Wanying took the letter suspiciously, unfolded it and looked at it, and sure enough, it was her father's handwriting:

Qing'er Wu'er, more than a month away, okay? The day before yesterday, I suddenly heard that Wanyun was promoted to a concubine, and the family was happy, and then I learned that Qing'er served the concubine diligently, and my father was very pleased. The three generations of the master's family have been blessed with the emperor's grace, and my son must serve the Lord and be conscientious.

The opening paragraph is a high-sounding rhetoric. Wanying thought to herself: This letter was forwarded by He You'an, so her father didn't mention confidential matters and heart-to-heart words. Further down:

My father had a slight accident last month, but now he is fine. Every time my mother thinks about you, she can't help but shed her tears. Yun and the three servants of red and green, often use interesting stories in the past to amuse them, but they also talk about the time. In addition to his father's daily business trip, he also chatted with his mother, and he had to be temporarily relieved.

There is also an interesting story in the family: the magpie adopted by the flower house has now recovered. Er's mother is like a magpie, fed with fine, and raised with affection. Take care of it every day, and the heart is very indifferent.

In his busy schedule, General He passed the book on behalf of his father, and when he saw the letter, he must thank the general for his hard work.

At the end of the letter, I wish my son peace and success. Father Yong'an nine years and twenty-two months of the twenty-second handwriting.

In just one page of the letter, Wanying read it four or five times, her eyes stroking her father's handwriting one by one. It's like when I was a child, my father rubbed his face over and over again.

Did my father have a minor illness last month? Could it be the days I dreamed of? It must be, father and daughter are connected, and mother and daughter are connected. My father is sick, that's why I dream like that!

My mother would cry every time she thought of herself, and even if my father didn't say it, I could guess it. After 16 years with my mother, I have never been separated, my mother wants to cry by herself, and when she thinks about her mother, which time is not to cry wet with the pillow!

Fortunately, my father can often accompany my mother, which can also slightly ease my mother's worries about missing her.

The most worrying thing is the four words 'to magpie', Wanying read this, her heart was stepped on hard, heavy and painful, unable to extricate herself. The long feather pupils cut out two waves of sadness, and cried in her heart: "Mother, Qing'er misses you so much." If it weren't for He You'an on her side, Wanying really couldn't help but shout, but she still pressed it in her heart, letting her tears rain and her business slipping.

He Youan also saw that the corners of his eyes were a little hazy, and they all said that his daughter's tears were heroes' graves, and He You'an was so painful that he couldn't wait to make himself sad instead of Wanying. Standing helplessly beside him, neither coaxing nor persuasion, he could only take out the handkerchief in his sleeve and hand it to Wanying tentatively.

Wanying cried for a long time, looking at the cotton handkerchief handed over by He You'an, thinking that her father had explained in the letter that she must thank He You'an. I couldn't help but catch the handkerchief, wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, bit my lip, and said, "Thank you, General, for passing on the book for our father and daughter." ”

He Youan is the number one righteous gentleman in the world, since this letter was handed over to him, although it was just a piece of stationery and not sealed in the envelope, He Youan held it in his arms for a day and a night, and never opened it and looked at it. He knew that he had told Master Shi everything he wanted to say and the thousand autumns in his heart, and Master Shi would plan for himself somewhat.

However, when he heard Wanying's words, He Youan was still a little surprised. Looking at Wanying at a loss. Don't know what to say?

This time, it was Wanying's turn to speak first, "Is my father good-looking?" ”

"When I saw Master Shi yesterday, my complexion was still good, and I didn't feel anything unusual, but what did the letter say?"

"Daddy had an accidental illness last month, and I didn't write it clearly." Wanying was a little uneasy.

"It's winter, it's nothing more than a cold or something like that, but yesterday the teacher was quite popular, and we talked for about an hour, and I didn't hear the teacher cough and sneeze or anything."

"The letter says that Daddy's illness has been cured."

Wanying read her father's letter, as if she had written off He You'an's previous displeasure; It seems that his father's illness is more important than his own small emotions, and he smiled and hated for a while, and talked to He Youan about his father's recent situation without blame.

He Youan saw that Wanying had eased up, and thought: Thank God, thank you, Master Shi, it really helped me a lot. If Wanying doesn't forgive herself, she won't be at ease on the way to the south! Looks like yesterday's trip still worked. At least in exchange for Wanying to take the initiative to talk to herself.

"Do you have time tomorrow night?" He You'an took an inch and plucked up the courage to ask Wanying.

"What do you want to do?" Wan Ying asked defensively.

"Ming'er is Chinese New Year's Eve, the palace fireworks, send the stove to the sky, I want to take you to the star tower to watch the fireworks."

When He Youan talked to Wanying, he always only used you and me, not names, which made Wanying very uncomfortable.

"The general will be promoted the day after tomorrow, presumably there will be redundancy, so Wanying will not bother."

"No, no, it's just because I'm leaving the day after tomorrow that I want to invite you to watch the fireworks with me."

"Wanying doesn't like fireworks, the general doesn't have to bother."

"Then what do you like, you tell me, I will do it!"

Wan Ying frowned slightly, this He You'an is really a thief, just after a while, he began to reappear again.

"General He, Wanying's name is Shi Wanying, and the general is always you, me, and me, it's really not presentable."

Wanying has always been sharp-toothed, and one sentence poured He You'an's heat into the fire, and it was half extinguished. Fortunately, He Youan was tenacious, and still used the remaining heat in his heart to say to Wanying: "Oh, what do you like about Wanying, tell me, I will definitely do it." ”

He Youan's thinking is not as complicated as Wanying, Wanying doesn't let herself say you, you, me and me, so he adds Wanying's name in front of you, you, me and me.

Wanying was also speechless, she wanted to tactfully refuse He Youan's proposal, but she didn't expect the other party to realize it at all. For this kind of simple-minded person, he can only speak bluntly, and euphemism will only be more cumbersome. Thinking of this, Wanying simply refused directly, saying, "Wanying doesn't like anything, the general doesn't have to bother." ”

"That's not going to work, you at least tell me, oh no! Wanying, you at least tell me the same! ”

Wanying saw that his behavior, words and deeds were really ridiculous, but she couldn't laugh, she just held back and said: "It's not too early, Wanying won't send the general, the general came to send a letter to Wanying in the cold, Wanying thanked the general." ”

After saying that, he walked to the door, lifted the curtain, and made a 'you are good to go' gesture.

He Youan stood in Wanying's room in embarrassment, leaving, definitely unwilling, not leaving, Wanying had already put on a posture of opening the door to send off guests.

Whether to go or not to go was hesitating, Wanying frowned again and urged: "The general walks slowly, Wanying will not send." ”

He Youan was in a dilemma at this time, entering, Wanying was not allowed, retreating, and he was unwilling. In the middle of the trade-off, a heart-pounding thought suddenly burst into his mind. Kiss her, even if you leave, it can be regarded as some thoughts.

After making up his mind, He Youan looked at Wanying, who was angry with her puffed pink cheeks and pouting her cherry lips, as if she had eaten a leopard's gall, grabbed the cotton handkerchief that was thrown aside by Wanying, rushed to Wanying, and pasted her hot lips against Wanying's delicate red lips.

said that it was too late, Wan Ying was stupid by this scene, and quickly moved her mouth away, but when she moved her mouth, her face was still in place, and He You'an's lips pecked Wan Ying's soft face. Then he held the handkerchief tightly and flew out of Rongshou Palace like the wind.

The cold wind like cutting meat blew on He You'an's hot face, and suddenly turned into an intoxicating spring breeze. The heavy snow under his feet has also turned into a soft cotton, light and fluffy. He Youan ran to the Mianshou Bridge in one breath, swallowed the heart that jumped to his throat into his stomach, unfolded the handkerchief in his hand, and pasted it on his face. It was as if I heard the wet tears on the hot ironing handkerchief on my face, and made a 'smack' sound.

A few jackdaws looked at He You'an inexplicably, and 'croaked' a few long times. He Youan carefully tucked the handkerchief into his cuffs. Fly out of the Ziwei Shrine like a cheerful bird.

In the Rongshou Palace, Wanying stood behind the curtain in a daze, if it wasn't for the curtain covering the scene just now, Wanying was so ashamed that she would have wiped her neck.

The cold hand, touching the cheek that had been kissed by He You'an just now, also made a 'bang' sound. It's like the sound of a red-hot iron pestle suddenly being put into cooling water. Wanying could even smell her heart in the air. His heart was almost burned by the burns on his face.

Hate, hate, Wan Ying picked up the handkerchief she threw on the bed and wiped her cheeks fiercely, as if she could wash away the shame just now.

A few blood-red marks were impressively arranged on Wanying's face, Wanying sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, her eyes looked at the fox-tailed lilies and phalaenopsis placed in front of the window, and she picked up the scissors in shame, cut off all the fox-tailed lilies, and threw them into the furnace.

"He You'an, Wanying never wants to see you again, never wants to see you again!"