On this day, the sun was shining. It has been more than 20 days since Zhuang Meiyan moved to the "Phoenix Nest".

This small village has a nice name, the phoenix nest, legend has it that this was once the nest of the phoenix, a fortune teller said, this place is surrounded by mountains, treasures gathered, destined to produce a virtuous queen. Of course, these are all jokes that the old people tell to children after dinner, and they can't be taken seriously.

In the past few days, with the help of enthusiastic villagers, the old house has been renewed. The new thatched roof is fluffy and warm, and the new wooden doors and windows, carefully brushed with tung oil, look particularly bright. Under the eaves hung a large bunch of dried mushrooms sent by Aunt Zhang, dried meat and dried fish given by Aunt Li, and I don't know which enthusiastic villager sent a few ears of golden old corn and a bunch of red peppers to hang by the door.

The weeds in front of the house have been cleared, and the boys have made a beautiful fence wall and fence gate out of bamboo behind the house. In the left corner of the yard there are two fat and big old hens, who are concentrating on digging in the soil with their heads down, which are also sent by Han Niu'er's mother, Aunt Li, these two hens are very diligent, and will bring them two big eggs every day, and in the right corner there is a row of neatly stacked firewood.

Zhuang Meiyan used to live in a deep house compound, although she was said to have received a cold reception, but she could be regarded as a person who came to reach out for food and open her mouth, and did not know the difficulties of living alone, let alone managing her finances. When I came to Fenghuangwo Village, I was fortunate to meet these enthusiastic villagers, especially Aunt Li, who not only helped her repair her old house, but also gathered a lot of daily necessities and food for them, so that they could spend this winter.

The enthusiasm of the villagers, on the one hand, is due to the simplicity of the people here, and on the other hand, because Jiang Fubai's cousin Jiang Yutang has seen a doctor for the villagers here, and everyone remembers his kindness, so they take special care of Meiyan.

What relieved Zhuang Meiyan the most was that the villagers were simple, no one here cared about her appearance, let alone the birthmarks on her face. When I first came, I was having dinner at Aunt Li's house, and a neighbor's child said something coldly.

"Mother, why is my sister's face bleeding? It's bleeding a lot, does she hurt?"

Zhuang Meiyan subconsciously blocked the right half of his face with his hand, and his expression was quite unnatural.

The child's mother, a young woman, immediately rebuked the child, and smiled awkwardly at the charm, for the countryman was not good at words, and did not know how to explain it.

Aunt Li laughed heartily, patted the top of the child's head affectionately, and said, "Mud boy, what do you know, let's play while playing." That's a birthmark, it's a blessing, don't the old people often say, how blessed is a red mole. ”

The villagers smiled kindly, and Zhuang Meiyan slowly lowered his hand, feeling a trace of warmth in his heart.

Here, no one will sneer at them again, and there will be no hidden arrows and open guns, and life will finally break away from the gloom and reveal the warm sunshine.

Zhuang Phantom helped her mother to the yard to enjoy the autumn afternoon sun, she sat next to her mother, spread out her mother's long hair, and carefully combed her. Mother greeted the sun, her eyes squinted, her face showing a rare sense of tranquility, and she hummed a small tune softly.

When my mother was in a calm mood, she occasionally sang, and my mother's voice was very good, and her singing voice was beautiful and moving.

The mother's voice echoed in the mountains, which were quiet, and not far away a stream slowly flowed down the mountain, among the golden poplar trees, appearing and disappearing, and finally flowing in front of their door, the stream tinkling.

Suddenly, among the poplar trees, a melodious flute sounded, startling a flock of birds, circling in the sky and gradually moving away. The flute has a low rhythm and a gentle tune, which makes people feel an inexplicable sadness, which is faintly matched with the minor key hummed by the mother.

The mother seemed to feel it, and her expression perked up, and she actually sang clearly:

"Summer days, winter nights. After the age of 100, he returns to his home. ”

The tone was slow, low and sad, and the mother's eyes flowed a tear, but the corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile, and she continued to sing:

"Winter nights, summer days. After the age of 100, it will be returned to its chamber. ”

The sound of the flute came from far and near, and by the end of the song, Zhuang Meiyan could already see a white horse leisurely walking out of the woods, coming to the stream in front of their door, bowing his head and drinking, while its owner followed and walked with a stride.

It was a man, a very special man.

Quiet and beautiful as a virgin face, fair and good-looking, thin and slender eyebrows, naturally curved, the most beautiful is that pair of eyes, like the spring season of the two Hong Lake water, containing a warm smile, black eyes, deep and bottomless, as if can hold a whole world. Such a person is beautiful enough, but he also wears a white robe, his black hair is loose, and he only wraps it around his waist with a white ribbon at will, which sets off his romantic and elegant nature.

Thus he stepped out of the shadows of the woods and stood in the sun. For a moment, Zhuang Meiyan felt that the sun seemed to dim a little, and everything around him dimmed with it, only the white robe, a white horse, white and slender fingers holding a bamboo flute, and an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, shining brightly.

"Girl, who sang the song just now?"

Even the sound is so gentle and good, like a stream in front of the door, flowing with the flow.

Almost subconsciously, Zhuang Meiyan turned her face, and in a panic, she brushed the broken hair on her forehead to the right, blocking the red mole on the right side of her face, and turned her left face to the man, and replied in a low voice: "It was sung by my mother." ”

The man nodded and chanted in a low voice: "Ge Sheng Mengchu, the vine is in the wild." Yu Mei died here, who was alone. ”

His voice was very pleasant, and when the same words came out of his mouth, there was no sadness like when his mother hummed, only calm and eased.

When Zhuang Meiyan was still immersed in the rhyme of this poem, a piercing horse neighing sounded in his ears.

"Miss, Miss, I'm back. ”

She raised her head in surprise and saw a carriage coming from the opposite mountain road, Han Niu'er rushed back from the town with Chunju, Chunju's little face was flushed, and she waved at her excitedly.

Zhuang Meiyan nodded at Chunju, and when she looked at the man next to the stream, it was empty.

There was no trace left, as if he had never appeared, it was really like a dream.

Zhuang Meiyan suddenly felt as if her heart was empty.

Chunju followed Han Niu'er's carriage to the town in the morning, quietly bought some daily necessities, and at the same time went to the brocade village in the town to buy a few brocade fabrics for embroidery, and also bought some ordinary cloth fabrics. She saw that the padded jackets worn by the children in the village were so shabby, and in order to thank the villagers for their help, she decided to make a padded jacket for each of the children.

She didn't have much savings, but now she has a lot of things, so she sent Chunju back to the Zhuang Mansion to advance three months' money. However, she didn't have much hope for this, Liu's mother, who was in charge of the accounts and distributed the money, was the henchman of the Liu family, and in the past, their regular money in the house would be deducted seven or eight times, and there was not much left in her hand, and it would be delayed for a long time before it was given to them.

Sure enough, after Chunju and Han Niu'er moved their things out of the car, they didn't mention the money, and just buried themselves in cleaning up. After a long time, Chunju muttered: "Mother Liu said that the expenses in the house are too big these days, and the money is tight for a while, and the second lady said that the girls' share will take a few days to get it." He also said......"

Chunju was a little afraid to face Zhuang Meiyan's gaze, looked straight at the crack in the ground, and whispered: "...... said that there was never a practice of advance in other rooms, and said that the young lady should not break the rules. ”

Zhuang Meiyan sighed softly when she saw this, fortunately, she didn't pin all her hopes on this money. She asked Chunju to buy back the brocade fabric, and she believed that with her own craftsmanship, she would definitely be able to raise a large family.

Chunju was still muttering and complaining: "Mrs. Liu is a snob, last time the slave maid saw Cuilian in the second lady's room advance half a year's money, not only did she not blame, but she also smiled all over her face, and asked 'is it enough', it's really ......."

Zhuang Meiyan interrupted her nagging with a smile and ordered: "Okay, if you don't give it, you won't give it, I don't believe that we will starve to death - I naturally have a way." ”

Zhuang Meiyan looked up and saw that Han Niu'er had already arranged the carriage and was about to leave, so she hurriedly instructed Chunju: "Chunju, let Han Niu'er go into the house and rest for a while." I boiled lotus seed glutinous rice porridge, you go to the kitchen and bring a bowl to Niu Ge'er to warm up. ”

Chunju answered, and immediately walked to the easternmost kitchen. As soon as he arrived at the kitchen door, he saw a figure rushing out of the room in a panic, and Chunju screamed.

"Ahh