October 29 in the old calendar

The head teacher walked into the classroom with a stack of letterheads, with an extremely proud smile on his face, "The calligraphy homework that everyone handed in last time has been selected, and the whole school has selected a total of ten, and there are three in our class." ”

"Wow~" the classmates said in unison.

"These three classmates are, Wen Jing, Luo Shu, and ......"

Yin Xing's eyes were bored, she raised her head slightly, and childishly put the pen between her upper lip and nose to play.

Suddenly heard the voice of the head teacher: "And the first student in the school in this calligraphy competition - Yin Xingyan!" Everyone applauded and encouraged. ”

"Click-" The pen fell to the ground.

Everyone looked at her in amazement, and Yin Xing's eyes frowned in disbelief.

Did those teachers get the wrong marks with shaky hands?

"Yin Xingyan has done a good job in her homework recently, and her academic performance has skyrocketed, and she even won the first place in calligraphy, so everyone will learn like her in the future."

Luo Jin'er suddenly stood up unconvinced, "Teacher, everyone has seen Yin Xingyan's handwriting, how can he get the first place?" ”

"Snort."

Yin Xingyan glanced at Luo Jin'er like an idiot, picked up a chalk brush and wrote a sentence on the blackboard in front of everyone, and everyone was dumbfounded.

This is a master, this is a master!

Yin Xingyan returned to his seat with his notebook in his arms, and heard from the teacher that the principal would award them certificates in public at the flag-raising ceremony next week.

In fact, when she saw the hairpin on the paper, she was stunned!

The words on the paper are smooth and thin, clear and smart, and it is simply a masterpiece that is pleasing to the eye.

She can write...... But she didn't have the patience to deal with this kind of competition, why did the perfunctory calligraphy become like this?

She remembered that when she collected the book that day, she took it out of her schoolbag and handed it to Wen Jing.

The only possibility is ......

Yan Shirin really helped her rewrite the calligraphy? I also deliberately learned her handwriting.

Thinking of this, she admired the text over and over again, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

School is dismissed in the afternoon.

Yin Xingyan couldn't wait to rush home to find the pot of cinnabar plums.

The pot of cinnabar plum was originally intended to be resurrected, but she didn't want to attract attention at first, and only occasionally nourished it with a little blood. Cinnabar plum is not cold-tolerant, the flowering period has not yet arrived, and now it is only budding.

Yin Xingyan stared at Cinnabar Mei for a long time, then reached out and folded one off and put it on the table.

Take out the dagger you have with you and make a cut in the palm of your hand.

Blood dripped on the plum branches, and the branches, which originally had only young shoots, slowly bloomed into gorgeous flowers, with deep red xylem and light purple red in the branches, which corresponded to the characteristics of cinnabar plum "red in the bones".

She happily picked up this plum blossom, and a smile was written all over her face, and people were more delicate than flowers.

Putting the plum branch into the glass cover prepared in advance, she went out with the glass bottle in her arms.

"Is Miss going out tonight?"

"That's right, I made an appointment with Yan Shirin, and I won't be eating at home tonight~"

She waved her little hand at the butler and smiled brightly.

The housekeeper was extremely pleased, after so many years, someone finally remembered to celebrate the birthday of the little master.

When Yin Xingyan arrived at Xinghu Park, it was only half past six.

There is still an hour and a half to go until the appointed time.

She walked into a bubble tea shop and sat for an hour before walking under the wishing tree.

She wore a bright red woolen coat today, with the horn buttons buttoned down to her chest, revealing the soft white sweater underneath. She combed the thick bangs on her forehead, leaving only thin air curls, and specially braided a fancy hairstyle, with a white feather hairpin pinned to her left ear.

She stood under the wishing tree holding a glass bottle containing cinnabar plums, like a firework in the cold winter.

At 7:50, there are ten minutes to go.

At 7:55, five minutes to go.

Yin Xing's eyes tightened his finger at the glass bottle, staring at the plum blossoms in it, and his good-looking brows furrowed: "He promised me that he would definitely come......"