Mrs. Wang listened, so she had to stay, and the four or five people who went were all ordered to take their godmothers home, just waiting for his own parents to come to collect them, and scattered those who did not want to go in the garden to summon them. Everyone knew that they could not use needlework, and they were not accustomed to using it, and they did not blame them.

One day is the middle of the festival, Yinzhen and other five watches will go, first to the next place with some snacks, and then into the court. The details of the outside are not elaborated.

And said that in the Grand View Garden, because Mrs. Yinzhen Wang is not at home every day, and sends the spirit to return in January, all the maids and women have free time, and play in the garden. Now that they have dispersed from school, everyone has made a wish, and there are those who have thrown away their hands, and there are also those who are narrow-minded and still nostalgic, because they divide everyone under the names of each room, and they dare not come to invade.

Coincidentally, this day is the day of Qingming, Chen Lian has prepared for the next annual sacrifice, leading Chen Huan, Chen Cong, and Chen Lan to go to the Tiejian Temple to burn paper. Zhou Zijian heard that he had to put on a cane, put on shoes, and walked out of the hospital.

When Dandan saw him coming, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Hurry up and get this boat out, they are picking up Sister Lin." Zhou Zijian blushed and said with a smile: "Other people's illnesses, who is well-intentioned, you also describe making fun of them." Dandan said with a smile: "Illness is the same as others, the original joke is laughing, but talking about people." As he spoke, Zhou Zijian also sat down and watched everyone busy. ”

Zhou Zijian was about to go to see Lin Dandan, so he got up and quit them on crutches, and walked from the embankment around Qinfang Bridge.

But two years, it will also be "green leaves and full of branches". In a few days, the apricot tree will fall into the empty branches, and in a few years, Xiuyan will inevitably have black hair like silver, and the red face will be like a tree, so it is inevitable to be sad, just cry and sigh at the apricot. But I don't know if when it comes back next year, will this finch remember to fly here and spend a while with the apricot blossoms?"

Zhou Zijian was taken aback, and then heard someone shouting: "Lotus root official, you are going to die, how can you get some paper money to come in and burn it?" I will go back to the grandmothers, and be careful about your meat!" Zhou Zijian heard this, and became more and more puzzled, and when he hurriedly turned the mountain and stone to look, he saw the lotus root official with tears on his face, squatting there, still holding fire in his hand, guarding some paper money and ashes.

Zhou Zijian hurriedly asked: "Who are you burning paper money with? Don't burn it here. You or your parents and brothers, you tell me your name, and go outside to ask the little servants to put their baggage and write their names and surnames to burn." Zhou Zijian didn't answer several questions, and suddenly saw a woman who hated and hated to come to pull the lotus official, and said in her mouth: "I have already returned to the grandmothers, and the grandmothers are very angry." When the lotus root official heard this, he was finally childish, and he refused to go for fear of being humiliated and shameless. Pointing to Zhou Zijian, he said: "Even our master still abides by the rules, what kind of thing are you, running around and messing around, I'm afraid it's useless, come with me!"

Zhou Zijian hurriedly said: "He didn't burn the paper money, it was Sister Lin who asked him to burn the rotten paper. The lotus root official was out of ideas, and when he saw Zhou Zijian, he was also afraid, and when he heard him cover up, his heart turned into joy, and he said stiffly: "Do you think it's really paper money? I burned the broken paper written by Miss Lin!" The woman also became ruthless when she heard this, so she bent down and picked up the unmelted paper from the ashes, picked two points in her hand, and said: "You are still hard-mouthed, and there is evidence here.

Zhou Zijian hurriedly grabbed the lotus root official, knocked the woman's hand with a cane, and said: "You just take that back.To tell you the truth: I had a dream last night, I dreamed that the apricot blossom god and I want a piece of white paper money, don't ask the person in the house to burn, I want a living person to burn it for me, and my illness will be cured quickly.So I asked for this white money, and Baba and Miss Lin annoyed him, and burned it for me. When the old lady returns, I will say that he has deliberately come to rush the gods to ensure that I will die early. ”