There is only one corridor between the Feitian Building where the fourth aunt lives and the Benyue Building where Mrs. Xiang lives. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Xiang Yougen walked through this corridor to the outside of Mrs. Xiang's room, straightened his clothes, and knocked lightly on the door.

Mrs. Xiang's gentle voice came from inside: "It's rooted, right?" Come on in! ”

Xiang Yougen developed a habit after Mrs. Xiang married into the Xiang family, and in addition to greeting the old man Xiang Shouyi every day, he would also go to Mrs. Xiang's room to greet Mrs. Xiang. At first, the young Mrs. Xiang was very unaccustomed to it, because Xiang Yougen was not a few years younger than Mrs. Xiang, and as time went by, the more the old Mrs. Xiang took this invitation more and more, and now every morning in the room, she would wait for Xiang Yougen to ask for peace before arranging other things. Once a habit is formed, an inconspicuous thing becomes a pattern.

"Madame, please give you a greeting!" Xiang Yougen bowed.

"What's going on outside?" Mrs. Xiang, who was sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals, always had a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, counting them one by one.

"It's not like that spicy guy is sick again!" Xiang Yougen stood at the table and waited for Mrs. Xiang to show him a seat. As soon as Mrs. Xiang's hand was raised, Xiang Yougen knew that she could sit next to Mrs. and talk about something.

Mrs. Xiang will stay in the room most of the time, except for tomorrow's meal time and go to the back garden in the afternoon to rest for a while, Mrs. Xiang will recite Buddha in the room at other times. However, not going out does not mean that you don't know what's going on outside, no, every day there will be Xiang Yougen to tell her about the outside world.

"What's going on here?"

"What else could she be a big deal about? It's just that the master doesn't care about her! ”

"Oh!" Knowing that there was nothing important, Mrs. Xiang was relieved.

"I beat someone and smashed a room of things, this time I should be deflated!"

"Why are you angry again? Did this person provoke her again? As soon as she heard that someone was innocently beaten, Mrs. Xiang, who was fasting and reciting Buddha with a good heart, frowned.

"Who dares to provoke her with that temper? This beaten maid is Qiaoyun who serves her every day. ”

"Hasn't that kid been with her for years?"

"It's not that you don't know that her temper is not recognized by her six relatives. Whoever points to him is unlucky. ”

"Alas! Take pity on Qiaoyun's child. ”

"Madame, you should also speak of her."

"Let her go! If it makes a lot of trouble, the master will naturally clean her up, I can't talk about her, and she won't take care of me. "Mrs. Xiang has always heard it, and she doesn't take it to heart, and there is really no one in this family who will take her words seriously.

"Madam, there are still some things to deal with in the accounting room, so I will take my leave, and you can rest well."

"Hmm." Mrs. Xiang and the others went out again, closed her eyes and counted the Buddhist beads that she could never count.