The Ups and Downs of Mrs. Yipin

Chapter 23 New Year's Eve Snowy Night
Fang Xiuyi took a shower, changed his clothes, and dried his hair.Because people in this life generally don't cut their hair, she feels that it is difficult to take care of it, so she keeps cutting it quietly. Life is a problem, so how can I have so much free time to take care of my hair?It is enough to maintain the surface.After tidying up, he looked at the two children again. This was the last night that they slept together. Starting tomorrow, Siyuan will sleep separately.She and Fei Yu lived in the middle room, the one on the west was for Siyuan, and the one on the east. He Huai'an asked Sandong to set it up as Fei Yu's workshop, and put all the sculptures there.

Fang Xiuyi didn't know whether it was because of excitement, or because she slept too late, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, so she simply got up, got dressed and went out.

Two inches of snow had already accumulated on the ground, but it was still falling. She stepped on the snow, creaking and making a nice sound. Looking at the footprints behind her, she was in a good mood.The snow was so heavy, and she didn't know when it would stop. She took a broom and started to clear the snow, but she had nothing to do anyway.She cleaned the way to the adult's yard and the way to the kitchen, so that even if it was left at night, it would be easy to clean tomorrow.

When Fang Xiuyi cleaned all the way to the entrance of the courtyard, he looked up and saw that in the main courtyard, He Huai'an was standing at the door of the bedroom, accompanied by Sandong and Banxia, ​​looking at Xue, or looking at her. Just stand there.Fang Xiu hesitated, should he pretend not to see and retreat back, or go over to say hello like a friend?But He Huaian made the decision for her.

"Today's snow is really heavy!" He Huaian said to Fang Xiuyi.

"Yes, my lord. The auspicious snow is a sign of a good year!" Fang Xiuyi simply put down the broom and walked over, "It's so late, my lord hasn't rested yet? Do you want to watch the year?"

"I didn't think about keeping the year old, but I didn't feel sleepy, so I just came out to have a look."

"Then do you want to take a walk, my lord? Walking in the snow is also very interesting!" Fang Xiuyi suggested.

"Alright, let's go!"

"Your Excellency means, do you want me to accompany you?" Fang Xiuyi wanted to make sure if he heard it wrong.

"Aren't you going for a walk?"

He Huai'an's affirmation made Fang Xiuyi suspect that he had just invited him to go for a walk together.Thus, this picture appeared: He Huai'an was walking slowly wearing a cloak with a hat attached to his head, Ban Xia covered He Huai'an's head with an umbrella, and Fang Xiuyi was wrapped in a padded robe. , holding an umbrella by himself.It looks so beautiful, but Fang Xiuyi has already started to curse in his heart.

"It hasn't snowed on New Year's Eve for many years." He Huai'an seemed to be missing something.

"Well, only the north has so much snow. The snow in the south turns into rainwater everywhere. How can it be so clean?"

"Have you traveled a lot?"

"It's not a lot, it's just for making a living, passing by, there is no leisure."

He Huai'an didn't speak, Fang Xiuyi followed a step behind.

"You took your children and wandered, don't you want to go back to your hometown?"

"There's no one at home anymore. Besides, it's fine now. I don't think about going back."

"Yeah, there is no one in my house anymore, but I still want to go back and have a look. It's just that I can't help myself." He Huai'an sounded a little helpless.

"Well, as long as you have a thought, there is a place you want to go."

"So is there any place you want to go? If you don't want to go back to your hometown."

Fang Xiuyi thought about her previous life, the busy streets, row upon row of high-rise buildings, and her hurried life. She knew very well that no matter how busy, small, or difficult the previous life was, she still wanted to go back, she really wanted to go back.

"Yes. But I can't go."

"Why? Of course, no matter how big the world is, there is no place that cannot be reached."

"Yeah, I can always arrive." I can always arrive, maybe it will be fine if I die.

He Huai'an may have heard Fang Xiuyi's ethereal and illusory, he thought it was sad.

"By the way, my lord, I haven't had time to thank my lord for letting us move here."

"You're welcome, I just don't want Siyuan and Feiyu to suffer."

"No matter the reason, I am very grateful to you." Fang Xiu said with a smile, "I don't know how to thank you. I can't repay you. Why don't I sing a song to you, which is most suitable for when you are homesick. "

"Oh? Can you still sing? Listen." He Huai'an didn't quite believe it.

"Show yourself, my lord!" Fang Xiuyi cleared her throat, recalled the lyrics, and sang out in a low voice, "Give me a ladle of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water like wine, the taste of drunkenness is the taste of nostalgia , Give me a ladle of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water...Give me a fragrance of wintersweet, fragrance of wintersweet, the fragrance of wintersweet like my mother, the fragrance of my mother, the fragrance of the country, give me a fragrance of wintersweet, fragrance of wintersweet."

Fang Xiuyi's singing voice was low and trembling, and only three people could hear it clearly, and the singing was not very pleasant. It just fits the occasion.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, my lord, I'm showing my ugliness."

"Well, it's really ugly." He Huai'an didn't show mercy at all, "But the words are very good."

"Hehe, I've heard others sing it too, and I didn't learn it well." Fang Xiuyi saw the heavy snow, and suddenly remembered the scene when he went to Beijing last year, "By the way, my lord, if possible, I would like to ask your lord for a piece of music." thing."

"Well, let's hear it."

"My two children and I went to Beijing last winter. Outside the city gate, we accidentally bumped into the car of a Shangshu lord. But that lord was kind-hearted and worried that Siyuan and the others would be injured. I bought two boxes of ointment. I have always been grateful for this, but I don’t know which adult it is, so if possible, I would like to ask the adult to help inquire about it.”

He Huai'an looked at Fang Xiuyi, "Since it's Mr. Shang Shu, this trivial matter may have been forgotten. Besides, you just know who it is, how can you thank you?"

"I've thought about it a lot. With my identity, I'm sure I won't be able to meet that lord. But I can let Siyuan and Feiyu remember that if there is an opportunity in the future, we should always be grateful." High weight, this little kindness towards them is mostly charity, but for me, it is really a timely help, a glimmer of light in the dark.

"Since it happened last winter, I think that lord should have forgotten about it." He Huaian smiled, "However, if you care so much, I will pay attention to it for Siyuan and Feiyu."

"I'm here to thank you in advance!" Fang Xiuyi happily blessed He Huai'an.

"Ah."

It was snowing heavily, Fang Xiuyi held an umbrella, raised her head, and smiled gratefully at He Huai'an. He Huai'an clasped his hands in the muff and looked down at Fang Xiuyi slightly. The snowflakes like goose feathers covered everything around him. That person's smile remains.

The world is so quiet, it seems that everything has stopped, but someone broke this painting-like scene.

　The song mentioned in the article is Yu Guangzhong's poem "Four Rhymes of Nostalgia", which was later adapted and composed by Luo Dayou.

　　
　
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