Fengqi Jingshi

Chapter 105 The Scared Bird (5)

The magnolias in the courtyard were in full bloom, Shu Yao would sometimes be fascinated by the flowers, and always felt that the Lantern Festival and Daxiangguo Temple seemed like a world away.She looked down at a gold and silver incense ball in her hand. This incense ball was sent by Liang's mother yesterday. She gave it to her and her sister. She said that the old lady thought that the Huachao Festival was coming, so she gave it to them. This thing is convenient for them to carry some fragrant flowers and herbs with them.

She picked it up wearily, picked it up when she was bored and opened it, but she didn't expect that there was a small note hidden inside, she suddenly became nervous, she looked around quietly, but fortunately there was no one, her face turned red instantly, Even his hands were shaking a little.

Carefully took out the note from the inside, and a line of petty characters on it came into view: the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold...

She repeated this sentence over and over again, and the sweetness in her heart rippled, spreading to her whole body little by little, her face was on fire, and she hurriedly buried her face in her arms in a panic.

The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the water is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaf is red, the chrysanthemums are blooming, and the chrysanthemums are dying...

She held the note in her hand, lowered her head and looked carefully, savored and tasted, then held the note to her heart, and pressed it lightly, as if it could fill her entire heart.

She became cheerful again, changed the melancholy of these days, carefully hid the note, hung the incense ball on her waist, picked magnolia flowers to make magnolia cakes and magnolia cakes, and sent Madam Liu to give to Madam Yu Send some, hoping that Shen Junzhuo will be right there.

The weather is getting warmer, the magnolias are withering, and the peach blossoms are blooming. From a distance, it is red and bright, like the glow of the sky.The winter jasmine flowers outside the yard are yellow and orange, and the thin petals are crowded with the branches, vying to bloom.

On such a day, even if there is an occasional spring rain, it is still pleasant.Shuya's body is getting better day by day, and she is no longer afraid to walk or sit like she did at the beginning. Counting the days, it will be more than a month before she goes into labor.

Although Shuya looked calm, sometimes she would suddenly call Chuntao to ask, does the birthing woman live nearby?How many did the midwife find?But are they all seasoned?Are the silver scissors ready for cutting the umbilical cord? Only then did Shu Yao know that her sister was also anxious and afraid, and she somewhat regretted that she didn't learn women's subjects from Mr. Sui. I can't help even if I'm busy.

The Magnolia Courtyard was in chaos, when Shu Yao suddenly saw a little maid poking her head at the door, and seeing her looking over, a smile immediately appeared on her face, she clapped her hands and ran over and said:

"Second Miss is indeed here! I am Hong Xing in Fourth Miss' room, Second Miss, do you still remember?"

Saying that, he bowed to Shuya and her, with joy in his eyes.

This little girl, Shu Yao, remembered that she should be the most capable person beside Yuyao.The joy in a person can be contagious, it is hard not to like such a little maid, Shu Ya looked at her with a smile, and said:
"How is Yuyao?"

Hong Xing calmed down, stood upright, and replied with a smile:

"Thanks to Grandma, Fourth Miss has been doing well these days. Fourth Miss said that she hadn't seen Second Miss for a while, and knew that Second Miss had to stay with Grandma. She just thought that the Flower Festival would be here soon. The girls in the capital are all going out for an outing by the Yinyue River. I don’t know if the second lady is interested? If you want to go, you can go out with her. After all, Yongzhou is so far away from the capital. It’s not easy to come here. In a few days, the second lady will be leaving for her hometown, if she hasn't seen the grand scene of March [-]rd in the capital, it's a pity..."

　The data of this book is very cool so far, there is no recommendation, collection and subscription are slow.Maybe I'm really not the material for writing, and the story I want to tell is not attractive enough.

　　The mentality is very broken.I write for four to 10 minutes during the lunch break every day. After work, I go home to cook, play with the baby, bathe the baby, and put the baby to bed.

　　Sleeping less than seven hours, relying on coffee to refresh my mind every day, being dominated by bad data, my mood is up and down, and I have two villains in my heart. One says that you must insist on telling the story well, no matter how many readers you have, write it for yourself Look, you have to finish the story; the other said how good it is to enjoy the life of being a reader, there are so many good stories waiting for you to read, why make yourself so embarrassed.

　　To be honest, I will also look through readers' experiences. Some readers are chasing the same book as me, and I have also found many other good books.The plot settings of these books are really ingenious, and the characterization is also very successful. My data was defeated by them.

　　It's just that I can't bear to put the story in my heart aside, and leave every person in my story who has flesh and blood and a story in my opinion there.

　　This is actually a record of myself.Maybe many years later, I will go back and read this book again, and re-experience the broken psychology at this time.

　　


(End of this chapter)