"Yes, I like reed flowers, and they are scattered like snow!" Qianqian's tearful eyes were like autumn water under the moon, and the corners of her long skirt were blown by the wind that poured in, and the whole thing seemed to be about to fly into the air, revealing a sense of sadness, "But there is only one person in this world who can send me, and no one else can send it except him!" ”

"Is that him?" Jinyu's brows furrowed, and her words revealed endless loss.

"He's dead, if you see Luhua again, it's just a matter of seeing things and thinking about people, and it will add to the sadness!" Qianqian picked up the reed flower on the table and wanted to return it to Jinyu, but she caught a glimpse of the movement of his hand, full of surprise, "You also like to rub the corner of your clothes when you talk like this?" ”

Jin Yu raised her dark and bright eyes and looked straight at Qianqian, as if conveying endless words, and said after a while: "It's just sometimes!" After a pause, his eyes fell on the reed flower in front of him but he didn't stretch out his hand, "What?" It wouldn't be so coincidental that he would also wash his clothes like this! ”

"Yes!" Qianqian didn't look at Jinyu with a face, so she simply threw the reed flower on the table, and fluttered a snowflake again.

Rubbing his shoulder, he walked by, sat on the soft collapse by the window, stabilized his disturbed mind, and said, "He will too!" He's very smart, and he can't do anything to him, but sometimes when he faces me, he is a little helpless and rubs the corners of his clothes. ”

"Have you taken a closer look?" Jin Yu turned around to face Qianqian, and the temperature in her words plummeted, not as soft as she usually spoke to Qianqian, "Am I him?" ”

Qianqian was a little surprised, and then there was a contemptuous smile on the corner of her mouth: "You are also good-looking, handsome and handsome, if you don't ruin your home, you can be regarded as a person with a head and a face, but you are not angry, you can't compare with him!" So you are not qualified to send this reed flower! ”

Such words reminded Jinyu to remember her birth and the agreement between herself and Qianqian, and opened the distance between the two in the best way.

Jin Yu shook her head, with a hint of bitterness: "Isn't it just a handful of reed flowers?" I thought too much! Reaching out to pick up the reed flower on the table, she stared at it for a moment before saying, "Miss, don't worry, if you don't command in the future, Jinyu won't have half a point of arrogance!" ”

The tone was slightly tough, and Qianqian's ruddy lips trembled twice, but she didn't say anything after all. Jin Yu turned around and sat down at the table, poured herself a cup of tea, the tea had already cooled, and the coldness spread all the way down the hot lips and tongue after taking a sip, and a coolness was poured into her heart.

Jin Yu bit her lip tightly, her eyebrows twisted into a Sichuan character, and a burst of soreness penetrated her brain.

She's still like that, still remembering herself. Grateful for her affection, but mixed with hatred, Jinyu only felt as if someone had blown cold air in her heart, and she couldn't breathe out, and she felt uncomfortable. Such discomfort made her dare not look back at Qianqian.

She still had tears in her eyes just now, and she didn't know if she had stubbornly wiped herself dry at this moment. Has her heart been deserted into a lonely grave for many years, and with her infatuation and her persistence, the grave buries him, a person who has been dead for ten years, but has come back with a new face.

In the silent air, there were sighs one after another, one after another, a sound that was hers, like a wind blowing through the long grassland, making a faint whistling; The sound was his, like a phantom spring trapped under the ice, full of helplessness.

The lantern exploded with a slight sound, which finally disturbed the two of them who were contemplative, and the sound of small footsteps came from under the corridor.

Rue Xiang stood at the door and looked at the two people in the room, one of them was still in tears, and the other was sitting with his back to him with a gloomy face, and he didn't dare to inquire more when he saw that there was a problem.

"What's wrong? Can I help you? Instead, Qianqian reined in the gloom and sadness just now and said.

"Miss, uncle!" Rue Xiang said calmly: "Master Hou is back, I invite my aunt and Miss to go to the study!" ”

Jin Yu leaned back, leaned her head on the table and asked, "It's such a big night, my father-in-law still has something to do!" ”

The clothes behind him rubbed, and a faint fragrance hit, it was the incense on Qianqian's body, and he looked sideways and saw that he was already close to him: "If it weren't for a big deal, my father wouldn't let us go late at night!" If you told us to go quickly!"

casually picked up the fur cloak on the screen and draped it on himself, regardless of whether Jinyu followed him or not, he went out directly.

The night sinks into an endless abyss, not even the stars, let alone the moonlight, the wind is very strong, the clothes that blow are swollen like balls, and the cloak is lifted high by the lingering wind behind him, like a ginkgo biloba leaf flying on the branches. It's just that the night was so heavy that even the ginkgo biloba lost its bright yellow, withered and dimmed under the faint light, and covered with a disgusting gray.

Rue Xiang walked in front with a lantern to light the way, and the two walked through the corridor all the way, and came to Zhuo Yinfeng's study after several twists and turns.

Qianqian motioned for Rue Xiang to retreat, and was a little hesitant before entering the door, but she still glanced back, and saw that Jinyu was following behind, only a few steps away from her, and her heart softened. Suddenly remembering the action of rubbing the corners of his clothes when he spoke just now, Qianqian frowned, and then put aside the distracting thoughts and gently buckled the door.

"Daddy! Are you looking for us? ”

"Come in!"

Zhuo Yinfeng had already changed out of his court clothes, with a trace of tiredness in the corners of his eyes, but a smile was brewing at the corners of his mouth, watching his daughter gently salute himself, and at a glance he caught a glimpse of Jinyu, who was also respectfully saluting behind him, and his face sank.

"No need to salute, get up!" He pointed to the chair next to the bookcase and was very polite: "Sit down!" ”

There are only two chairs, Zhuo Yinfeng has already sat on one, and there are two people left.

"Sit down, lady!" According to the etiquette, Jin Yu still called Qianqian as a lady, and helped Qianqian with interest, Qianqian gently dodged on one side, and Jinyu's hand hung in the air awkwardly.

"You don't have to pretend in front of me!" Zhuo Yinfeng glanced at Jinyu out of the corner of his eye, and pointed at Qianqian: "You sit down!" ”

"No need Daddy!" A flush flew on Qianqian's face, and Yu Guang glanced at Jinyu and said softly: "My daughter has been reading and embroidering for an afternoon, and her waist is a little sore, so it's good to stand for a while!" ”

"Then so be it!" Zhuo Yinfeng's fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair in turn, tilting his head to look at this Jinyu for a moment before saying, "Recently, I saw that you have been locked in your room to read, what are you reading?" ”

Jin Yu respectfully said a series of names: "Zhou Yi", "Etiquette", and "Book of Songs"! ”

"Scholars start with etiquette, know the number of etiquette, and show manners to rhyme body and mind." Zhuo Yinfeng twisted his beard and said slowly, with no expression on his face indifferent, and his voice sank, "If you knew that you had done some learning, how could you be addicted to gambling and lose your family property!" ”