Mingshu was hugged by a group of mothers-in-law and maids, and saw an old woman with starry sideburns with a pale face, and when she saw Mingshu, she pressed her chest and fainted.

I don't know who shouted: "Quickly arrange someone to report to the official!" ”

So he walked two maids out to find someone to report to the official, and the house was a little empty.

The maid and the maid slapped and pinched, fed the ginseng soup, and the doctor who had been invited in advance gave a few more injections, and the old lady woke up panting.

The old lady leaned her head back on the pillow, but she shouted vaguely: "Sister Lan, my Sister Lan-" The old tears were all over the place.

Mingshu stood alone at the curtain closest to the door, and none of the people inside were known to her. After waiting for a while, no one noticed her.

She walked over by herself, no one remembered to bring her a futon, and knelt respectfully in front of the old lady, and said aloud with a crying voice: "Grandmother should not be sad, and mother can't bear to cry grandmother's eyes." ”

The old lady just cried and didn't pay attention to Mingshu.

The rest of the people were also very busy, Mingshu knelt for a while, and the shrewd woman who had mentioned the report before hurriedly helped Mingshu up, patted Mingshu and said: "Sister Shu'er go to rest first, poor thing, this body is embarrassed." ”

Mingshu thanked her and followed the maid out in silence.

In the middle of spring in the south of the Yangtze River, the yard is full of flowers. The two little maids walked behind Mingshu and asked in a low voice, "Can the cousin go and sit in the main hall?" ”

It turned out that no one planned to place her, Mingshu lowered her eyes, and didn't even bother to glance at the courtyard with flowers and trees, only nodded in response.

A few people walked all the way forward, only to bypass a Taihu Lake stone, and saw Gu Huali talking to a young man who was about the same age as him.

The young man was dressed in a moon-white brocade, his face was like a crown of jade, warm and amiable, and he was saying something to Gu Huali with a smile, looking very interested.

On the other hand, Gu Huali looked indifferent and looked cold and depressed. When he saw Mingshu, he looked at Mingshu, and his eyes paused slightly on Mingshu's face that was still in tears.

"Fifth brother." Mingshu obediently walked up to Gu Huali.

Gu Huali raised his hand and said, "This is your third cousin." ”

The young man smiled at Mingshu, approached, and said in a gentle tone: "Ling Lingji doesn't remember me, I'm your cousin Wen." ”

Before Mingshu could speak, he continued: "You were still young at the time, so you definitely don't remember it. Today you have to remember, don't forget. ”

Mingshu also learned from him and smiled, and said, "Before I came, my mother told me to get along with Cousin Wen...... but as soon as I touched the word mother, I couldn't help but drag out a burst of crying.

Li Xiuwen was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly came to comfort Mingshu.

After a few pleasantries, Mingshu took her leave. After walking not far, Ming Shu suddenly remembered that Gu Huali was standing there waiting for about ...... Don't worry about her.

What kind of person will Gu Huali be? Mingshu pursed her lips.

Mingshu waited in the main hall for a long time, until it was getting late, and the shrewd woman who had spoken to Mingshu before hurriedly came with her mother-in-law, looking a little haggard.

It turned out that this was her eldest aunt, the other two uncles were all laymen and did not come back, and there were only three aunts and eldest uncles in Li's house.

The eldest aunt Zhao hurriedly placed Mingshu in Zhuhongxuan, dialed two maids and two mothers-in-law, and left in a hurry.

Mingshu stayed quietly in the Red Xuan for a few days, and on the third day, the Zhao family came to see Mingshu, and her expression became more and more haggard.

It turned out that the old lady was sad and had a stroke, these days are sometimes good and bad, and her temper is very irritable, Zhao is busy and scolded, not only busy and tired, but also tormented.

But he only revealed three points to Mingshu.

Mingshu simply put down the poetry book in her hand, and said to Zhao with a serious expression: "Auntie, my grandmother is sad because of my parents," paused, "I want to serve her old man, first, to do filial piety for my parents, and secondly, to ......" Mingshu choked up, "If it wasn't for A-Niang's murder, I wouldn't have tired my grandmother from illness." You let me take care of my grandmother. ”

Zhao was uncomfortable, busy and tired and had to be scolded, so he leaked a little bit of air. But Mingshu is only a big person, so she naturally doesn't dare to really ask her to take care of the old lady, "You are still young, you don't have to be so filial piety, it is inevitable that you will not be thoughtful these days, if you have anything to do, just come to me." ”

"You just let me go over and take care of it," Mingshu felt that her heart was really uncomfortable, "I ......"

Mingshu unconsciously grabbed the corner of Zhao's clothes, causing Zhao to feel distressed. Both parents died, and there was no brother to respond, how difficult it would be in the future.

It's still small.

Zhao finally agreed, but privately told the maid beside the old lady to take good care of the cousin.

The old lady is not as shrewd and soft-hearted as Zhao, especially in her illness.

Mingshu walked over with the freshly fried decoction, and was about to put it on the small table. The old lady who was sleeping suddenly woke up, saw little Mingshu, and suddenly opened her mouth to call: "Sister Lan." ”

Mingshu had never seen an old lady so gentle.

She was stunned for a while, her nose was a little sore, she forgot to put down the decoction, and walked to the side of the pedal with the decoction and sat down.

In fact, she always has a close heart for the elderly, because her grandmother is close to her, so she always feels that the old people in the world should be amiable.

The kind and gentle old man lying on the carved wooden shelf bed of the Huanghuali magpie suddenly changed his face, and swept over to Mingshu with a slap, and poured all the hot decoction on his skirt, and roared with tears in his eyes: "Why didn't you die!" Why don't you die for my sister Lan! The old tears were all over the place, and he almost cried back.

Mingshu stared at the black and gold-painted pedals in a daze, feeling as if a hole had been dug in her heart.

It's heart-wrenching and cold.

Do it all over again, what you can't keep or can't keep it, and do you still hate her?

Mingshu didn't know when she started crying, and she couldn't tell if she was numb from pain or completely calm.

The maid came in in a mess, scrambling to strove to slap the old lady's chest and back, and someone accidentally stepped on Mingshu.

When the old lady came over, a mother-in-law hurriedly helped Mingshu up and took Mingshu down to change her skirt.

The mother-in-law is the old man next to the old lady, I just thought that Mingshu was burned and cried, and I felt that the little person was also strange and pitiful when she was splashed with a decoction by the old lady who was a little sick and confused, and she couldn't help but feel relieved: "Cousin, the old lady is too bitter in her heart." ”

Mingshu didn't react.

The mother-in-law sighed in her heart, and said, "The old lady had three children at the beginning, and she always wanted to have a sister. It took five or six years for the third master to get your mother. The four ladies were born like pearls and jade, which is the most likeable. It's even more incredible when it's older, what kind of poems and sketches, written so that the master sighs that the few gentlemen in the family can't catch up. She looked at Mingshu and the original four ladies with a very similar face, and said: "The fourth lady was in her mother's house back then, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the pearl of the entire Li family." The old lady has been looking forward to a young lady for so many years, and she is even more hearty, and her lungs and eyes are beads, and now, alas, ......"