After this incident.

Shen Zuihuan's already quiet personality became more and more depressed.

She still writes to him.

But after I finished writing it, I never sent it out again.

just silently hid in a small rosewood incense box.

The days are still like this, day by day.

After the cold winter days passed, spring ushered in.

In the fourth year of Yuanjiao, the seventh day of the third month.

Huo Yanran, the young lady of the Zhongguo Mansion, has just passed the ceremony.

On the second day, a group of ladies of the same age in Beijing were invited to go boating on the lake.

As the eldest daughter of the Zuo Nei Shi family in the capital, Shen Zuihuan was naturally invited.

It was rainy in early spring, and after the rain and the sky was clear, the whole world was filled with fragrant mist.

There was inevitably some rain on the deck of the cruise ship, and it was wet.

But the girls finally came out to play, and naturally they were unwilling to stay in the painting boat to make wine and tea.

So wait for the wind outside to be a little lighter.

They made a mess of jokes on the deck of the boat.

Shen Zuihuan has a quiet temperament on weekdays, so he rarely interacts with people.

When the ladies gathered together to talk about the world and talk about some short things in the family, she couldn't interject anything.

Huo Yanran is a good girl.

As soon as she turned around, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the faint longing in the eyes of this rumored Miss Shen, who had always been dignified and polite.

Gently tugged at his sleeve.

The words were lightly drawn to her.

There was nothing bad in the crowd.

But Shen Zuihuan has little experience in dealing with people.

When the little girls saw her, she was speechless.

It was quiet for a few seconds, and all I knew was that my lips were curled and I laughed.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

She was afraid that others would not let go, so she hurriedly stood up, excused herself a little dizzy, and hid in the boat.

In the boat, the autumn geese are still gently fanning a fan to make tea.

The fire burning under the teapot was extinguished

Seeing her coming, Qiu Yan hurriedly put down the fan.

He poured her a cup of hot, still white mist tea and said, "Why did Miss come back now?" ”

She peered through the half-open window and saw the other ladies still playing on deck.

Shen Zuihuan knelt on the soft futon with his back straight.

The warm little hand gently picked up the teacup.

His eyelashes drooped, and he said in an inaudible voice: "... I was feeling unwell, so I came back first. ”

When Qiu Yan heard this, she was a little anxious.

She looked at her with a worried look in her eyes, and opened her mouth, about to say something.

The next moment, when I saw Shen Zuihuan's indifferent expression.

Then he suddenly stopped.

Qiu Yan is a few years older than her, but she grew up with her since she was a child.

How could she not know what her young lady was thinking.

It's just that I'm afraid that I won't be able to chat and disturb the interest of others.

She was about to say something to comfort her.

Suddenly, I heard a few soft knocks at the door.

This was followed by a timid, slightly immature voice: ".... Sister Shen, are you better, can I come in? ”

Someone took the initiative to find her young lady!

A flash of joy flashed on Qiu Yan's face, she saw how she was drunk and happy these days.

I also vaguely guessed some reasons.

Now she naturally hopes that Shen Zuihuan can make more friends and come out as soon as possible.

So his eyes moved to her and looked at her inquiringly.

Seeing that Shen Zuihuan was also slightly stunned, he nodded.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan hurriedly trotted over with her skirt and opened the door.

I saw a girl of about eleven or twelve years old walking in from outside the door.

She was not tall until she reached Qiu Yan's shoulder.

But his skin was very white, his appearance was elegant, and he wore a thin spring shirt of turquoise.

The wind outside gently blew her fine forehead hair.

It looks tender and lively, and it looks very vibrant.

Qiu Yan hurriedly greeted with a smile: "Miss, come in, our young lady is already better now." ”

She staggered and led the young lady in front of her to Shen Zuihuan.

As he walked, he said, "Miss Lao is worried." ”

When the little girl heard this, her voice was also tender.

She bent her eyebrows and said, "Don't bother." ”

Shen Zuihuan was also busy standing up and beckoning her to sit down.

Take advantage of the little girl in front of her to sit down.

She remembered it in her mind.

The little girl in front of her seemed to be called ..... Lin Yi'an? is Miss Huo's cousin.

Some time ago, my mother was seriously ill, so she was sent from the distant Guangchuan to the capital.

I hope that her maternal grandmother's aunt and grandmother will work tirelessly to teach this girl.

Now that she sat down, Qiu Yan poured her a cup of hot tea.

I'm busy getting her snacks again.

Shen Zuihuan is not a long-sleeved person who is good at dancing.

But as soon as he sat down, he began to talk to her like he was familiar with her.

It doesn't matter if she can answer or not.

Begin to talk about yourself on your own.

In short, it didn't make the atmosphere in the room embarrassing.

She grew up in Guangchuan since she was a child, and she told Shen Zuihuan a lot about Guangchuan's customs and customs.

Shen Zuihuan is not a good talker, but she is a good listener.

No matter what Lin Yi'an said, she nodded with a smile in her eyes.

The most important thing is that the chattering appearance of Miss Lin in front of her made her inexplicably think of someone.

——

After boating back from this trip to the lake, the relationship between Shen Zuihuan and Lin Yi'an was obviously better.

Lin Yi'an just came to Kyoto, and he didn't have any friends.

She didn't get along well with her cousin.

So since that day, she has often come to Shen Mansion to find Shen Zuihuan.

Sometimes, he even asks her out to play.

For this matter, Qiu Yan is naturally happy to see it happen.

It's just that there is one thing that makes her feel a little uncomfortable, this Miss Lin always doesn't bring money when she goes out shopping.

Every time, I smiled and begged my own lady to put it on first.

Later, the time was not mentioned.

She was worried that the young lady would be deceived, so she mentioned it a few times openly and secretly.

But later, I saw that my young lady was obviously more cheerful.

I thought, okay, I should spend money to buy a friend.

——

In the fourth year of Yuanjiao, July 15.

Midyear Festival.

Lin Yi'an invited her to Yuejianglou to watch the lanterns.

Shen Zuihuan was invited.

There were a lot of people who came that night.

When climbing the stairs of Yuejiang Tower, the shoulders are against each other, and the figures are longing.

Shen Zuihuan was struggling to climb up, but when she was halfway up, a sudden force came from behind her and pulled her.

She leaned back uncontrollably.

When I turned my head, I saw that a young boy had accidentally stepped on the corner of her skirt.

Seeing that he was in trouble, he was busy and hid in horror to his own adult.

And the people behind him saw that something was wrong, and they hurriedly scattered.

She was in the middle of the stairs, about a dozen floors away from the buffer platform, and if she fell, she was afraid that it would be more than lucky.

Shen Zuihuan closed his eyes in despair.

Just when his back was about to hit the ground, he was suddenly pulled by a pair of warm little hands.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yi'an, who was originally following behind her, supported her and cushioned her under her.

"Bang-" as he fell on the wooden staircase.

She just snapped her wrist, but Lin Yi'an under her had a big wound on her forehead.

Blood was bubbling out.

Shen Zuihuan was a little stunned for a while, and hugged the girl in his arms in a panic.

Before Lin Yi'an passed out, the last words he said to her were: "... Huanhuan, it's okay if you're okay..."