Yan Yan received a letter from Qionghua.

When I opened the envelope, there was nothing but one or two jade-colored petals.

This letter is still Yan Yan's little servant, and he took the risk to accept it for him, if he let Yan Zhuang know that after he was humiliated, someone in Qionghuazhuang communicated with his eldest young master, and he must not be angry.

Seeing that Yan Yan only received one or two petals, the little guy was so angry that he stomped his feet, "This group of girls from Qionghuazhuang is doing this!" I desperately managed to get this letter. Young master, you give a comment, I thought it was some kind of strange thing, but what is this, bluffing. ”

Although this little guy has been with Yan Yan for many years, he is always unenlightened many times, but this is fine.

Yan Yan carefully put away the letter, not daring to leave a trace of wrinkles. , I can't hide the smile on my face.

"Ah Huo, you go to the street and help me pick out some new letterheads, and I want that kind of girl's favorite."

The little guy drooped his head, "How do I know what girls like to look like, as the saying goes, women's hearts are needles..."

"If you are told to go, you will go! If you don't pick and choose, you can buy them all! ”

Seeing that Yan Yan's expression was not as usual, Ah Huo quietly leaned in and asked, "Wouldn't it be, the girl of the Qiong family?"

"Go, go, talk." Yan Yan turned around, but the roots of his ears were a little red.

"Okay, sir! I'll do it! ”

Ah Huo's work was really neat, but the package was delivered in half an hour.

Yan Yan hurriedly put down the work in his hand and opened the package. Piles of stationery scattered out of the bag.

"Master, I inquired, the current girls like this color and this pattern the most, you see how playful!"

Yan Yan picked up a piece of pink paper with two-color butterflies, shook his head, and saw an indigo imitation blue and white porcelain texture next to him, and still sighed.

"What's the matter, don't you like it?" Ah Huo asked cautiously with his head sideways.

"It's too flowery, and it feels a little mismatched." Yan Yan's mind resurfaced the figure dressed in white, dancing in the snow.

"Don't match? What doesn't match?! Master, you're a versatile. ”

"Wild!" Yan Yan kicked Ah Hu's buttocks, "Don't get out yet!" If you can't speak, talk less! ”

"Young Master~"

"Look at your fat pig-like face, why don't I talk to the master and reward you for brushing the Gong bucket?"

"It's just a slippery roll...."

lined up the letterhead bought by Ah Huo, and looked a little aesthetically tired.

Yan Yan kept shaking his head, this can't work, that can't do either... Anyway, why do you bother so much about a mere piece of letterhead? In the eyes of others, it is really unnecessary.

“...”

His fingertips touched a plain piece of paper printed with light-colored petals, which was indeed plain, but inexplicably similar to the dark lines of the flower note sent by Qionghua.

"This is it!"

Yan Yan was as excited as a three-year-old child, picking up this stack of papers and jumping up and down in the house.

"The girls have taken the initiative to write to you, Yan Yan, Yan Yan, you have to respond well!"

I picked up the soft pen on the desk, and I was about to write when I dipped it in ink.

"Wait for your own words, it seems, it's not particularly good-looking, will other girls laugh?"

The hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

"Why don't you practice writing a few first?"

He took out the rice paper that he had put under his head, and carefully wrote a few words similar to Qinqi, Jing, and Gui'an, raised his head and twisted his eyebrows, thoughtfully.

"That's a good word, but how do you reply to this letter?"

Yan Yan bit the tip of the pen and knocked on his head, only hating himself for being full of enthusiasm, and he couldn't even make up a nice word.

"Qionghua is not that class of ordinary women, if she deliberately flatters, it will backfire..."

Looking up at the window, the warbler cries willows, no ice and snow, no cold wind, and it is harmonious.

"Why did she send me a letter all of a sudden? It's just a one-sided relationship...."

Clothed in red felt, he walked up the snow-covered mountain, bent down and asked him if he was okay; took him to see a mountain full of Qionghua, smiled and said that he was a stupid melon....

"One side... Could it be that she has me in her eyes? ”

Three days later, Qionghua received a letter from Yan Yan, which was secretly stopped by her mother-in-law for her.

The letters were encased in a fine box, small but well workmanlike, apparently by the hand of a skilled craftsman, otherwise how could the carvings on it be so realistic.

"I have a heart."

When I opened the envelope, I thought that Yan Yan, a kid, would talk about the pain of lovesickness, love at first sight, plus the banquet, but I didn't want him to say a word. But I wrote a few polite greetings, plus some well-being today.

"Huh?"

Qionghua inevitably had an accident, and it was beyond her imagination to go out of common sense like this.

The letter is not long, and at the end, there is only one sentence.

[The home is warm, looking out of the window today, the flowers in the garden have bloomed. 】

Sure enough, there was a flower with leaves in the box, and Fentou Mountain was cold, so it was miraculously preserved, and there was no wilting at all.

"Is this the flower outside your window?"

Qionghua smiled slightly, put the box in her cabinet, and felt that it was inappropriate, so she took it out and stuffed it into her pillow, which could be touched by her hands at any time, and then settled down.

Why did you send him such a letter?

Qionghua lay on the bed, looking at the bed curtain on the top, and fell into deep thought.

She couldn't figure out the reason, maybe it was just that she hadn't had much contact with outsiders over the years, and she was too bored and wanted to find him to relieve her fatigue. Or maybe I think he's special and want to be close to him.

"On that day, if the owner of the village agrees to the marriage, maybe..."

As soon as she thought of this, Qionghua's face turned crimson with shame, and she hurriedly hid herself in the quilt. In the past sixteen years, she has also imagined that she will eventually marry a wife, and fantasized about her beautiful figure when she wears a red wedding dress. Now it seems that it is really just a fantasy.

"What should I give him in return?"

Since their first interaction, the correspondence between the two has not been interrupted. It's just a daily exchange, today he says that the flowers in his house are blooming, and tomorrow she says that the tree she likes has fallen. Thinking about "what to get back" every day has become the norm.

These two people, who are only sixteen years old, hid from the elders of both sides and slowly learned about each other's lives.

The tacit understanding that gradually formed made them keep their mouths shut about what happened at the wine tasting meeting.

Over time, the sense of dependence between the two sides makes them always look forward to tomorrow's letter.

Yan Yan: "Today, my father asked someone to make sweet and sour carp, but the cook came from the north, and he insisted that the fish could be made sweet, and he actually argued with his father!"

...

Qionghua: "Yesterday, the owner gave me a bell, very beautiful, hollowed out in the heart of the ball, there is a snowflake, do you know those ancients, will call the snowflake Qionghua?" It's so much fun. ”

...

Yan Yan: "Tomorrow I want to go with the people in my family to worship my ancestors, I heard that my grandfather and grandmother are a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, and the two eloped, and then my grandmother was found and arrested, leaving only my grandfather alone to take care of the child, which is really embarrassing."

...

Qionghua: "Two days ago, wandering in the village, I saw the owner of the village walk into a room, and remembered that I had wanted to go in when I was a child, but I was stunned and was blown out. Up and down Qionghuazhuang, I can move around, but I can't go to that room, and I don't know why. ”

...

The two talked about the trivial things in life like this, but even the little things, the moment they received the letter, they were very happy.

Yan Yan put away the stacks of letters and put them in his bed, and if he was extremely bored, he would take them out again and read them one by one.

Qiong Hua replied to the letter and put it in the box next to the pillow, and now it seems that there is a thick stack, and this box is estimated to be unable to fit.

Yan Yan: "You didn't throw away the box that was given to you when I first replied to you, did you?" If you use it to hold letters, you will be filling it up at this moment. ”

Qionghua: "That's true, why do you have a new box to give me?"

Yan Yan: "Wait for me for three days."

After receiving Yan Yan's reply, the box really couldn't be put down anymore, Qionghua held the box in her arms, and silently counted the three-day deadline in her heart.

Do you want to reply? He told me to wait, what were you waiting for? Is it a new box? What will the new box look like?

The three days arrived soon, and this time Qionghua did not let her mother-in-law receive the letter for her, but braved the wind and snow and waited at the gate of Zhuangzi for a day. However, I didn't see the little guy who came to deliver the letter.

"Could it be that something happened? Maybe it's a delay on the way? Maybe he's been busy lately and forgot? ”

Qionghua made 11,000 assumptions in her heart, but she still waited until the sun was set, and the sky was dark.

"Today, it really won't be delivered..."

When did I become like this, such an expectation, which has never been expected. It was as if I had found solace in the darkness. She had no contact with the outside world in the days before, and now correspondence was almost the only pleasure of all her life.

"Will he not, not again?"

Yan Yan's reply has become an indispensable part of Qionghua's daily life, and it was clear that she started on a whim, but now she is deeply involved in it. Such a negative thought suddenly popped up in her head, and she felt a little unexpectedly sad.

Let's go back...

Thinking so in her heart, that the later dinner was not delicious, Qiong Sanniang only said that she had been wandering around the village for a day, and she was cold, so she did not plan to take her to review the brewing process at night, and let her go back to the room early.

It was late at night, and the lights of Qionghuazhuang's night patrol had dimmed, and Qionghua's room was deeper, so even if the fire was lit in the inner room, it was never visible from outside.

Qionghua wore her hair loose and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, she had been so restless for a long time, and in her arms was the small box full of letters, she had never had such a strong sense of longing, not only to people but also to letters.

They have been writing back and forth like this for more than half a year. Today's sense of emptiness is really unprecedented.

There was a creaking sound in the outhouse, accompanied by footsteps.

"Grandma?" Qiong Huachao walked to the outhouse, and was suddenly hugged by a person covered in snow.

Qiong Hua wanted to call, but was gently covered by the man's hand.

"Sorry, there was a delay on the way, and the new box was delivered."