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Chapter 6 Chunshan Meidai was a teenager (6)
The corner of Jin Xie's mouth twitched, and he suddenly realized: "He is finally coming to pick you up...".

Mother smiled and didn't answer, but suddenly looked in my direction: "Before I say those things, I have something to ask."

"please say."

"My daughter Huai Su, you know that this child is gifted and intelligent, and he has inherited some of his father's disposition. He is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, careful in his mind, and born with pride. Although this is good, I have been burdened with glory for half my life. I have long been aware of the hardships of fighting in the world of mortals, and I only hope that she will enjoy the common blessings of all beings in an ordinary life, and I don't want to be ruined by those who are poor, and those who are bright and bright will hurt their blessings. Therefore, today Carefully trust each other, but hope that there will be fate in the future, you can take care of us because of our past friendship."

Jinxie's eyes also drifted towards the corner where I was hiding, and I was secretly ashamed, it seemed that everyone knew that I was eavesdropping.

"Miss is born so noble, how could she need careless care like Jin Xie, miss, you are too worried."

Mother stubbornly remained silent.

After a long while, Jin Xie sighed faintly: "You are after all... alas, whatever, I agree with you. After all, I owe you the Liu family..."

The mother saluted again, although there was no joy in her voice, there was gratitude: "Your Majesty's daughter promises, thank you Wuxu."

Slowly took out something from his bosom, and handed it over: "As for what I want to tell you, it's all here."

Jinxie stared at the thing, took it, but his hand was trembling slightly, mother's body blocked the thing, no matter how I turned my head, I couldn't see it, I only saw the strange expression of Jinxie, this cold and proud person, actually It was very curious to see such an excited behavior when seeing this thing.

However, Niang said indifferently: "The flowing water in the past is still flowing, and everything is flowing eastward. This water flows eastward for an endless period, and the sound of the water is still as old as when it came."

Jin Xie listened intently, his excitement gradually faded, and suddenly he said in a slow voice: "I'm a rough person, I don't understand these things, I heard people recite poems a few days ago, I thought it was good, and I also remembered a few lines, I told you to listen, It's a gift."

"Life does not meet each other, it is like participating in business. Tonight and night, we will share this lamp and candlelight. How long will the young and strong have, and the hair on the temples will be gray. Tomorrow is separated by mountains, and the world is boundless."

The wind howled in the long night, the waning moon was like frost, the man with the light bamboo tip rising and falling with the wind, but his voice was so deep and desolate, I listened in a daze, but for some reason, I already shed tears.

Tired of crying, I fell asleep in a daze. In the dreamland that seemed real and illusory, a field of bewitching red flowers bloomed, and suddenly swept away like a fire, and gradually showed a sad face, very strange, very strange, smiled at me and disappeared, The next second I saw my mother, she was standing on the edge of the cliff, reciting poems to me over and over again: When we meet each other, don’t bid farewell to hasty... Then I drifted down slowly... I cried out in agony, "Mother!"

"Mother!" The depressive shout was replaced by a scream that broke through my chest, and I opened my eyes suddenly, and saw the familiar carved Chengchen upside down jade yellow gauze curtain. In front of the gauze curtain, Aunt Yang was full of shock. ran to me.

The experience of this night made me sleepy for a long time. I always have some intuitions that dare not think deeply, which scares me. I think timidly, but always automatically escape at the closest moment. I am cowardly after all, imagining reality I would rather forget the desolation in those sighs.

Fortunately, something soon involved my thoughts, uncle's birthday is coming.

In this Xiping Hou Mansion, I am tired of seeing those fake smiles. If there is anything worthy of my deep love and nostalgia, I think there is only one uncle.

He really loves me, like a father, I have never met my father, and the people around me are secretive about me. They think that I must be eager to know everything about my father, so I apologize for my concealment. In fact, I don’t want to know him at all. Who is it, without him, our mother and daughter are still living very well, and he left my mother, if it is not because of death, then such a man has nothing to be nostalgic for.

For uncle's birthday, I asked my mother what to prepare, and Aunt Yang smiled happily: "Miss Silly, you kowtow to uncle a few more times and it will be in there. You are underage, what gift should you give?"

I curled my lips: "The head needs to be kowtowed, and the gift also needs to be prepared. The Mu family is as rich as an enemy, and the gold, jewelry and jade are too vulgar and boring. Mother, what do you think I should give as a present?"

Mother smiled and glanced at me: "It's rare for you to have such a heart. Aren't you learning calligraphy and painting? Just give a copy of your own calligraphy and painting."

I stuck out my tongue: "There are many calligraphy and paintings by famous artists in the central hall of the Hou's mansion. They are not qualified to squeeze into the main hall if they are first-class. I will send the calligraphy and paintings? I am afraid that I will laugh off the big teeth of the Hou's mansion."

Niang raised her eyebrows, and there was a hint of amusement in her smile: "I thought you would never care about other people's ridicule."

I waved my hand: "Aren't I afraid of embarrassing you?"

Niang was startled, and suddenly said: "You are you, I am me, if your paintings are embarrassing, I don't know you."

"Hey!" I stared wide-eyed: "It's vicious..."

Aunt Yang had already laughed out loud: "It's rare that Madam is so happy. Madam may as well give you some pointers. Anyway, Master Hou will be happy with whatever her child paints. Besides, with Madam's talent, she won't lose her face."

I naturally understand that mother is teasing me. Looking at mother's gentle smile, the worries of the past few days gradually fade away. Maybe mother has taken the medicine, maybe the inexplicable disease has improved, maybe...

I think, I'm worrying too much, not all pain must be hidden, all smiles are deeply sad, at least at this moment, the happiness I have been carefully maintaining, is not like a freshly picked flower with dew in the morning. Freshly blooming before my eyes?

But I don't know that the original happiness has also returned to the light.

After barely working hard for more than a month, I made a side landscape. I used sparse brushes and light ink to dye it. I painted a pool of clear water, which is as flat as a mirror. People, at the end of the boat, the boat lady bends over to hold the oar, and looks at the distant mountains with a smile, with a lively expression, which makes people feel like they can hear the sound of humming.

Mother looked at it and said yes: "The distant mountains are divided into blue colors, and the boat comes from the sky."

I was naturally proud, thinking about what words to fill in, but I was dissatisfied with the left and the right, for fear of wasting my rare and meticulous work. Seeing that my birthday was approaching, I was thinking hard.

So I thought about going to my uncle's study to see what books he read on weekdays, and picked the sentences in the books he loved, and my uncle would definitely like them.

(End of this chapter)