She Plays A, She Plays O

    Ning Xuechu got up and walked to the window in soft slippers.

    She stretched out her hand to open a gap in the curtain, and she was stunned when she saw it.

    The white color on the ground outside the house has disappeared, revealing the original dark green appearance of the lawn.

    Last night's snow, as if it never existed.

    Ning Xuechu stepped on her heel, and the slight dampness on the slippers told her that the snow was not a dream.

    She tilted her head and looked at the corner of the wall, where a servant was pushing a cart and holding a shovel.

    A little bit of white in the corner was shoveled neatly with a shovel, and then poured into the cart.

    Ning Xuechu's eyebrows narrowed, and she understood everything instantly.

    It turned out that the servants of the Ning family cleaned up all the snow early in the morning.

    After thinking for a moment, Ning Xuchu hurried out of the house wearing thin clothes.

    "Miss Ning, what's the matter?" The servant who was shoveling the snow stopped and asked with a puzzled look.

    A few days ago, Miss An brought back a thin and weak girl, saying that she would live here in the future, and asked them to call her 'Miss Ning', without saying anything else.

    Everyone was curious about the identity of this girl, and they speculated and discussed in private, but they discussed it many times and did not come up with a reliable answer.

    Nevertheless, no one dared to ask Miss Ann.

    "Why do you want to clean up such beautiful snow? Wouldn't it be good to keep them?" Ning Xuechu tilted her head with a naive look on her tender face.

    After saying this, she bit her lip and lowered her head, looking at the dirty snow in the car, her eyes were full of regret and reluctance.

    Seeing this, the servant couldn't help but sighed her kindness and simplicity, and comforted softly, "Miss Ning, it's hard to walk when the snow melts. If you like to see the snow, you can go to the refrigerator to have a look, there are A little snowman."

    When Ning Xuechu heard the words, she was shocked and immediately thought of the little snowman she pinched for An Jianqing last night.

    She thought that after one night, the little snowman had already melted, but An Jianqing put it in the refrigerator for preservation.

    Her mind was given enough attention.

    For a while, Ning Xuechu's mood was complicated, and she was surprised by a hint of joy.

    She smiled sweetly, turned and walked into the house.

    I opened the refrigerator and saw the snowman.

    An Jianqing packed it in a small transparent box and kept the snowman intact.

    Ning Xuchu watched quietly, her black pupils rippled a little.

    She pursed her lips, turned off the refrigerator, and removed the snowman from her mind.

    "Miss Ning, come and have breakfast." Aunt Lian greeted from behind.

    Ning Xuchu turned around, glanced at the dining table, and then looked at the clock on the wall.

    It is eight o'clock in the morning, and the person who should be sitting at the table has not appeared.

    "Aunt Lian, where is Sister An?" Ning Xuechu blinked, her voice cautious.

    "Miss An is still in the room, she asked you to have breakfast first." Aunt Lian said with a smile, reaching out and making a 'please' gesture.

    Ning Xuechu looked upstairs suspiciously and asked with wide eyes, "Sister An, is she all right?"

    She said, her eyes were full of concern and worry, her mind was not on breakfast at all, and she had no intention of going over.

    "Miss Ning, don't worry, Miss An does not go out for a day or two every month, and only stays in her room." Aunt Lian explained.

    "Not going out for a day or two?" Ning Xuechu lowered her eyes and repeated in her heart.

    Seeing that she was still worried, Aunt Lian smiled and continued to comfort her, "Miss Ning, let's have breakfast first."

    Hearing the meaning of the words, Ning Xuchu nodded obediently and sat down to eat breakfast.

    As soon as she sat firmly, the aroma of roses came from the tip of her nose.

    Smell carefully, there is also the smell of red wine.

    Two different scents intertwined, like roses being soaked in red wine, a little pungent.

    Aunt Lian obviously smelled the smell, and she went out as usual.

    After a while, Aunt Lian came back, followed by three men, each wearing the same uniform with the flower shop's name written on it.

     "Just put it here." Aunt Lian said.

    Ning Xuechu stopped eating, stood up, and looked over curiously.

    Three flower shop employees kept coming in and out, and soon the house was filled with the aroma of roses.

    The bright red color stimulates people's eyeballs, Ning Xuechu felt a little dazed after watching it for a long time.

    She left her seat, walked to Aunt Lian, and asked with a wink, "Aunt Lian, why did the family suddenly buy so many roses? It smells like red wine."

    "This is what Miss An ordered. I will buy a batch of roses every month, and I will send them to Miss An's room later." Aunt Lian said.

    Ning Xuechu looked upstairs involuntarily.

    An Jianqing's door was closed, but she was sure that the people inside must have heard such a big movement downstairs.

    "Why does Sister An buy so many roses every month?" Ning Xuechu asked curiously.

    "This is what Miss An means, and we don't know." Aunt Lian said.

    The implication is to tell her not to inquire.

    Ning Xuchu smiled well and went to school after dinner.

    After two days, the closed door finally opened.

    Ning Xuechu stood at the door with the steaming food, looking at the people inside, with a sweet smile, "Sister, are you all right? I've been worried about you these past two days. "

    Ning Xuechu stared for a while without a trace, but found no problem.

    She lowered her eyes and looked into the room.

    The room is full of roses, with a strong aroma of red wine.

    An Jianqing saw doubt and curiosity in her eyes, but she didn't break it, just smiled and said, "I'll come."

    She is about to reach for the plate.

    Ning Xuechu ducked to the side, shook her head and said, "Sister, I think your body is still a little uncomfortable, I'll take it in."

    After saying this, she carried the dinner plate into the room.

    The rich rose fragrance is tinged with the nostrils, and there is also a faint smell.

    It was so faint that one could not help but suspect that there was something wrong with the sense of smell.

    Ning Xuechu put the dinner plate on the table, and when she got up, she noticed a photo on the bedside table.

    Photos are preserved in beautiful frames and look brand new, enough to show how much they are valued.

    In the photo, there are two beautiful women with bright smiles, about eighteen years old.

    The two were side by side, very close, even a little intimate.

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    The man on the right has his eyes raised upwards, and his delicate face has a more mature charm than his peers.

    She put her hand on An Jianqing's shoulder, leaning over and seemed to be whispering.

    The smile on An Jianqing's face was probably made fun of by this person.

    Ning Xuechu frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable, like being blocked by a stone.

    She was about to pick up the photo when a white and tender hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the photo before her.

    "Xuechu, the smell in the room is pungent, you go out first." An Jianqing held the album in her arms with a gentle smile.

    Ning Xuchu was keenly aware of a trace of tension under this calm.

    The person in the photo must be very important to An Jianqing.

    "Okay, sister, you must remember to eat and take care of your body." Ning Xuchu suppressed the inexplicable anger in her heart and left with a good smile.

    The moment she closed the door, she saw An Jianqing carefully placing it in the album, like a fragile baby.

    Ning Xuechu's heart suddenly became more panicked.

    She always thought that she was special to An Jianqing, but now a more important person has emerged, occupying her place in An Jianqing's heart.

    She was really uncomfortable and dissatisfied, as if something important had been taken away from her.

    Ning Xuechu gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, trying to dispel the depression in her heart.

    But as if her mind had its own consciousness, she kept replaying the scene of An Jianqing holding the album.

    In retrospect, she can even clearly remember An Jianqing clasping the edge of the album with ten fingers, and the smile on her lips unconsciously raised when she put it down.

    The smile faded away from the illusion of gentleness, and it really radiated from the bottom of my heart.

    Beauty and happiness are the smiles that never bloom when facing her.

    The more Ning Xuechu thought about it, the more angry she became. She opened the window and tried to blow the cold wind to calm herself down.

    A soft, smiling female voice came from the window next door, "Don't be so troublesome, it's just a birthday, I'm very happy to have you here."

    I don't know what was said on the phone, An Jianqing's laughter became more and more crisp, and she seemed extremely happy.

    Ning Xuechu listened quietly, recalling the information she had found about An Jianqing.

    Three days later is Saturday, which is also An Jianqing's birthday.

    She has time for this birthday party.

    Ning Xuechu had a smile on her lips, and when the call from the next door finished, she turned to go out.

    "Sister, I remember that it's your birthday soon. I will definitely prepare a special gift for my sister. I hope my sister will not dislike it." Ning Xuechu said with a smile, a smile on his face. Be careful with fear of rejection.

    Hearing this, An Jianqing was stunned for a moment, then hesitated for a moment and said, "Thank you Xuechu, I am looking forward to your gift."

    "Then we're done, I'll sing a birthday song to my sister." Ning Xuchu smiled happily, with hope flashing in his eyes.

    "Okay." An Jianqing smiled dotingly, "I will introduce a friend to you at that time."

    "Who is it?" Ning Xuchu was suffocated, and subconsciously thought of the woman in the photo.

    "Qiu Mengxi." An Jianqing said softly, with a happy smile on her face, her fair skin flushed slightly.

    Ning Xuechu saw this expression clearly.

    She doesn't know Qiu Mengxi, but she has heard these three words.

    This name often appears in the lace news of entertainment tabloids.

    The eldest lady of the Qiu family has never been short of beauties, and she has never broken beauties, and An Jianqing is completely two worlds.

    How can these two be good friends?