With today's understanding, no matter how close their sisters are to the end of the world, leaving this affection is enough to warm a lifetime. The sister born to a mother is really different from others, and in the world, family affection is the warmest heart, because its thick compassion is a little deeper......

In the first month, the banquets of large families are like flowing water, placed over and over again, and those who come to give gifts in various names are even more like marquees.

When Huai Sleeve was in the general's mansion in northern Xinjiang before, although he had seen many officials who came to give gifts during the New Year's Festival, it was after all in the remote northern border, and it was not as lively as in the capital.

Besides, she was still young, and she only cared about playing in the New Year, and she didn't pay attention to these things, but now she lives in this military department Shangshu Mansion, and she has really gained insight when she sees this endless stream of gift-givers.

From the first day of the first month to the fifth day of the first month, she couldn't even catch the shadow of Zhu Hetana, let alone drink tea and chat, Zhu Hetana almost never stepped out of the threshold of the main hall from the hour to the evening all day long, and together with her second brother-in-law Malhan, she greeted a group of officials and businessmen who came and went to give gifts.

Most of the foreign businesses on the street have closed down and gone home for the New Year, but the streets of these days are particularly cold and lonely.

In addition to the sound of children chasing and playing and the occasional string of firecrackers exploding on the street, there are people who give gifts and visit relatives and households.

Early in the morning, after the sleeves were freshened, he took a book from the bookshelf and turned a few pages, and after a while, Su'er walked in with a bowl of lotus seed soup with a smile, gently put it in his hand, and asked in a harmonious voice: "Gege, are you tired?" "

Huai Sleeve's eyes fell on the page of the book, and he only asked casually: "I have nothing to do, why do I say that I am tired or not?" "

Seeing that Huai Sleeve was still staring at the scroll, Su Er couldn't help but laugh and said, "Of course, the slave maid doesn't mean that Xiao Gege is tired, but that Gege is tired. "

Hearing what Su'er said, Huai Sleeve moved his gaze from the page to Su'er's face, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "If you are really idle and panicked, go and carry a piece of charcoal to wash, don't rap with me here, leave me some clean." "

"Take a break, and look at something else." When Su'er heard this, not only did she not stop, but she had the courage to pull the book out of her hand.

Huai Sleeve was cold and the scroll was removed, a pair of eyebrows frowned slightly, and said unhappily: "You girl is getting bolder and bolder, this is going to be the opposite." "

Su'er still ignored it, smiled lightly, and carefully pulled out an apricot-red plain note from the sleeve tube unhurriedly, shook it in front of her sleeve, and said, "Gege take a closer look at this, is it interesting?" "

Huai Sleeve was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Chu Henan's body on the cover, and his pretty face suddenly turned red.

Splitting his hand and snatching the plain note from Su'er's hand, he said angrily: "You ghost girl who is not big or small, even I dare to tease, beware that I gave my second sister and sent you away." "

Su Er just smiled when she looked at her crimson cheeks, didn't say anything more, and quietly stepped aside.

The sleeve gently unfolded the plain paper, and saw a poem "Minus the Word Magnolia" in the small seal book of Juanxiu's plum blossom on the top:

"From the teaching of iron stone, every time I see flowers blooming, it is a pity. The tears are difficult to eliminate, and the dripping is a piece of blue smoke jade.

It's too cold, add a paper window and sparse bamboo shadow. Remember the acacia, and when you return to the moon. "

After reading it, he silently recited it again. Gently fold the paper according to the original traces. When I meditate, I reminisced over and over again in my heart, and when I was young, I couldn't help but cover my lips and smile. Rong Ruo is really as shrewd as ice and snow, and there will never be a second person who understands her mind more accurately and meticulously than him.

"He understood that day." Huai Sleeve couldn't help but mutter.

"Little Gege, what did you just say?" Su'er, who was standing next to the yarn closet to arrange her clothes, heard Huai Sleeve say vaguely, but she didn't hear clearly, so she asked.

Huai Sleeve's thoughts were interrupted by Su Er's question, she raised her eyes to look at Su Er, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Who was waiting next to me before I fainted that day?" "

"Xiao Gege is talking about the day that 'Huang Sanye' came to the house?" Su'er asked again.

"Exactly!" Sleeve nodded.

"Before fainting that day, I was next to me, why did you suddenly ask this?" Su'er stopped what she was doing and looked at her sleeve inexplicably.

"What did I say before I fainted that day?" Sleeve then asked.

Su Er frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly clapped her hands and said, "I remember, Xiao Gege did order one thing." "

Huai Sleeve was stunned, and asked suspiciously: "I told you to do things?" "

Su'er nodded and said, "Yes, I don't remember this by mistake, Gege's voice was weak at that time, and I deliberately put my ear to Gege's lips to hear it." "

"What did I make you do?" Huai Sleeve asked suspiciously. She tried to recall the situation of that day, but her memory seemed to only remain when Rong Ruo finally went out, and she couldn't remember anything later.

"You told me to put away a painting and said I didn't want to see it." Su'er replied.

When Huai Sleeve heard this, she was shocked, like a hard object stabbing her soft heart, the situation of that day and her mood at that time, a rush of brains came up, remembering the disgust that day rose in vain in her heart for the uninvited Huang Sanye.

After a moment of silence, he asked in a deep voice, "What about the painting?" Where did you put it? "

When Huai Sleeve and Su Er were talking, he didn't notice anything wrong, but Su Er was stunned when she heard it, and quietly glanced sideways at Huai Sleeve's look at the moment, and saw that she was still smiling like a flower, but at this moment, her face was already covered with clouds.

Su'er didn't know why for a while, so she had to take out the "Ninety-Nine Chilling Picture" that she had put away that day and carefully present it in front of her sleeve.

Su'er knew that she didn't want anyone to be there when she was thinking about things, so she quietly withdrew from the embroidery room, and as soon as she went out, she bumped into the snow goose holding a stack of smoked veils and wanted to go inside.

"What's wrong?" Snow Goose curiously poked her head into the house and asked.

"Gege wants to read a book, I want to be quiet, let's not go in and disturb her." Su'er dragged the snow goose and walked away.

When Snow Goose heard Su'er say this, her eyes flashed secretly, she glanced inside the house, and was dragged by Su'er to the backyard.

The silent needle drop in the embroidery pavilion could be heard for a while, and the breeze slowly sent in from the open panes, blowing a few strands of bangs on the smooth forehead of her sleeves, and also blowing away the wisps of thoughts that shrouded her heart, and her hand gently held the scroll of the painting, and slowly unfolded the picture.

A plum blossom that is only half depicted gradually comes into view, and the lower part has been rendered with color, giving the impression that spring is about to sweep the entire branch, and the warm charm of late spring has gradually become stronger.

Huai Sleeve stroked the boneless branches of ink with his fingers, and the plum petals with cinnabar dots.

The light ink hook core is dotted, clear and cold, and the dark fragrance floats.