It's the New Year's Festival again, and Mrs. Jiang and his wife took their eldest grandson and rushed back to Jiang's house ten days ago. The second old lady Jiang and his family finally rushed back on the twenty-ninth day of the year. The Jiang family reunion was beaming, Jiang Wanmu sat quietly in the room, holding the embroidered bandage of auspicious words in her hand, and was slowly adding color to it. Ji Yan, who was practicing writing on the table, paused, stretched out his head to see Jiang Wanmu's embroidery pattern, and opened his mouth to ask: "Miss, are you embroidering the high flower branches of the Dengxi Festival now?" ”

Jiang Wanmu looked up at her with a smile and said, "Well, I deserve this color well, I will embroider the branches of this flower first, and then add flowers and leaves to it after embroidering and playing." Ji Yan looked at the embroidery shed with a bitter face, and the branches that were obviously growing extremely unsmoothly, and then looked at the uneven line, and she said in a small voice: "Miss, if you really like this flower, when the weather is warm and the fingers are flexible, we will practice well." ”

Jiang Wanmu glanced at the flowers she had embroidered, and felt quite good about herself, feeling that she was practicing for the first time, and she was quite proud to have such a good level. Although the flower branch line of the Dengxi Festival is a little pothole-filled at a closer look, it is still quite good at first glance, and the branches embroidered by themselves have a sense of reality. Jiang Wanmu looked up at Ji Yan and said, "You don't have to wait for the weather to be warm, your young lady rubs her hands, and her fingers are quite flexible, I will continue to embroider and embroider this pattern in a few days." ”

Ji Yan listened to Jiang Wanmu's words, and was quite helpless about his own young lady. She lowered her head and continued to write, while Jiang Wanmu was embroidering flowers, thinking about Jiang Wanxian's words, after that day, the Jiang family came and went, Jiang Wanyi helped the principal, and there was no gap, just like before, she sent someone to pay attention to her verbally every three or two days.

The snow outside was extremely heavy, and when it was almost time to eat, Jiang Wanmu listened to the movement of the snow outside, and said to Ji Yan: "You go to the big kitchen and wait, and come back with our food." If it's convenient, you go straight there and eat and come back. Ji Yan put down the pen and paper, glanced at the words written on the table, thought about it and continued to ask Jiang Wanmu: "Miss, is even the young master's handwriting very good?" Jiang Wanmu glanced at her with a smile and said, "At least that word, you have to practice every day for a year to catch up." ”

Ji Yan's mouth moved, and his eyes turned and turned. In the past year, she has been in and out of the house, listening to too many words, and occasionally fighting carefully, she is no longer the ignorant little girl she used to be, and the immaturity on her face gradually disappeared between her eyebrows. Jiang Wanmu glanced up at her and urged her to say, "Go quickly!" There will be a lot of people, and you will have to wait there for a long time. ”

Ji Yan walked out of the room, Jiang Wanmu put down the embroidery bandage in her hand, stood up and moved her body. When the courtyard door rang, she heard Ji Yan's loud voice and a slightly surprised greeting: "Hello Young Master!" Jiang Wanmu heard this greeting voice, and walked to the door in the same surprise, the snow was falling so heavily, it was already the end of the year when every family wanted to have a reunion dinner, Lian Zimo came to Jiang's house to find himself at this time, what was the important matter, and he couldn't wait for a while.

The door opened, the snow was falling outside, and in the yard, Lian Zimo was walking in a dark red brocade robe, with a white snow and red clothes fluttering, a beautiful and coquettish young man. Ji Yan followed closely and asked with a smile: "Young Master Lian, my brother who comes with you on weekdays, is he still waiting behind?" Lian Zimo frowned obviously, and said coldly: "I want to talk to your young lady, you can wait at the gate of the courtyard." The smile on Ji Yan's face was hidden, and she stopped, she raised her face to look at Jiang Wanmu.

Jiang Wanmu looked at Lian Zimo, who looked unhappy, and said to Ji Yan: "Ji Yan, you go and make a bowl of hot tea for Young Master Lian to warm up." She opened the door a little more and said to Lian Zimo: "Brother Lian, it's cold outside." If you have something to do with me, come into the room and tell me. She turned and went into the room, picked up the paper on which she had written, and put it away, and then reached out and stacked the booth and the embroidery box.

When Lian Zimo entered the room, Jiang Wanmu stood at the table to greet her, and when he sat down quietly, she sat down slowly. Lian Zimo picked up the words written by Ji Yan and studied them carefully. His eyebrows, which have always been flamboyant, are full of indescribable expressions at this time. Lian Zimo carefully looked at one paper after another full of words, and said to Jiang Wanmu: "This character still has to be written with heart, the pen is too weak, and I am a little inattentive when writing." ”

Jiang Wanmu lowered her eyebrows, nodded obediently and said, "I will pay attention to it in the future." A shallow smile appeared in Lian Zimo's eyes, and then disappeared in an instant. He carefully looked around Jiang Wanmu's room, then turned back to the face of the person in front of him, glanced at her dark blue cotton robe, and said in a deep voice: "Under the care of your eldest sister, your life in the Jiang family is still not much better." Jiang Wanmu raised her head, shook her head and looked at him, and said cautiously: "In terms of food and clothing at home, treat me with everything." ”

Lian Zimo stood up and walked around the room, his brows furrowed and wrinkled, and when he stopped again, his eyes were clear and sharp, he looked down at Jiang Wanmu who was sitting at the table and said, "The eighth day of the Lunar New Year is a good day, and my family will come to Jiang's house to give the first gift when I get engaged." Jiang Wanmu looked up at him in surprise, the eldest lady and the second miss of the Jiang family have not yet been engaged, so it is not her turn to be the third lady to be engaged first.

Jiang Wanmu's black and white eyes made Lian Zimo's eyes flash slightly, he turned his face away, and slowly spoke: "The two adults have discussed carefully a few days ago, and I and Wanyi will have the first ceremony on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. On the day of marriage, the elders said that we were still young, so it was set in the autumn of the following year, when the two of us were getting older, and it was a good time to get married. ”

'Boom' opened the door of the room, carefully holding Ji Yan who was holding the wooden utensils, because he was kneeling on the ground quickly, and quickly grabbed the tea bowl that fell down, all the tea in the bowl was spilled, and the empty bowl was grabbed by Ji Yan in his hand and held in his arms. The wooden utensils fell heavily into the room, and the tea on the ground soaked away in an instant. Ji Yan held the bowl in one hand, picked up the wooden utensils with the other, got up and smiled vigorously and said to Jiang Wanmu: "Miss, it's so dangerous, fortunately, I just splashed tea, the bowl is fine, and the utensils are not broken." ”

Lian Zimo's face darkened, looked at Jiang Wanmu and said, "Your eldest sister said that she was going to come to talk to you, I think I am a man, and this should have been said by me." As long as she thinks of you now, she feels very uneasy in her heart, and she feels sorry for you. Jiang Wanmu, I asked myself that in the past year or so, I have taken care of you in everything. And your eldest sister, who may have been young in the past, never took care of you, but over the past year, she has always been attentive to you. ”