Gu Nianbin entered the room, pulled a book and leaned against the bedside to read, he is a very quiet person, he is busy in the company during the day, and returning home to read books is his main way to relax, he reads very miscellaneous books, there is everything, even Shao Baiqing's most shameful novels, anyway, it is a pastime, Gu Nianbin doesn't care about the form.

After looking at it for a while, he got up to look for water to drink, but when he opened the locker, he found that it was empty, and no one was allowed to enter the house when he was away, so there was no one to prepare for him. He had to go downstairs to the kitchen to get water, just passed by the restaurant, heard a knock on the side door, very slight, but in the quiet of the night is very clear, his heart moved, vaguely knew who it was, chased out to see, sure enough, under the faint moonlight, the thin figure flashed, as fast as a gust of wind. Only a faint aroma remained, like the smell of shampoo, very light, very good, lingering around him.

He stood there stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, it seemed that he had scared her, but in turn, she had not scared him? It's just inexplicable!

When he went upstairs and stood on the terrace to drink water, he saw Du Xiaoxian again, she was standing under the tree, her back was straight, her hair was scattered, hanging down on her shoulders, soft as a satin, in the middle of the night, it looked like it was jet black, the floor lamp in the low bushes was empty and hung on her feet, Gu Nianbin squinted her eyes and took a closer look, and found that there were several holes in the upper of her shoes, and there were seventeen or eighteen little girls wearing broken shoes in this era, which was incredible! Although the maids in the family are not very good, they are not shabby to this extent! Gu Nianbin was a little surprised, he was even more surprised by her eyes, she looked up at the sky, as if she didn't think of anything, her face was calm, her eyes were ethereal, but she was not sluggish, as if with some kind of hope and piety. She stood motionless under the tree, as if still, Gu Nianbin looked at her quietly, inexplicably, as if all the impetuousness and boredom were blown away by the night wind, and only peace remained......

A week has passed, Gu Nianbin wakes up every day with the sound of brushing and sweeping, and takes the alarm clock to check the time, it is seven o'clock and five minutes, this Du Xiaoxian is quite punctual. He stretched out and got up, walked to the window to see, the sky was already very bright, the golden sun was shining on the earth, the morning breeze was blowing, the air was light, and he took a deep breath, as if it had a faint sweetness.

Gu Nianbin's favorite morning in early autumn is not as hot as the summer day, and there is no cold in winter, which is the most comfortable and pleasant.

He saw Du Xiaoxian bending over, holding on to the big broom and sweeping the ground seriously, the leaves kept flying down, and a dark green curled leaf fell on her hair, she didn't seem to know, she still lowered her head and swept unhurriedly, the leaves shook on the tips of her hair with her movements, like a green butterfly fluttering about to fly.

Gu Nianbin felt that she was a little stupid, and she swept and fell, wasn't it in vain? He had seen other servants wait for the wind to stop and the leaves stopped drifting before they took a broom and went to sweep the floor, and he even saw a servant kicking a tree with his foot, trying to kick down the leaves on the tree and sweep them again.

But Du Xiaoxian is completely different from them, she is not impatient at all, leisurely, but extremely focused on sweeping, as if such a boring and mechanical action has become a kind of enjoyment for her.