Yue'er has been to the opera garden, and yesterday she went to the teahouse to listen to books, which was still what the people in the Lin Mansion said in the past. There are often mothers-in-law who gather together to talk about the books that their men listen to in the teahouse.

Yue'er thought that it must be a place full of legends and stories. With the afternoon of taking the girls to make trouble yesterday, today when the Seventh Young Master asked her the next day, she said happily: "I want to go to the teahouse, and I came back after dinner yesterday." ”

"Okay" then go listen to the book today.

Yue'er came out with a hat, and the Seventh Young Master didn't cover his face. The two came out early today and got out of the car before they arrived at the teahouse. Yue'er didn't want to be held by the Seventh Young Master, but he squeezed her hand and said, "You haven't come out a few times, what if you are crowded out and something happens?" ”

I've been out myself, so I'm lost. But who made the family the master, he said whatever he wanted, as if he was really afraid that she would get lost, rather than taking the opportunity to take advantage of her.

Along the way, many shops and the seventh young master took Yue'er in, and asked her after a while: "Xing'er, the rouge gouache here is said to be good, do you want to choose some?" ”

Then he said, "I'll give you a choice." ”

What he said about the choice was what he thought was about the same, just this, that, and that, just send them to the car.

Yue'er muttered: "50 taels of silver is enough for such a use, and I don't want it." ”

At this time, the seventh young master asked the guy from the jewelry shop to bring the latest style of the head, which had already been wrapped up and taken away according to his own preferences.

Yue'er was dissatisfied again, and hurriedly stopped: "I have a jewelry store at home, what do I do to make money with others?" ”

At this time, Xiao Chuan'er stepped forward with a smile and said, "Miss, all the people who walked today were their own shops." The master is going to take the lady to see the shop, and if there is any improvement, tell the shopkeeper. ”

"Then can I still put these things back, I don't need so much."

Xiao Chuan'er didn't dare to agree, but the Seventh Young Master took her hand and left: "As the owner, you refuse to use the goods in your own shop, how can you say that others can use it with confidence." ”

The shopkeeper with a very discerning price immediately advertised in the shop: "Look no, our owner is all in the shop, it is really genuine, and the style is the latest." ”

The seventh young master glanced back at the shopkeeper approvingly, and quietly signaled to Xiao Chuan'er, "This shopkeeper, reward." ”

When he arrived at the teahouse, Xiao Chuan'er arranged a private room upstairs for the masters, but the listening books were not so close, and there was a lack of atmosphere.

Yue'er had been standing by the fence facing the first floor, listening intently to the storyteller's eloquent voice without eating or drinking.

Suddenly, he heard a person behind him: "The Seventh Young Master also has this interest, and he actually came to listen to the book?" ”

Yue'er subconsciously looked back and saw a man with a very uncomfortable face, with a thin face and a dark yellow complexion. And he was talking to the Seventh Young Master, but his eyes were looking at her with compassion.

Yue'er has been covering her veil since taking off her hat, and her eyebrows and eyes are covered with delicate makeup, even if she is familiar with her, she may not be recognized with these eyes.

Being stared at by the man was a little uncomfortable, so she wanted to turn her head and continue listening, but at this time, a figure behind the man made her heart beat twice. It was like hitting my chest and trying to jump out.

The Seventh Young Master squinted at the man, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a touch of disdain: "Where did this young master come from, the wild dog barked, it turned out to be the mad dog of the Jin Palace." ”

As soon as she heard the three words Jin Wangfu, Yue'er suppressed the impulse in her heart and turned her head to listen to the book.

The Seventh Young Master didn't look at her at a glance, but at this moment he looked behind the person who was scolded by him as a mad dog, and chuckled: "I didn't expect that the people of the Xie family in Guanzhong would actually take refuge in the Jin Palace!" ”

The man bowed down: "I have seen the Seventh Young Master in Xia Xie Yanzhi, but the Seventh Young Master is wrong, it does not mean that the Xie family in Guanzhong is just an unscrupulous descendant who has been expelled from the house." ”

These words made the Seventh Young Master impressed with him, so he didn't pay attention to him anymore, but got up and stepped forward to hold Yue'er's hand with one hand, grabbed her waist with the other hand, leaned over and asked softly, "Xing'er, are you hungry?" ”

Yue'er stiffened and nodded, and when the Seventh Young Master took her around, she didn't look at Xie Yan.

It wasn't until she went out and got into the carriage that she broke free from the arms of the Seventh Young Master, and tears welled up in her eyes, and she shrank silently in the soft cushion.

The Seventh Young Master supported his leg with one hand, and his elbow with the other hand on the small table, clenched his fist empty, the back of his hand against his lips, and looked at Yue'er with complicated eyes, and only after a long time did he say softly: "Xie Yanzhi is committed to the Jin Palace, he should want to use his strength to fight against Zheng Shilang, nothing more than for Wang Jingshu." Don't think about it too much, the people of the Xie family will definitely not be involved in the affairs between you and the Wu family. ”

Yue'er didn't speak, she was very complicated in her heart, she couldn't understand what her mood was, she just wanted to cry. I feel that everything is boring, and it is not something that can be explained by success and failure. At this moment, she didn't want to do anything but cry, she didn't want to hear anything, and she couldn't think about anything.

So what is she crying about? Maybe it's a kind of sacrifice, a sacrifice for a period of hope for oneself.

That's it, she has no hope, no motivation in her heart, and works hard for someone or something.

What's left? The journey from birth to death was bleak, what else could she have? She doesn't have a home, she doesn't have a blood relative, she doesn't have a loved one that she misses and misses her. She was a leaf of autumn, blown off by the wind, and fluttered in the wind like that, and finally fell to the ground, but she no longer knew how far away she was from the tree that gave birth to her, and gradually rotted in the unfamiliar soil, and finally became a part of the earth. gave birth to life for others, but paid the price of death.

The Seventh Young Master took away the small table between the two, and took her into his arms: "I know, I know that you have no expectations, and you don't know what you are going to do." You don't have to think about it, you can do whatever you want, you can live happily, without scruples, everything has me. ”

She cried and leaned against his chest, soaking the clothes on his chest until the skin under them was cold. She cried and whispered: "I have nothing, no relatives, no home, no one cares about me, and I don't know who to care about." The world is so big, but I am the only one, the only one. ”

He said, "I will give you all I have, and I will give you all I have, and you will not be alone with me." ”

She was still crying, but the crying became quieter and quieter, and at last she fell asleep in his arms. When he got home, he didn't move, so he let the car wait at the door of the house, and she was still asleep in his arms. The little hand clung to the hem of his shirt tightly, as if she was afraid that if she let go, she would no longer be able to hold on to him, and she would have nothing.

But when she woke up, she was still so nonchalant, as if she had never cried or heard what he said.