Xu Du on the other end of the phone laughed happily, this stupid girl, praised her for being beautiful, and she didn't think about it naturally for so long before she replied with an embarrassed thank you, it was so cute.

Listening to the laughter in the microphone, Wen Qing's face blushed even more, and his eyebrows were dyed with unnatural pink.

"Don't be shy, in my brother's heart, it's not just beautiful today."

"It's beautiful every day."

"It's more beautiful today"

If the people outside knew that Xu Du, who was as cold as Shura, was blushing and heartbeating when he said this to the person with a gentle and doting face at the microphone at this moment, it would probably be frightened and fainted!

As his words came out, Wen Qing didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his face was absolutely red, and he could drip red water.

After a while, she clumsily changed the subject, "Are you busy today?"

Xu Du knew that she was shy and a little old-fashioned, so he was shy about it, so he didn't force her, and followed her words and said, "Well, it's okay."

"What did the woman say, don't worry about it, if you want to know something, you will ask when my brother returns, huh?" Xu Du finally said what he was worried about.

The situation of the old mansion, the housekeeper has already reported to him, about the next time with Grandpa Zhou, about Shen Tian's visit, about the maintenance and preference of grandma and Grandpa Zhou, he knows everything.

As for what the woman said, the housekeeper didn't stay and didn't know about it, but he didn't have anything unpleasant with her, and he didn't worry about what she said, but he was worried that the little milk cat would feel uncomfortable because he heard it.

After all, not all girls are as innocent and innocent as his little milk cat, and they have no scheming.

The appearance of the woman in the office that day had frightened her, and now she went to the old house and dangled in front of her grandmother, and he was worried that the little milk cat would be simple-minded and would think wildly.

"Okay." Wen Qing was surprised that he knew everything, but it was not surprising to think that he knew, it must have been told to him by the people of the old mansion.

He didn't receive a call, he must have called the old house, and the housekeeper would naturally tell him about the situation.

"Good." Xu Du said with satisfaction, "Didn't grandma take you out for a walk in the afternoon? Go to the break."

"Well, you too." nodded warmly in response, she actually didn't want to sleep, she wanted to see the "Fireworks" sent by Grandpa Zhou, but she knew that if she said it, he would definitely not agree, so she followed his words.

The two hung up the phone, Wen Qing forgot what they wanted to share, put the phone aside again, and re-opened the book on the table.

And Xu Du over there is not like what he just said on the phone, 'It's okay', there are stacks of documents on the desktop waiting for him to review.

He pressed the internal line to bring in a cup of coffee, and then returned to work, he had to finish the review before two o'clock, and set off at half past two to negotiate a cooperation.

Time has always been a reasonable arrangement for him and half a point can not be wasted, he wants to spend more time with his obedient little milk cat in the limited time.

On a late September afternoon, the air is devoid of languidness and mildness, the sun is unbridled, and the wind is wrapped in a layer of stuffiness, and the skin is dry and hot.

Sitting on the desk in front of the windowsill with a warm heart as water, looking at the book as quietly as a land, but it was not affected by the enthusiasm and wanton sunshine at all.

Jun is like an orchid, the valley is long wind, quiet and far-reaching, that's what she said.

"Knock... Miss Wenqing, are you up?" The knock on the door was accompanied by the voice of the maid.

The knock on the door knocked back the warmth of being immersed in the world of books, and she looked up at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, the sun was shining, and a sweet and soft smile appeared on her face, and she turned her head to the door.

"What's wrong?" Warmly responded to the maid knocking on the door.

"The old lady is up, and the kitchen has prepared afternoon tea, so you can come down and eat together." The maid replied respectfully.

"Okay, I'll clean up and go down, you go down first." Wenqing picked up the mobile phone on the desktop, and found that the time unconsciously turned out to be four o'clock, and the time to read the book really passed inadvertently.

The maid answered, and went down first.

Wen Qing looked at the number of pages in the lower left corner, then closed the book, placed it neatly on the table, and then moved the chair to stand up, when a summer wind blew, and the books on the table moved slightly.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up, but the habits she has developed since childhood have been engraved in her bones, to be neatly dressed, dignified, and give people the best side of the spirit.

She went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, then put her somewhat loose hair back in her head, looked at herself in the mirror, and there was nothing wrong with it, she walked out, changed into low-heeled high heels, put her hands on her waist and abdomen, and swayed downstairs.

The maids in the old house are busy with their duties, and when they see her, they will shout "Miss Warmth" with joy on their faces

Warmth will nod their heads one by one, no contempt, no pride, everything is so gentle and polite.

I didn't see the old lady in the front hall, didn't the maid just say that the old lady had already risen? Just when she was confused and wanted to ask.

Xiao An, the maid who came in with a basin of water and was about to wipe the table, saw it, and her face was happy, "Miss Wenqing, you are up, the old lady is waiting for you in the backyard, I will take you over."

As she spoke, she had already put the basin in her hand on the table beside her, and then wiped her hands on her apron before she came closer and stretched out her hand to ask.

Wen Qing was a little embarrassed to see this, but still smiled softly at her, "Okay, I'm sorry for you."

These servants in the old mansion have been trained and followed for many years, so many subconscious actions and services still retain the consciousness of servants in the last century.

"No trouble, I should." The little maid replied with a grin, and it was her honor to lead the way for her.

Wen Qing looked at her about the same age as her, every time she saw herself, she greeted her very happily, and she also noticed many times that she was looking at herself with a red face, she felt a little cute, and asked curiously, "Xiao An, how long have you been in the old mansion?"

"I've been around for as long as I can remember, when I was about 6 years old, and it's been 15 years now." Xiao An didn't know why she asked, but she still said them one by one seriously and cautiously.

"You've been growing up here?" Wen Qing was surprised.

"Well, I'm an orphan, and the old lady is kind and sponsors me to go to school, but I'm stupid and can't study well, so I follow my sister-in-law." She scratched her head a little shyly and unnaturally when she said this.

Hearing this, he smiled warmly and comfortedly, "You are very cute and diligent." Every time I see her, she is doing things seriously and energetically, no matter how big or small, dirty and tired, I have never seen her show dissatisfaction.

The unnaturalness and loss in Xiao An's heart and her inferiority complex, because of the words of warmth, she instantly dissipated, raised her head, and smiled cleanly and refreshingly, "Thank you, Miss Wenqing."

Her gentle and beautiful smile was like a beam of light that illuminated the darkness of her heart, revealing the brightest things.

Wen Qing shook his head towards a smile.

"That's it ahead," Xiao An turned around with warmth, pointing ahead.

"Hmm" Wen Qing also saw it, the backyard was different from the front yard, she really couldn't imagine how big the old house was, not only the front yard, but also the backyard.

She thought that the gazebo in the front yard was big enough, exaggerated enough, and had everything she needed, but she didn't expect that the backyard was not smaller than the front yard at all.

The backyard was a flower garden, and there was a very large, luxuriant hundred-year-old banyan tree, which she couldn't describe what she saw.

The old lady was sitting in the gazebo drinking tea, and the sister-in-law was holding a big sunflower fan and fanning it gently, a bit like the scene of Lafayette in ancient times.

She drank tea and saw a touch of yellow, and then a warm figure, "Xixi, come quickly."

"Good afternoon, Grandma." Warm while walking, while saying hello.

"Okay," the old lady replied with a smile, waiting for her to get closer and take a serious look, "How are you doing with your afternoon nap?"

"Good, Grandma?" nodded warmly in response.

The old lady pulled her to sit down, "I'm fine, I've slept well."

"Come, these metropolitan court pastries, you can taste them or not." Pushing the delicate pastries on the table to Wen Qing, he motioned for her to taste them.

Nodding warmly, not wanting to refuse the old man's kindness, he reached out and picked up the fork, Sven took another bite elegantly, and only after swallowing it did he seriously look at the old lady's expectant eyes and respond, "Delicious, sweet but not greasy, with a strong rose fragrance."

"Eat more if you like" The old lady liked her earnestness and sincerity very much, and when she heard her say that it was delicious, she happily motioned her to eat more.

Warmly smiled and nodded and ate two pieces, and the old lady motioned to her sister-in-law to stop and pour tea for her, accompanied by flower and fruit tea, which satisfied the warm taste buds.

The old lady has the habit of afternoon tea, but she doesn't eat much, but this time she talks and laughs with warmth, and eats pastries while drinking fruit tea, and she also eats a little comfortably.

Half an hour passed, and Wen Qing put down your cutlery early, drank tea and chatted with the old lady, and the sun in the west slowly set.

The wanton sunshine is not so stubborn, and the sultry wind has become gentle, blowing gently with coolness.

"Let's go, I'll take you out for a walk." The old lady said.

"Okay." Seeing that the old lady had stood up neatly on her hands and feet, Wen Qing didn't ask where she was going, but stood up and walked to her side to hold her arm.

"I've wanted to take you out for a walk," said the old lady, "that stinky boy has been taking you all day," dissatisfied.

"There's an old alley near us, and there aren't many people playing around, but there's everything in it," the old lady explained to her as she walked.

There are not many people who play, because there are restrictions on this ancient alley, whether it is the people who set up stalls or the people who play, they can only enter after layers of audits, because this ancient alley is the best and most intact, and it is also protected.

At first, it was not open to play, but now it is also open with conditions and restrictions, and not everyone can enter.

"yes, okay." Warmth should be answered.

The old lady instructed Sister-in-law Yuan to prepare the car, and she walked slowly behind with Wen Qing, while introducing the situation of the ancient alley.

Wen Qing listened carefully, and listened curiously, it turned out that the ancient alley that grandma said was the conditional opening on the Internet, or the ancient alley of Yuecheng with 'identity'.

She has seen the pictures and comments on the Internet, which are all topics of envy and yearning.

Blue bricks and green tiles, the folk customs, the long alleys of the market, gathered are fireworks, and spread out to be the ancient alleys of Yuecheng.

And the description here is just like the picture he depicted in Mr. Zhou's "Fireworks".

But she doesn't know if it's not, and she's looking forward to it at the moment.