In March of the eighth year of Rongjin, the wild goose garden spent a simple, warm and lively New Year, and the garden was still filled with a New Year's atmosphere that had not completely dispersed. Most of the people in the garden experienced the era of the last war, and the older ones were still embarrassed to see the couplets and other objects pasted on the door for the New Year, and sighed that they had survived the hard days in a flash, and looked at the current peaceful situation with a sense of unreality like the rest of their lives.

Dongfang Yan leaned on the beauty couch in a plain dark dress, the light fragrance lingered on the nose, wrapped in the early morning dew so light that smelling the fragrance can be intoxicating, Dongfang Yan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, indulging in the quiet and peaceful dream-like at this moment, she didn't experience the tossing and turning of her previous life, so looking at the embarrassed expressions of the older servants, only those who have experienced the hard days will know how much to cherish the quiet and peaceful life.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Xiaoxuan's window was pasted with festive sparrows and plum blossoms, and the table was wrapped with unopened New Year's sugar......

Girls, instinctively have a sweet craving, but every time they want to eat, they will think of the training in their previous life, and sweetness can cover up too many things, whether it is taste, sight or feeling. In the laboratory, you don't know what kind of poison the sugar in your hand contains, eat it or not, it's complicated and tormenting. So much so that she habitually refuses sweets.

Squeak –

Li'er pushed open the door, jumped up and down to hide her good mood, and hummed a little song to come in and pack her things. While cleaning up, he said, "Miss, how are you cutting this window grille?" I pestered Mother Liu for a long time before she was willing to teach me, I think it is the most suitable for Miss! "A brisk tone, a childish lightness that a child of this age should have.

Looking closely at the window flowers, the image of the finch is smart and vivid, and the plum blossom knife work is meticulous, and it looks very exquisite. couldn't help but change his tone and quipped: "Whoever marries our Li'er will be blessed~ Look at this skillful hand, tsk, it's really a gentle and skillful must-have at home." Squinting his eyes and narrowing his eyes, he squinted at the oriole.

After getting along for a long time, I am also used to Dongfang Yan coming up with two strange words from time to time, what must be done at home...... Li'er's face was flushed with a thin red, and she whispered: "Miss is bullying people again!" If it's okay, you'll make fun of the slave! She said while making the bed: "The slave maid thought that Miss * was quiet before cutting a finch for Miss, and it was lively and lively." ”

Oh, quiet...... ? Dongfang Yan's eyes were empty, and everything in front of him subconsciously felt that he didn't dare to get too close to the dream, for fear that he would get close and breathe heavily, so he would break this illusory bubble and return to that cold and dark place, after all, rebirth? So real and so absurd. So it has been carefully protected, deliberately alienated. For fear that if you fall too deep and lose it, you will be more vulnerable and difficult to give up, so you laughed at yourself, after all, you are living in the present, and you are worried about it.

Leaning on the couch, he closed his eyes tiredly, and said lazily: "Isn't it enough for me to have a bird lively?" It's noisy in many finches......"

Listening to this tired tone, Li'er, who turned to clean up the table, turned his hand and turned back suspiciously, and caught a glimpse of Dongfang Yan reclining on the couch with his eyes closed, the feeling of vicissitudes vaguely emanated, the figure was so thin that it seemed to be going to ride the wind at any time, and his plain clothes were even colder.

Li'er can't help but think of her own life experience, since she was a child, she was sold by her mother, and she drifted around until she was bought back by Mr. Situ, she has no expectations for this world, and her mother can still abandon her own blood and bones, how can there be love words in this world. Even if the people in the wild goose garden are only grateful to her, they can never warm their broken and cold hearts. Until—

She first saw Mademoiselle four years ago, when she was four years old. The young lady was still in her infancy, and inadvertently showed a desolate and mocking look in her big clear eyes, which she could never forget for the rest of her life. She didn't understand how a child who had just completed the moon could have such eyes. Even her heart, which she thought was broken, felt cold and frozen in such eyes. Maybe it was from that time that he felt that they were the same kind of people, and there was even a trace of sympathy and pity, she wanted to be nice to her, and wanted to cover these cold eyes with her own hands. volunteered to be Miss's personal maid, but since that time, from watching Miss in swaddling clothes to now, she has never seen Miss crying, sensible not like a child, occasionally by the lotus pond will look at the direction of the distant unknown place with vicissitudes of life, that sense of loneliness emanates from afar, pitiful.

- Miss, there should be a secret.

She thought so in her heart, from then on she knew that Miss was different from other children, she had seen too many children when she was sold, no matter how resentful and desperate she was, it was not as good as the tip of the iceberg with desolate eyes, her young lady was different from others.

Thinking of this, she was dumbfounded, and unconsciously, the feeling of wanting to protect her and warm her gradually encroached on the embankment in this long-term relationship, and the embankment burst out of control. She is used to being with her, and has always wanted to warm her, but at this moment she realized that her heart was warm, since when did it start? Probably since I met her.

Like a frozen bird encountering a glacier, and encountering another deeper cold in the cold, it seems that he suddenly realized that he still has a temperature, and his thoughts converge in his heart, and his mouth is a slight stalk that he didn't expect, like a roar in his heart finally broke out and soured the bridge of his nose and wet his eyes: "That oriole accompanies the young lady until the young lady doesn't want the oriole!" ”

She saw Dongfang Yan's surprised eyes with her own expression, stubborn, strong, and indomitable. It was only after meeting Miss that I realized that I could still have temperature, expression, no regrets, and spend my whole life.

——At that time, I didn't know that the words in my heart that I said impulsively at this time became the luckiest, warmest and most vivid memories in my long life thereafter.

Dongfang Yan looked at the stubborn little look in her eyes in surprise, her thin shoulders trembled slightly, her firm and burning eyes went straight into her heart, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and raised a bright arc. To a certain extent, the two people looked at each other tacitly, through the morning light through the window, the meager warm gold soaked the figure of the bird standing in front of the window and spread the golden glow on the ground, and at this moment it also became the most profound memory of the bird in the future. Indelible, perhaps, in another world, her cold heart imperceptibly melted a corner, and the golden light sprinkled into her heart finally tore through a corner of darkness and bloomed with brilliant brilliance.