Sugar Jar [Rebirth]

Xi Xin has been in the yard recently and rarely goes out, but because Yuanyuan is with him and he can read when he is bored, he does not seem bored.

In the morning, he overheard people in the courtyard discussing the affairs of Mrs. Zhou and her party, saying that they had already left.

When Zhou Anhao and the others left, they walked very low-key.

When she came, Mrs. Shi almost brought the stewards of the mansion to welcome the sisters at the door, giving the sister who had watched her grow up enough face, but when they returned, they were in a panic.

Especially Zhou Anhao, when Zhou Linshi heard that he had actually damaged something in Shi Chen's house, he almost beat him half to death, and it was useless for anyone to intercede.When he stepped into the carriage, Zhou Anhao was still wounded.

The news has been sent back to the Zhou Mansion, and everyone in the mansion has heard that this spoiled young master almost ruined his father's future.No matter how much the ancestors in the mansion dote on him, I'm afraid they can't resist the anger of the head of the family.

When the servants were talking, they didn't have much sympathy on their faces. No matter how long people from the Zhou Mansion have been here, they have been tossing and tossing. In the past, only when Zhou Lin came to visit with his servants, these things never happened .Unexpectedly, he just brought an extra child, and almost turned Jingkehou's mansion upside down.

Now that they are finally gone, they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Only two days later, news came out that Mrs. Zhou and the others were killed in an avalanche. Although they were rescued, Zhou Anhao lost one leg and one hand because they were buried in the snow for too long. Perception, can no longer be used.

This is said in a cryptic manner, but in fact it is no different from being disabled.

When Mrs. Zhou heard the news, she almost passed out, and she herself was also affected by the snow, which damaged her body and caused the root cause of the disease, and she will never see the wind again.

Mrs. Shi's eyes were complicated when she heard the servants' feedback.

Then she waved her hand and said with a sigh: "Go down."

The disabled Zhou Anhao, in the eyes of Zhou Mansion, is a useless person, without any value.Coupled with the loss of his grandmother's love, he may be unable to move an inch in the Zhou Mansion in the future.

Shi Lin in his own courtyard reached out to take a white pigeon, took off the things tied around its legs, and smiled when he read the contents of the letter clearly.

It seems that things are done.

Shi Chen was still being punished in the ancestral hall, thinking about his mistakes, he had not yet obtained Mrs. Shi's permission, so he could only stay there like this.

It's just that he wasn't idle, and occasionally he would send his servants outside to inquire about news. From time to time, someone would tell Shi Chen about Xi Xin's recent situation, in case he couldn't sit still in the ancestral hall and always wanted to sneak out.

When he heard the news of the death of Zhou Anhao and his party, there was still a bit of surprise in his eyes at first.

After all, in the previous life, Zhou Anhao and his mother returned to the Zhou Mansion smoothly, that's why they had a close relationship with the General's Mansion later on.

Shi Chen originally thought that they had contact with the Elder's Mansion after they took office, but after his investigation in this life, he discovered that there were signs of contact between them two years ago.

Mrs. Zhou is his mother's relative, but she chose to contact that side secretly. One side behaved in front of Mrs. Shi, while the other side showed affection to the general's mansion.

Now suddenly something happened to them...

I'm afraid it was his elder brother who made the move.

Shi Chen looked out the window with an unclear expression, and was suddenly full of thoughts.

Mother was right, he was still not careful enough.

To solve them is to directly avoid future troubles, so there is no need to engage in these conspiracies.

Xi Xin dipped the brush in ink, carefully looked at the Buddhist scriptures in front of him, and then patiently copied down the scriptures and incantations on them one by one.

He was concentrating on writing, but the kitten next to him was a little bored and started to make trouble.

Without raising her head, Xi Xin casually stuffed a ball of wool on her left hand in front of Yuanyuan.

Its attention was instantly attracted by this thing, and it quickly stretched out its paws to fish it out. Accidentally, all the balls of thread were dismantled and scattered everywhere, and the kitten was surrounded by a mass of cumbersome and thick threads. .

"Meow!" it yelled pitifully.

Xi Xin tilted her head in surprise, and couldn't help laughing when she saw it like this.

He laughed: "How did you make yourself like this?"

Xi Xin had no choice but to put down the pen, and slowly untie the bondage on her body.

Yuanyuan screamed weakly, but her ability to pretend to be pitiful was still as strong as ever.

Xi Xin looked down and saw that its tail was stained with ink at some point, and the white hair was mixed with black marks.

Xi Xin was a little helpless. After untying the ball of thread, he said to the little fur ball, "Don't make trouble, it will be Buddha's Nirvana Day in a few days, and I am helping my wife copy scriptures."

Xi Xin's handwriting is very good, so Mrs. Shi specially sent someone to tell him that she hoped that he would help to copy a few scriptures together in the next few days.

Copying scriptures requires sincerity, and Xi Xin is also very focused and serious when copying, and will not be influenced by the outside world.

It's just that Yuanyuan is too worried and often loses her temper.

It thought the boy was playing with it as usual, so it didn't have any scruples when it started, but after he explained, Yuanyuan obediently fell to the ground and ran outside.

Xi Xin looked at it, and knew that it probably went to find the maid who took care of it, and it probably wanted her to clean up the ink stains on her body at the moment.

After confirming that the kitten was not in danger at this time, Xi Xin withdrew his gaze and continued to copy the scriptures next to him. When he felt a little tired, he put down the pen and took a rest, then sorted the finished rice paper and put it away. Set aside and let it dry naturally.

Xi Xin was packing the paper with her head down, when she heard the movement outside, she raised her eyes slightly and looked outside.

They moved a huge vase and walked here.

The vase was almost as tall as half a person, and it seemed a bit heavy, and it seemed a bit strenuous for them to carry it together.

The vase was carried by them, and they walked over gradually.

When he walked into Master Shi Chen's courtyard, he entered the room and put his things near the cabinet.

"Xi Xin, it's just right that you are here. We put the things here. When the second son is freed from the restraint, let him see where this vase fits. Then we can come and help. We should wait for the young master to come back." It's decided, but it's not safe to put it in other places, so I can only carry it back first." The leader said to Xi Xin.

Xi Xin glanced at the vase and asked, "Is this what the young master wants?"

They nodded.

Xi Xin looked at this huge vase in perplexity, and was even more puzzled in her heart.

"This is?" He asked the doubt in his heart.

"It seems to be used to hold things." Someone said, "At the beginning, the young master told the shop that made the porcelain that it should be made bigger so that it is convenient to hold things."

Sometimes, some of Shi Chen's behaviors are really hard to understand.

Xi Xin stopped being entangled and smiled at them: "Thank you for your hard work."

They quickly waved their hands: "No hard work, no hard work."

After they left, Xi Xin looked at a large copy of scriptures on the table, lowered her eyebrows and thought about it, and decided to go for a walk.

He picked up the cloak hanging beside the chair and tied it around his body, almost hiding his entire face in the cloak.

Xi Xin loosened the cloak slightly, revealing a pair of bright eyes. He bent his eyes and smiled, then walked outside.

Liu Ruohan recovered quickly, and within two days, he had already recovered. At this time, he was carrying a lot of things and walking towards the backyard, just in time to see Xi Xin passing by, and shouted happily: "Xi Xin, here !"

I don't know if it was because of the cold wind, Liu Ruohan's face turned red.

Xi Xin was also very happy to see him, "Where are you going?"

Liu Ruohan said: "Send these books to Zangshu Pavilion."

Xi Xin looked down at the things in his arms, and said seriously: "Let me help you."

"No, I can handle it myself." In order to prove his words, Liu Ruohan turned around.

Xi Xin smiled: "Don't go around, be careful of dizziness. Then I will accompany you there."

Liu Ruohan nodded: "Okay."

"What are you up to lately? I don't seem to see you coming out much." The two chatted as they walked.

Hearing Liu Ruohan's question, Xi Xin replied: "I am helping my wife copy scriptures, the day of Buddha's Nirvana is coming soon."

Liu Ruohan thought about it, "That's right, it's time to count the days."

The two were talking, and the Library Pavilion had arrived.

Liu Ruohan sorted out the books and put them in according to categories one by one.

Xi Xin also helped by putting away the rest of the books for him.

During the period, he accidentally bumped into a book and dropped it on the ground. Xi Xin immediately bent down to pick it up.

When the book was picked up, the title page of the book was blown away by the wind.

When Xi Xin saw the handwriting written on the title page, she was slightly taken aback.

Liu Ruohan glanced at it, and said in surprise: "Why is the young master's book placed here? Was it misplaced?"

Xi Xin was silent for a moment, and then asked softly, "Is this the book of the young master?"

Liu Ruohan replied: "Well, yes."

Xi Xin turned another page, looked at the notes on it, and asked, "Then the writing on it..."

"It's also his." Liu Ruohan continued.

Xi Xin stared at the book, silent.

That is to say, what the Eldest Young Master gave him before was not the teacher's copybook.

But his own?

Why should he hide it?

The author has something to say:

Shi Lin: The car overturned.

ps: The Buddha’s Nirvana Day in Chinese Buddhism is usually February 25th of the lunar calendar, but at this time, in order to avoid such a big gap in time, we specially set February [-]th as the Nirvana Day in the "Long Agama Sutra"