, and led the maid straight towards the gate without saying a word.

I saw half of the play, how can I do it without the ending. Song Jiayao swayed and hid behind the pillar at the gate of the courtyard, and sure enough, Song Jiarou was retching against the wall, in addition to the ridiculous demeanor and the inconvenient resentment in those eyes, those eyes were staring fiercely at the courtyard gate of Song Jiaqi, who had just gone out.

Song Jiayao came alone, and she didn't bring the maid with her, so she only used the excuse to say to Song Jiaqi that it was convenient to be courteous and not to delay more, seeing that Song Jiarou was ready to leave with the maid after vomiting, she simply went back quietly and easily.

But this person is leaving, but the dramas that Ming'er can watch are indispensable.

The next day.

Wang Xi came over with a basin of dirty clothes as usual, and the beautiful words that had been in his mouth for decades were still the same, and as soon as he was polite, he directly handed the basin to Song Jiarou's hand.

There are thirty or forty pieces of clothes in the basin, heavy brocade and gold fabric, it is very heavy to pick up the basin, Wang Xi came every day, these surface kung fu has already been tired, and he put the basin directly into Song Jiarou's hands, but this time the basin fell directly to the ground, and it fell freely, the clothes in the basin were scattered on the ground, and the clothes carved with gold and silver were stained with dust and fell into dust and mud, but no one picked it up.

Wang Xi and Song Jiarou looked at each other in pairs, but no one picked up the clothes that fell on the ground, Wang Xi stretched out his hand, pointed to the clothes, and said to Song Jiarou:

"The tired girl picked up this dress, went to wash it, and sent it to the eldest lady the day after tomorrow as usual."

Song Jiarou didn't bend down to pick up the clothes, but instead didn't bother with Wang Xi anymore, and went straight back to the house, leaving Wang Xi alone in the wind.

Wang Xi didn't say anything, just let the basin of clothes be thrown on the ground, and went straight to find Song Jiaqi, on the way, he couldn't help but add oil and vinegar to degrade Song Jiarou, and when Song Jiaqi arrived at Song Jiarou's yard, he was already angry.

Song Jiaqi led three or five rough envoys and seven or eight maids, all the way to Song Jiarou's yard and rushed over. The weather is getting hotter, the garden is full of green willows and flowers, and the flowers are in full bloom, but they are gradually declining. The birds returned to the forest, and the crows everywhere sounded. The sunset is all over the sky, such as dipping and dyeing, brilliant red like blood, it is dusk, there is a slight east wind, blowing on the human body is quite cool.

Song Jiayao shook her fan and walked to the gate of Song Jiarou's courtyard, and suddenly heard the noise of fighting inside, and there was a commotion.

The two rough envoys in the courtyard pressed Song Jiarou to death, and a maid lifted Song Jiarou's face with one hand, grabbed her hair with the other, and grabbed the black and shiny hair to reveal the white scalp inside. Song Jiarou's pale little face already has a bright red palm print, the red is bright red and dazzling, people can't take their eyes off, those beautiful eyes have tears in the corners of the eyes, sad and sad, a good picture of pear blossoms with rain, around that man can not feel distressed.

Unfortunately, Song Jiayao is unfortunately a woman, and she is not in the mood to pity the beauty. Since sweeping the snow in front of the door, she shook her fan and wanted to leave, but Rao was enough time for Song Jiarou to see her.

This time I didn't want to care about it, so Song Jiayao had to lift her feet and enter the courtyard. But seeing that Song Jiarou couldn't stand it anymore, she fainted with a whimper, and no matter how sad and sad the maid next to her was, she couldn't wake up. The maid saw that she couldn't wake up Song Jiarou, so she simply walked three or two steps on her knees, and came straight towards Song Jiayao, her mouth was poignant, and she complained about how Miss Dao and herself were unsatisfactory and how hard they worked. The listener who speaks is sad, and the listener weeps.

Song Jiayao was helpless, so she had to order the little maid to send Song Jiarou to her yard and take care of her first.

In Song Jiayao's yard, she was lying on Song Jiayao's bed at the moment. Song Jiarou lowered her eyes, the shadow under the thick eyelashes covered the look in her eyes, and she leaned quietly in Song Jiayao's arms, motionless.

Song Jiayao put her on the bed and wanted to turn around and cook some medicine for her, but she grabbed his sleeve. Song Jiayao turned around in surprise, and saw that her eyes were slightly rippling, her expression was half drunk and half awake, and there was a poignant smile on the corner of her mouth, which made people feel distressed when they saw it.

"Finally, talk to me for a while, I understand my body."

Her tone was very soft, very soft, like a gust of cold wind blowing in a person's body, cold to the bones for a moment, and when I tried to look for it again, the wind had already dispersed without a trace. Song Jiayao was helpless, so she had to sit on the edge of the bed to accompany her, and turned around and called the maid to serve the medicine.

The day in June has been hot and dry, fortunately there was a heavy rain last night, the branches of the flowers just bloomed do not know how much to fall, the stamens are on the ground, the pink petals are scattered, the air after the rain is clean and fragrant, early in the morning, it makes people feel comfortable.

Song Jiarou raised her hands high, rolled the bamboo curtain higher, and smiled softly:

"Before the sun comes up, hurry up and let the house breathe, the inside of the province is only stuffy."

A little girl is holding a wet small bamboo basket and waiting, and there are all kinds of small fruit bowls on the table, white porcelain, pastel, crystal, star anise, sunflower petals, dazzling, beautiful. The maid rolled up her sleeves and put all kinds of fruits that were still stained with water droplets on the plate one by one, looked up and grinned:

"The rain last night was really scary, hula, like a whip board, I listened to the sound of water falling to the ground, and my heart trembled."

Song Jiayao stepped in from outside, put down the tea tray in her hand, and walked to the table in three or two steps to get water to drink.

Song Jiarou glanced at her and said with a smile: "Have you gone to Mrs. to eat?" Eh, don't worry, drink slowly, who grabbed it from you?"

Song Jiayao put down the water cup, still insufficient, and poured a big bowl to drink,

"This morning, the salt-and-pepper fried quail eggs on the master's dinner table taste really good, the lord rewarded me to eat, I didn't keep my mouth shut, I ate a few more, salty me......"

"You deserve it." Song Jiarou glared at her, "Tell you to eat alone, and don't give me some evenly." ”

In this sick day, Song Jiarou came a lot, came out of the morning to visit the door, even at night, and came to Song Jiayao's yard with her sick body. On this day, as soon as Song Jiayao came out of the house, she saw that she didn't sleep at night, standing in the yard watching the stars.

"You don't want to die, standing in this wind blowing in such weather?"

Song Jiayao opened her mouth to call her, and Song Jiarou felt cold in her vest, and her hands and feet were already frozen, so she only said:

"I saw a good starlight for a day, and I watched it for a while."

Song Jiayao said: "What's so beautiful about the stars, stand for a while and see if your skin is not frozen." ”

Song Jiarou also felt that it was freezing, so she went back to the house with her, and sat by the charcoal fire to warm up for a while, and then she felt relieved. Song Jiarou fell asleep first, and after a while, she listened to her breathing, apparently asleep. The charcoal fire in the brazier burned, and the red stars gradually faded to ashes.

There was not much oil in the lamp, the flame jumped, Song Jiayao pulled out the hairpin in the middle of the hair and dialed the wick, listening to the cold wind outside the window, the wind was blowing stronger and stronger.

It was another night of wind and rain, Song Jiayao lay on her side on the bed, opened her eyes and looked straight at the green water flow outside the hanging window, imagining that the water slowly flowed along the window edge into the soil, and gradually the rain stopped, and a fat moon flashed out of the dark sky like splashing ink lightly, with a shy round face, through the dense water vapor, slowly refracting a strange luster, like crystal chips, she slept not calmly, half-asleep and half-awake, the wind sounded like in her ears, whimpering all night.

Day by day, day by day, Song Jiarou recovered her injuries in Song Jiayao's yard. The doctor saw that it was a deficiency disease in the mother's womb, and this time the fright was too much, so he was so weak, and he only said that he would raise it well, and this maintenance was half a month.

In the past half a month, Song Jiayao and Song Jiarou have been getting along day by day, and this girl is not as difficult to get along with as she thought.

If people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed. She also wants to live, that's all, she is not wrong, but she is not right, it's just that the two of them chose two different paths. There are many poor people in this world, not many of her, not more than her, if you want to pity one by one, I am afraid that I will not be able to give money in the past if I am tired to death, so I just let her die by herself, I don't want to deliberately pity her, and I don't have to deliberately block her way. The bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, and each goes his own way.