Rain.

Raindrops smash umbrellas.

Smash the wall.

Smash the bluestone slab.

Smash the eaves of the dark color.

I also smash the pink plum blossoms on the branches.

Water droplets hit it, jumping and splashing.

Splashed into a mist everywhere, the mist connected together.

Look down from above.

This whitewashed courtyard is hazy with smoke and rain.

In the hazy mist, there was a round umbrella that was stretched open.

The round umbrella is as bright red as a flame, moving slowly in the rain.

It's like a rainy pond, and a flaming red lotus leaf floats ashore.

The red umbrella slowly moved under an eaves in the middle of the courtyard.

The rainwater from the roof is collected and drained by the Chinese eaves.

Between the eaves tiles and the steps below, it is like a water curtain hanging.

Behind the water curtain, there is a little girl wearing a peach-colored breast-length collared skirt, kneeling elegantly and quietly behind the tea table, looking down and flipping through the book.

The little girl and Lu Fangling, plum blossom dotted forehead, and the pink skirt was well-proportioned and close-fitting, lining the waist and hip arc that was beginning to show slenderness.

In addition to the short undergarment, there is also a black manga with embroidered embroidery, which reflects the little peach inside.

The layered outfit is eye-catching.

The gaze moved up, the black and supple hair was tied into a hanging bun, the round goose egg face, the elegant light makeup decoration, and the little plum red lines in the center of the eyebrows, which looked full of luxury.

The ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River is never lacking in hazy smoke and rain.

Merlin is deep, and there is no lack of lightness.

The little maid with a bun face held an umbrella in one hand, and a stack of gift folds in her arms with the other, stepped over the steps and entered the eaves step by step.

She leaned sideways and put away the red umbrella and shook it off into a string of water droplets.

The red umbrella reclined by the wooden door.

A stack of folds was placed on a small tea table on the porch.

In front of the door, the colorful ribbon bent down shallowly, tightened the wet goose yellow skirt with both hands, and twisted out the cool rain in the palm of one hand like a twist.

She looked back at the rain curtain outside the house, muttered a few times, and turned her face to the girl who was listening to the rain reading and said embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry Miss, I just dozed off in Madame's house, why didn't Miss call the slave when she left, I thought that Miss was going to talk a lot with Madame, but I just finished lunch at that time, and it was easy to fall ......asleep."

Caishou scratched her head in annoyance, and her mind was still the scene when she woke up from a drowsy not long ago, and when she opened her eyes, she found that Madame and her sisters in Madame's house were looking at her with a smile.

The little maid with a baby fat bun on her face asked in frustration:

"Miss, isn't Caishou stupid, it can only eat and sleep, just like a pig."

After the coffee table, Su Bao'er leaned on the table with her elbows and lowered her head to flip through the book.

She shook her head and whispered relief:

"Don't feel guilty about sleeping in, because being awake doesn't create much value, and if you can have fun throwing time, you don't throw it.

"You're already alive and well." She nodded.

"......" ribbons.

When chatting, I am afraid that the air will suddenly be quiet.

And Caishou turned his head twice, and only after chewing Miss's words, he found that Miss had died again.

Caishou puffed out her mouth and decided to ignore Miss for a hundred breaths, hum.

Although according to past experience, she ignores Miss, Miss will not pay attention to her, Miss never takes the initiative to find words, she mutters to ask stupid questions......

Reflecting this, the little maid with a bun face became more and more depressed.

"Hey."

Life is not easy, Caishou sighed.

She bent down to wring out the wet skirt and wiped her hands, but the young lady did not speak, and Caishou had to wander around the room twice, not knowing what to do.

Finally, she couldn't help but turn her head and quietly observed the young lady under the same roof.

The girl is beautifully dressed, her eyebrows are covered, and she sits alone under the eaves.

Outside the eaves, there is a continuous rain curtain.

Caishou always feels that the silhouette of the lady listening to the rain sideways is full of beauty charm.

For the rhyme of beauty, it is not enough to be beautiful.

Because there are not many beautiful women in this world, there are also common families, and there are many beautiful maids in Sufu.

But who can compare to their own young lady?

Putting aside the innate extravagance, this kind of beauty rhyme is accompanied by talent, and talent comes from books and boudoir knowledge.

In this era, women's literacy has its own Confucian style.

Not to mention, playing the piano, reciting poetry, playing Go, and writing pictures. Linchi, copy, embroidery, brocade ...... In the impression of Caishou, there is no such thing as a young lady, and she is proficient in everything.

Miss is elegant, lazy every day, and everything she does has a literary rhyme.

Spring decoction of new tea, summer dawn to see flowers, autumn churn, winter protection of orchid.

Burn incense and bathe on sunny days, and read books and draw when it rains.

Occasionally, I take a nap and get up, flutter butterflies to tease cats, or dye my nails red, and teach parrots to recite new poems.

It's just that sometimes, the young lady will be like this.

Suddenly, he covered the scroll, frowned slightly, held the scroll in his hand, buried it in his chest, and stared at the smoke and rain outside the eaves.

Between the eyebrows, there is a lingering melancholy.

I don't know if the gaze adds a new sorrow, or if it continues an old worry.

Whenever she saw this scene, Caishou felt that the figure of the young lady was a little unfamiliar.

The carefree young lady who used to grow up with her seems to be drifting away.

Instead, it was the young lady's calm eyes that made her a little incomprehensible, familiar and strange.

It's just that Caishou doesn't know what Miss is thinking about all day.

Is it really worth a little girl in the boudoir to be so worried?

The boudoir life in this ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River and the deep boudoir compound is slow and leisurely.

The old lady and the eldest young master all favor it, and the family house is harmonious.

In the future, you can choose a wishful man, you can love others, be happy after marriage, and sell your life leisurely, wouldn't it be perfect.

How many women outside can't ask for it.

Caishou locked his eyebrows incomprehensibly, and his little head melon seeds seemed to be unable to think about it, and his fingers scratched the crooked temples.

Following Su Bao'er's eyes at this moment, he looked at the rain and fog outside the eaves, which seemed to be in the direction of Luoyang.

Hmm, is Miss looking forward to the prosperous atmosphere of Luoyang, the capital of God, where all countries are coming to the dynasty and flowers are blooming?

It makes a little sense.

Caishou vaguely remembered that the old lady seemed to be a member of the Guanzhong family, but it seemed that they were in the middle of the family road back then, and they hurriedly moved from Luoyang, the capital of the gods, to this remote corner of Jiangnan Road, but at that time, the young lady had just been born......

"Why haven't you seen Sister Xie in the past two days?"

Su Bao'er asked without looking back.

I didn't go and it seemed like she was peeking at her bun-faced little maid.

Ribbon came back to her senses.

Hey, it was the young lady who took the initiative to talk to her!

She tilted her head and thought about it, as if she had passed the "hundred breaths of Miss Ignor", and the little girl who was not very good at arithmetic immediately sat back on the small coffee table, and quickly replied crisply:

"Miss, Little Lady Xie went out far away, the slave maid listened to what Yilanxuan's maid Xiuchun said, yesterday morning, the slave maid also saw Little Lady Xie coming back in a hurry, packing up her things and going out in a hurry."

"Yes, it's ...... to go far away."

Su Bao'er glanced out of the eaves, and in the distance was the outline of a green hill looming in the smoke.

She suddenly felt a little envious of Xie Lingjiang.

You can go anytime, anywhere.

At the same age, some people are trapped in the cage like canaries.

Even a little away from the cage will attract countless glances, and may even anger a certain hostess who has set up the cage.

And the canary is also aware of this, so it will be extra thoughtful and cautious when doing things.

Because she didn't live for her alone.

Canaries live under a myriad of bright and dark outside gazes.

You need to look ahead and be mindful of your words and deeds.

So Su Bao'er sometimes envies Xie Lingjiang, who comes and goes freely, she has an enlightened Confucian father, and there is no burden and pressure from the family......

Of course, Su Bao'er naturally would never say these words to Xie Lingjiang or others, even if it was a personal maid and a colorful ribbon.

But there are many things in the world, like this:

You clearly know that you will never be able to do such a thing, and you will never be able to become such a person, but after meeting such a person, it will faintly attract you to get close to the conversation, and gradually become a girlfriend and friend.

and then by listening to small talk, or solving problems and giving advice to girlfriends, to sneak pee...... Or to participate in her life, in this way, maybe it can be regarded as a trip yourself.

And if the other party has the same psychological process for you, then naturally as soon as you get acquainted, you will quickly become a best friend who talks about everything.

But Su Bao'er and Xie Lingjiang didn't completely follow this script.

The relationship between the two daughters is neither lukewarm nor hot, neither far nor close.

It's a good friend, but it's not a girlfriend who talks about everything.

Su Bao'er knew that this Sister Xie had other ambitions, and she didn't envy her, and even compared to her, the senior brother who served as the county commander was more attractive to Sister Xie.

And Su Bao'er, because of her personality, even if she asks Caishou about Xie Lingjiang every day.

But if there is nothing to do, she will not run to Xie Lingjiang for no reason, just like a naïve little girl, her best friends gather and chirp all day long, doing this childish thing.

It is precisely because of the insight into this relationship context that Su Bao'er is too lazy to do it.

Maybe this is also the reason why she didn't have any friends since she was a child.

The sheep flock together, and those who live in the herd are either beasts or gods.

Caishou leaned forward, pushed forward the stack of gift folds on the table, and said with a smile and dimples:

"Miss, there are a lot of gifts, you see, all of them were sent to the house in advance, it seems that they were all sent by the relatives and friends of the old lady, and many of them are from Luoyang.

"Miss, look, this is a luminous cup, this is called the three-color phoenix head pot...... This is an eight-petal blue glass plate...... Gilt silver rod bodhisattva statue...... Hmm, what is this, miss, these words slave maid can't read ......"

"Oh.".

Su Bao'er nodded her chin shallowly, flipped through the book with her green onion fingers, seemed to be distracted, and remained motionless in her seat.

She didn't know if she listened to the words of the colorful ribbon in the back.

Caishou couldn't help but lose his voice, closed the gift fold in his hand, and sighed.

Since a few years ago, every time it is Miss's birthday, there are more and more birthday gifts sent from outside, and if this happens to her, Caishou will wake up with a smile in her dreams.

But the young lady seems to be less and less interested in this, last year she would pick a sunny day, take out the gift and dry it, count it according to the gift fold, and seem to remember the name of some givers.

But this year, Miss didn't even want to lift her eyelids, so she was instructed in advance to deal with it on her behalf, copy a gift excerpt, and as for the birthday gift, put it all away, put it away, and didn't bother to look at it.

The little maid with a bun face puffed up again, grabbed the gift fold with her little hand, and chattered in the ear of the elegant lady who turned the book for a while

Rainwater drips from the eaves in strings and decreases more frequently.

The water curtain formed by the continuous rain has become a bead curtain formed by the series of raindrops.

The rain gradually stopped.

"Miss, the gifts are all here, and the slave is now going to call the people to bring all the gifts and put them in the pavilion. Miss can take a look at it, see if there is a gift you like, take it out and take a look......"

Su Bao'er nodded slightly, but she didn't move, her eyes lowered and she silently read a certain collection of Tao Yuanming's poems, and didn't touch the gift fold at hand.

Caishou didn't force it, turned around and left under the eaves, carrying a red umbrella, and went out again in the light rain.

Not long after, the little maid with a bun face held a red umbrella and returned to Meiyingzhai, behind her was a crowded figure of a group of Sufu maids.

The latter either hugged or held or carried a piece of gift boxes and bottles and plates, and under the command of the colorful ribbons, they lightly moved the birthday gifts delivered in advance into the house.

Everyone was cautious, trying not to disturb Su Bao'er, who was quietly flipping through the books under the eaves not far away.

She propped her chin on her hands, as if she was distracted.

After a while, the birthday ceremony was almost carried away, and a group of maids left.

In the courtyard, Caishou held a red umbrella and stood at the back, watching them go out.

Once again, only she and Su Bao'er were left in the courtyard.

Su Bao'er suddenly asked, "Why hasn't this umbrella been returned yet?" ”

Caishou's neck shrunk.

Su Bao'er closed her eyes and raised her hand, and rubbed her temples with the fingertips of her slender middle finger.

"Didn't you find a chance to return it to Ouyang Lianghan last time?"

Caishou quietly stuck out her tongue, and her eyes rolled.

The little girl turned her head and said with a serious face:

"Miss, didn't you teach the slave maid to repay the grace of dripping water, the slave maid didn't want to be solemn.

"Find a sunny weather, bathe in incense, and wear a beautiful dress, dress solemn and elegant, but you can't embarrass you.

"Then pick a lakeside gallery with willows and willows, which is in line with the scene of the encounter in the story of the talented and beautiful woman in the book, the slave and maid meet Ou Gongzi again, and then return the umbrella to him.

"What's the matter, hasn't this set fallen the slightest bit of our Sufu maid's momentum!"

Su Bao'er's pretty face tensed and nodded:

"The wind and the sun are beautiful, bathed in incense, dignified and elegant, the willows are clinging, and the gallery meets by chance...... There are too many elements, and it's really difficult for you to return an umbrella, well, are you returning an umbrella or a blind date? ”

Caishou's face was serious, and he sighed:

"There's no way, who asked Miss to hand over this important task to me, naturally I have to be serious and show twelve points of spirit!"

Su Bao'er couldn't help asking: "Then why don't you see other things serious?" It's all about that, right? ”

"Miss!"

The little girl crossed her hands and snorted heavily, her little face was very stubborn, and she seriously affirmed:

"The spirit is a limited drop, if you take out twelve points of spirit here, you will have two points less there, and you can only have eight points of spirit for other things!"

You can't eat one bowl of rice and do two bowls of rice, right?

This is not something that a maid with a monthly salary of 180 should consider!

Su Bao'er: "......"

She shook her head, a little tasteless in her mouth:

"Okay, then hurry up and return the umbrella to others, don't drag it out."

Colorful ribbon winks eyes:

"I know, I know, doesn't Miss want others to think about it? Cherish the reputation of the boudoir? Hey, Miss is inevitably too outward, if I am a slave, the other party is Ouyang Gongzi, it is not impossible for the slave to lose a little bit of reputation.

"Ouyang Gongzi is very good, enthusiastic and handsome, and has a good relationship with Dalang......"

"Look at what you are talking about, is it what your daughter's family should say?" Su Bao'er sighed.

Caishou puffed out the baby's fat bun face, a little justified: "But he sparrows eat crickets, he is really handsome." ”

Su Bao'er lowered her head and continued to read, shaking her head slightly: "Forget it, no matter you, just remember it." ”

"Okay." Caishou nodded, and the little chest thumped: "Don't worry, Miss, the slave maid has found an opportunity, Ouyang Gongzi seems to have come to Da Lang often these days, and the slave maid is going to ambush Juxian Garden on a certain day......"

Su Bao'er turned a deaf ear.

Seeing that the young lady ignored herself, Caishou also quietly suppressed her voice and sighed softly in her heart.

In fact, most of what she said was funny, half-joking, mainly to coax the young lady to relax, don't worry about things all day long, otherwise even if she sits still, it is a kind of mental consumption.

This is called Hui Ji will hurt.

It can be regarded as the eldest lady's daily entrustment to them, let them talk to the young lady more often, and make her feel happier......

Caishou glanced at the back of the young lady reading quietly, and then turned her head to look at the full gift boxes and bottles and plates in the room.

It's all birthday gifts.

It's just that Miss doesn't seem interested in flipping.

The bored bun-faced little maid picked up a stack of gift folds on the table and walked into the room.

She looked down at the fold, muttered a little over her lips, and circled the pile of gifts twice.

The colored ribbon that looked down and read suddenly stopped at a certain page and row at the back of the fold.

It's a familiar line.

A little head crooked.

Here it comes! Thanks to the leader of the alliance of the "favorite Dongshan Qing" good brothers, woo woo, I didn't see the reward last night, but the update was postponed at twelve o'clock, and I asked for the psychological shadow area of the good brother of Dongshan...... It's okay, Xiao Rong pouted and came to fencing!

(End of chapter)