As he spoke, Steward Peng's tea had already been served on the table, and he immediately withdrew.

I saw An Yixin twisting a lot of brown sugar in it, this taste is exactly the same as Shen Ya, and it is really biological.

It's a pity that it doesn't seem to make much sense to be biological or not.

An Yixin stirred the black tea and sighed: "It's been more than thirty years, if you want to hear it, I'll tell you." ”

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More than thirty years ago, one day, a child came to the An Mansion, oh, not a child to be exact, it should be a teenager, a teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old.

On that day, An Yixin was holding a pot of dying flowers at home, crying, she was also a girl at that time, cardamom in her prime.

Just as An Yixin was crying, the door of the house opened, and Duke An Luliang, who had retired at that time, came back, and came with a dirty boy.

An Yixin held the flowers, and was originally going to cry with An Luliang and ask for comfort, but who knew that he saw the dirty young man, who looked very abrupt in the clean and tidy home.

This glance made An Yixin's mood worse.

However, the gentle Duke An Luliang still let her over, patted her head and smiled: "Yixin, Xiaobai will live in our house in the future, he came to the imperial capital alone to go to college, there is no place to live, and living in the school is very expensive, so Dad asked him to live with us, you have to get along well." ”

An Yixin still had tears in the corners of her eyes, glanced up and down at the dirty boy, and snorted: "White? Where is he white? It's obviously called Xiao Hei. ”

At that time, An Yixin didn't notice that the dirty boy just wanted to stretch out his hand to shake hands with her, but he stopped stiffly.

However, although Xiaobai looks dirty, his face is very good-looking, which is particularly painful, and he laughs like a scene of the revival of everything in spring.

Xiao Bai paused for a moment, smiled brightly, and nodded: "If my sister likes to call me Xiao Hei, just call me Xiao Hei." ”

An Yixin is a few months older than Bai Bingcheng, so it is reasonable for Bai Bingcheng to be called "sister".

Who knows, after hearing her sister, An Yixin was even more unhappy: "Who is your sister, I don't have such a black brother." After speaking, An Yixin took An Luliang's hand and said coquettishly, "Dad, look, my flower is dying." ”

An Luliang rubbed his brows, propped his big hand on An Yixin's head, and looked at Bai Bingcheng, who was a little embarrassed on the side, and sighed: "Xiaobai, don't care, this girl has been spoiled by me and her brother since childhood, and she has a bad temper." ”

After the words fell, An Luliang saw Bai Bingcheng nodding sensibly, then turned his head to look at the flower in the hand of his wayward daughter, reached out and pinched the withered flower branch, and comforted: "Okay, don't be sad, wait for Dad to buy you another pot tomorrow." ”

Hearing An Luliang say this, An Yixin cried again: "So it's really hopeless?" No, I've been raising it for a long time. ”

At this moment, Xiao Hei suddenly took the flower pot in An Yixin's hand without politeness.

Seeing this scene, An Yixin became even more angry.

just didn't want to, when An Yixin was about to scold Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei said suddenly: "Sister, don't cry first, I can still save it." ”

Hearing this, An Yixin's crying and anger stopped, blinked her beautiful eyes, and said in surprise: "Can you save it?" ”

"Well, I grew up in the countryside and raised a lot of plants, and I have a way."

"Then if you can save it, I'll agree to let you stay at home."

In this way, Bai Bingcheng finally lived in An Mansion, and a month later, An Yixin's flowers were really planted by Bai Bingcheng, and they bloomed more luxuriantly, especially bright, and the pot of flowers was like An Yixin, blooming with the magnificence of peonies.