"Is that really good?" Yue'er asked gently, not to ask him to really answer, she took off the bracelet and wrapped it in a white silk handkerchief, and properly received it in her embroidery box.

Rong Changfeng went to the cloakroom to change his clothes, and after a while, he came out, stepped on slippers inlaid with gold silk, draped in a black brocade nightgown, and his belt was not tied, so he went to find a cigarette.

Yue'er sat in front of the dressing table with her earrings unloaded, and saw him turning matches everywhere, thinking that his smoking addiction was really getting worse every day, and there was a box of matches in the drawer at hand, she picked it out and sent it to him, and he took it and smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

Yue'er said casually: "No thanks, but you don't turn over those drawers, I have to thank you, every time you turn over like a thief." ”

Rong Changfeng smiled apologetically, lit a cigarette and went to the study.

Yue'er continued to make up in the mirror, there was a thin and thin mutton fat jade bottle on the dressing table, with a daffodil that was about to wilt, she didn't look at it, she got up and went to the terrace to pinch a fresh plug, sat down gently, and didn't remember to take care of the makeup again, her left hand gently supported her cheeks, and she was stunned at the narcissus.

The nurse came in at this time, and when she saw that she was wearing a small silk garment, she said that she was careful to catch a cold, so she took a long silk robe and put it on her.

She was about to say that it was not very cold, but she was scared back by a bang outside, followed by another bang, and the nurse took her into her arms, and when the sound subsided, she slowly let go, and hurriedly asked: "Are you scared?" ”

Yue'er's face didn't come back, and she asked softly, "What's the sound?" ”

The nurse said: "The grandfather who has been in the palace is gone, and the coffin will be sealed tonight, I think it is because they are not afraid of the artillery battle." ”

Yue'er put her mind at ease and said that this is another custom in the north, and if there is no one, she will set off artillery. As he spoke, he saw something in the nurse's hand and said, "What is it in your hand?" ”

The nurse smiled, "I just brought it to you to see, Yue'er was born today, and the fourth master gave everyone a gift, and the most important thing was for me, I didn't care." ”

As he spoke, he opened the handkerchief and showed it to Yue'er, it was a pure gold old age longevity bracelet, yellow and bright, so not dazzling.

Yue'er touched her hand and said, "It's beautiful!" ”

At this time, Yu Deng'er came up and called and said that the fourth master would go downstairs to the platform for supper. They came back early, and they were delayed in the bedroom for a long time, but Rong Changfeng didn't want to rest, so he asked the cook to cook a few dishes, set out the fruits and dishes, and called the nurse to the platform to eat for a minute.

The nurse just meant something, ate some wedding cakes, and left the table.

Most of the servants were resting, Yingyue was also sleepy, and after eating some wine, she was slightly drunk, and sat in the dark and yawned like a kitten.

The misty moonlight shrouded in the terrace, the fragrance of tuberose flowed around the body, and the fireworks of Rong Changfeng were extinguished.

"Yue'er."

Suddenly called her, she faintly felt that something was wrong, but Rong Changfeng had no follow-up, and got up upside down to look at the fish tank.

The big white cat slept soundly under the flowers, making a purring sleep sound, Rong Changfeng smoked with one hand, and sprinkled a few grains of fish food with one hand slowly, causing the big fish to round its mouth and swim and chatter. There were no lights in the living room, only a few blue wall coverings were sparsely lit, and his face was ethereal in this hazy shimmer, as vague as a dream.

The slightly drunk moon passed through this dream, and went upstairs like a wisp of green smoke, until she stood on the terrace of the bedroom, only to realize that she was still awake in the night of the seventh day of the seventh month of the waste calendar, the waning moon hung in the treetops, and the month card in front of the window was motionless.

The table lamp behind him was turned on, knowing that he came in, and did not move, the pen, ink and paper inkstone shadow was silent on the case, and the paved rice paper was pressed upright, as if waiting for her to put down the pen, she couldn't help but reach out, gently picked up the green tube, sipped it on the inkstone, and when she put down the pen, she paused, Rong Changfeng's breath was already in her ears, silently, his big hand came up from behind, gently held her hand holding the pen, and took her to write down the four columns of big characters that floated like floating clouds and shocked dragons: July 7, the Palace of Eternal Life, In the middle of the night, when no one whispers, I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, and I am willing to be a branch on the earth.

She shuddered, the pen disappeared from her hand, her body hugged him tightly, and his voice was unprecedentedly gentle and compromised: "That's it, okay!" ”