imperial psychologist

Chapter 621 Spring Song
"Be careful when you are out of the blue brand name, and try to stay outside as little as possible." Bo Ling added, "Recently... it may not be peaceful."

Ai Songqing was a little puzzled, and wanted to ask Bo Ling for details, but Bo Ling could only shake her head—she only heard a few words from Yuan Zhen.

"That's it..." Ai Songqing looked at Nian Nian with some regret, and suddenly sighed in embarrassment.

Bo Ling was a little surprised, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Niannian said last night that she wanted to go out for a walk. I originally wanted to take her to the band to see the day after tomorrow..." Ai Songqing said, "I also taught her a few songs last night, and said that we can sing together."

Berlin understood.

Ai Songqing looked at Bai Ling, lowered his voice on purpose, "If the people in the palace say that things are not peaceful recently, shouldn't it be better for us not to take the children out?"

Bo Ling didn't speak for a moment——if Ai Songqing hadn't mentioned this, she wouldn't have paid attention to it. During this time, Nian Nian hadn't published a blue brand name. Most of the time, this room was where she was active, and there was nothing outside. Weeded yard.

The voices of the two stopped abruptly, and Nian Nian also sensed the sudden silence here, and raised her head to look towards Bo Ling.

The little girl was sitting on the bed playing house with the rabbit doll. When she looked up, she saw Ai Songqing and Bai Ling looking at her. She stopped her movements involuntarily, and hugged the rabbit tightly in her arms.

"It's okay," Bai Ling said with a smile, "I'm talking about taking you to the music workshop the day after tomorrow with your sister Songqing."

Niannian jumped out of bed with the rabbit in her arms, and walked to Bai Ling and Ai Songqing, "...can I go?"

Facing Niannian's eyes, Bo Ling and Ai Songqing were a little embarrassed.

Bo Ling's throat moved, and he said softly to Ai Songqing, "...Actually, Eunuch Yuan also said last night, 'The fire can't reach Baihuaya'."

Ai Songqing burst out laughing—as expected, even Bo Ling couldn't bear to be a bad person in front of Nian Nian.

"Then let's be more careful then." Ai Songqing said with a smile, "When I go to the music workshop today, let's find out the news."

……

This morning, Bo Ling and Nian Nian stayed together in the small courtyard.

Niannian changed into old clothes to catch grasshoppers in the yard, while Bai Ling sat on the steps of the turret and watched her.

The grasshoppers she caught earlier were all in a small jar nearby. She covered the mouth of the jar with a thin wooden board, but Niannian ignored it. She picked up another dead branch from nowhere and was digging hard on the ground pit.

The sun fell in the yard, reflecting the locks of Nian Nian's hair into light yellow.At this moment, Nian Nian is playing selflessly, and that small mud puddle is her most important career at the moment.

Bo Ling leaned his elbows against the steps behind him, looked at Nian Nian who already had several gray and black handprints on half of his face from a distance, and suddenly felt that this moment was a bit beautiful.

But at the next moment, a slight sadness caught Bo Ling's soul again.

Also in this Baihuaya, perhaps less than a hundred meters away from her, those children who are the same age as Nian Nian or older than her are probably living a completely different life.

I don't know what they are doing at the moment, what are they thinking?
Bai Ling frowned slightly, she promised Yuan Zhen last night that today she would start writing an excerpt for Chen Yicong, and talk about how to deal with the child prostitutes in Baihuaya.

She wanted to come up with a way, a way that would save some children without hurting other flower kilns.

In the distance, Niannian shook the jar with seven or eight grasshoppers upside down with a clatter, and all the grasshoppers ran out half-jumping and half-flying. , She ran to a puddle not far away with the small pot in her arms, scooped up a little water, and poured it into the pit she had just dug.

She took off her shoes carefully, and then played with the mud with bare feet while humming.

Bo Ling was far away, so he couldn't hear it clearly, but the tone sounded quite Zen.

She stood up, walked closer to Nian Nian and listened for a while.

Niannian is repeating a song over and over again.

"Nian Nian," Bo Ling called softly, "What are you singing?"

Niannian raised her head, "I'm singing the song Sister Songqing taught yesterday."

Bo Ling asked for a while, and finally heard it clearly. Although the tune changed back and forth, there was only one line that Nian Nian sang from the beginning to the end——Thousands of mountains reflect the moon together, and ten thousand households are full of spring.

It sounds like this should be a Buddhist gatha.

Bo Ling learned to sing along with Nian Nian, and Nian Nian clapped her hands and praised Bo Ling for learning quickly.

Bai Ling asked again with a smile, "What's the name of this song?"

""Spring Songs"," Nian Nian replied, "Sister Songqing said that she sang spring, and she will sing many such songs."

"Ah... I've also heard "Spring Song"." Bo Ling said suddenly.

Nian Nian dropped the dead branch in her hand, and ran to Bai Ling's side, "Can sister Bai Ling sing?"

Bo Ling thought for a while, then groped and sang:

Spring has flowers and autumn has moon,
There is a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.

If you have nothing to worry about,
It's a good time in the world.

Niannian learned it a few times, and learned it quickly. The two sat in the yard and sang softly.

When it was almost noon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. Niannian had been playing all morning. Now she was a little hungry and tired. Bo Ling brought a bucket of clean water to wash Niannian's hands and feet. After lunch, Niannian When Nian lay on the bed alone for a nap, Bo Ling sat down at the desk.

She spread out the paper, poured water into the inkstone, and gently grinded the ink with an ink stick, then Bo Ling wrote on the paper, "Former inner court psychologist, now the prisoner of the Jiaofang belongs to Bo Ling."

Bo Ling wrote this memorial very quickly. She wrote a thousand words and completed it with almost no revisions or pauses.

Bo Ling held the paper and stood outside in the corridor, letting the hot sun shine directly on the paper, and the residual ink on it dried up in a short while.

Bo Ling rolled up the paper and handed it directly to the turtle claw on duty in the corridor on this floor, asking him to help send it to the Golden Pavilion and hand it over to Yuan Zhen.

Right after Bai Ling finished speaking, there was a sudden burst of crying in the room. Bai Ling turned his head, knowing that Nian Nian must have woken up, so he didn't say anything more, and urged the turtle claw to leave quickly.

Sure enough, when Bo Ling pushed open the door, he saw Nian Nian hugging the doll rabbit, sweating profusely from crying.

Seeing Bo Ling appeared again, Nian Nian quickly opened her arms and ran towards Bo Ling. Bo Ling held the child in his arms, coaxing her softly and patting her on the back.

Nian Nian's crying quickly changed from howling to whimpering, her hands didn't even wipe the tears on her face, but tightly grasped Bai Ling's hair hanging down her shoulders.

Bo Ling sat back on the bed with the child in his arms, still whispering to Nian Nian as before.

In the more than 20 days after her mother left, Niannian has gradually learned to use some basic emotional vocabulary to describe her feelings. She told Boling with sobs that she was very scared when she woke up and saw that there was no one in the room.

Bo Ling held the little girl's hand, comforting her while explaining.

When Niannian's crying stopped, Ai Songqing also came back from the band.

(End of this chapter)