Nanxi was stunned, when did the inkstone in the house appear?

Eight years ago?

Little by little, the memories came back......

Summerhouse... Kite... Calligraphy... Ink...

A gust of wind passed, Nanxi's calligraphy and paintings were blown high by the wind, scattered in all corners of the pavilion, Xiao Jin ran after one of the calligraphy and paintings, but watched it float into the lake.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound sounded, Nanxi turned around, only to see a square inkstone fall on the ground and shattered into two halves, and the beautiful scenery of the lake pavilion that had been painted all morning was also splashed with large pieces of ink.

Nanxi picked up the beautiful scenery of the lake pavilion, and the man resting in the tree in the painting was covered with ink and only one leg was left.

Nanxi sighed, she was in no mood to paint today, so she said to Xiao Jin: "I'm tired, go back!" As he spoke, he went in the direction of Nanfu.

Xiao Jin took the calligraphy and painting in his hand and followed with his head down, thinking to himself, it is rare for Miss to be in the mood to paint today, but God is also against Miss.

Nanxi was eleven years old that year, just over a year after Mrs. Nan's death, Nanxi has been depressed, and Master Nan rarely goes home to take care of his brother and sister, and his younger brother Nanfeng has always been taken care of by Aunt Rong.

Aunt Rong is Mrs. Nan's dowry maid, and she brought Nanxi with one hand, and Mrs. went and took care of the little master carefully.

After Mrs. Nan died, Nanxi stood in the gazebo in a daze every day, and the magnolia on the beam was her mother's favorite. Looking directly north of the pavilion, there is a stout banyan tree, evergreen all year round, lush and green, with intertwined roots. And there was always a young man in Tsing Yi on that tree, lying lazily inside, Nanxi was puzzled, what good things were on the tree, and some people often went there to rest.

Nanxi walked two steps and turned back, looked at the stout banyan tree, the boy on the tree was gone, Nanxi turned around and continued to walk back......

"Miss, is this your calligraphy and painting?"

A nice voice sounded from behind Nanxi, Nanxi turned around and looked at the person, it was a noble son, with flirtatious hair, wearing a blue satin robe, with a white jade belt around his waist, he held the beautiful scenery of the lake pavilion and watched it carefully.

"It's exactly what my young lady did." Xiao Jindao.

The man smiled and said, "The beautiful scenery of the lake pavilion is naturally good, but it's a pity that there is a lack of talented boys!" ”

Nanxi's face suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head and said to Xiao Jin: "Xiao Jin, we should go back." ”

Huo Mian stared blankly at the beautiful scenery of the lake pavilion and smiled: "Interesting! ”

Since then, Nanxi has rarely gone to the pavilion to stand.

Outside the window, spring is full of joy, but the lady in the boudoir is leaning on the windowsill every day and looking at the vitality outside the window, and she secretly hurts herself.

Nanxi looked out the window, there was a kite flying in the air, it was pleasing to the eye, she was calm, she only felt that the kite was familiar.

The kite gradually flew closer, and Nanxi fixed his eyes to see that the kite was painted with the beautiful scenery of the lake pavilion splashed by ink!

She looked around, but she couldn't see the person flying the kite, and wondered, who had picked it up?

Could it be the son of the day?

Suddenly, a stone fell on the windowsill of Nanxi, Nanxi poked her head out, looked over, and saw the young man in Tsing Yi who met that day lying on a tree not far from Nanfu waving to her, and the two little girls under the tree were struggling to fly kites.

Nanxi was a little annoyed, closed the window and ignored him, but after a while, there was a sound of banging on the windowsill outside the window, Nanxi still ignored it, but the sound seemed to be endless.

"Xi'er, what are you knocking on?" Master Nan's newly married concubine asked.

"Nothing!"

Nanxi had no choice but to open the window angrily, only to see a huge face appear in front of her, the person's hair around the beauty tip fell on the face, a pair of peach blossom eyes are very good-looking, Nanxi was startled, stunned there, only to see the young man take out a paper bag from his arms and stuff it to her, and waved at her and quickly climbed over the wall.

The thing in his hand was wrapped firmly in rice paper, and when he opened it, it was a beautiful inkstone!

Outside the house, Nan Feng's heart-rending cry suddenly sounded, and Nanxi put down the inkstone and walked out of the boudoir, and has not touched it since.

Huo Mian saw that Nanxi seemed to fall into a deep memory, and smiled: "You remembered?" ”

"You're the boy?" Nanxi's eyes flickered, and he paused and said, "Why do you look like this now?" Bad water in my stomach! ”

Huo Mian was a little disappointed, and said, "Have you ever seen the back of that inkstone?" ”

"Back?" Nanxi looked puzzled.

Huo Mian sighed slightly: "It's okay not to mention it." ”

Seeing that his expression changed slightly, Nanxi stopped asking questions and continued to grind.

After a long time, Huo Mian seemed to have written, straightened his clothes, stood up and said, "Let's go, go and meet my headache dick!" ”

The second child in Huo Mian's mouth is a famous demon king in Kecheng, who has been favored by Wanjia since he was a child, does not love poetry and etiquette, and has many friends in wine and meat, and what interests him the most is nothing more than beauty, but this second young master is naturally flowery, and has never been in love with a woman for more than two months, it can be said that he has played with more women than Huo Mian has read more books.

It's not that Nanxi hasn't heard of this demon king of the mixed world, but he doesn't want to understand, and he hates this kind of son, so that Huo Mian didn't react when he mentioned it.

Nanxi followed behind Huo Mian, and walked for a long time but didn't see Huo Qing's tent, I really don't know how far apart the two brothers have to be to feel safe.

Walking all the way to the southernmost side, Nanxi saw a camp tent appear in front of him, the scale was much larger than the ones he had seen before, and it was normal for the pampered second child to have such a shelf.

It's just that Nanxi's heart is inexplicably uneasy.

When the two approached, a small guy outside the account saw someone coming, and hurriedly raised his voice and said, "The eldest young master is here!" He took two steps forward and saluted respectfully.

Nanxi smiled, he was so obvious, as if he wanted to let outsiders know that there was a cat in the tent.

After a while, a young man came out of it, about sixteen or seventeen years old, he looked delicate, a little similar to Huo Mian, but he had a ruffian appearance on his face, and his body was slightly delicate, which was far from Huo Mian's mighty and domineering.

The young man didn't greet his eldest brother when he saw him coming, and said with reluctance on his face: "Isn't it good for you to stay in the north, eldest brother, what are you doing here?" ”

Huo Mian ignored him, opened the curtain and walked in, Huo Qing immediately followed and said, "Big brother~"

"Where did you hide the girl?" Huo Mian looked like a teacher asking for sin.

"What... What kind of girl, I'm all men here, how can there be a girl? Huo Qing's erratic little eyes had obviously betrayed him.

Huo Mian walked forward and sat down, and said, "You detained the girl in Huaixi Building, and the boss came to the door." ”

"Which boss is so bold that he dares to ask for someone with Young Master Ben!" Huo Qing straightened his small body and said.