gentle fairy tale

The next day, Yu Mian knocked on her door again.

Pei Songxi opened the door, ignored her as usual, put her into the room, and still focused on doing her own things.

She came in with a glass of milk. Aunt Zhang probably made milk for her because she saw that she had a poor appetite and had little food, and was afraid of delaying her growth.

Pei Songxi glanced at her indifferently, but didn't speak, she was practicing calligraphy.

Holding the cup in her small hand, Yu Mian carefully took a sip and licked her lips, not daring to make a sound.

She couldn't help but look at the way she was writing, the soft and drooping neck, the graceful lines of the plain white wrists, the nib of the pen running on the paper... She didn't dare to look at her for too long, and quickly looked away, and found that she was hanging on the desk. A beautifully framed landscape painting, freehand brush and ink, with a line written on the far right: Songxi under the moon.

She turned her head and thought for a while, is this her name?

Aunt Pei...Pei Songxi?

Pei Songxi put down the pen, she likes to be quiet, and she doesn't like to be noisy when practicing calligraphy.The little girl is also quiet, and almost never takes the initiative to talk to her. Sometimes after a long time, she will think that she has gone—she even breathes at the same rhythm as her. At a young age, she is so smart that it is hard to aware.

She looked back, the little girl hadn't finished drinking the milk, there was more than half of it left, and there was a little milk froth on the corner of her mouth, as if she had grown a white beard.

Yu Mian was a little nervous when she saw her, and the hand holding the cup became tighter. She thought about it and jumped off the bed.

She ran to the desk, because she was not tall enough, she had to stand on tiptoe to put the cup on the table, and said in a clear and tender voice, "Do you want to drink?"

Pei Songxi hasn't had hot milk for many years.

She stared at the cup in a daze.

Yu Mian was startled, then remembered something, said "wait for me" and ran out in a hurry.

Soon, she ran back again, holding a cup of steaming milk in her hand, her fingertips were a little red from the heat: "I haven't drunk this before."

She may have thought she disliked her.

Pei Songxi met her pure and clear eyes, clean and free of impurities, not careful to please, just really wanted to share with her.

She frowned, but still had a drink.

It tastes really weird.

Yu Mian raised her head, looked at Pei Songxi drinking milk, and couldn't help secretly laughing.

Pei Songxi never called her name, nor said a word to her, and was deserted and indifferent.Before I knew it, the morning passed like this.

At noon, Aunt Zhang came to ask her to eat, and when she saw Yu Mian coming out of her room, she was startled: "Why are you running around... Come, come out with me."

Pei Songxi said calmly, "It's okay."

When Yu Mian heard these two words, she couldn't help smiling, and as if she was afraid of being discovered, she immediately lowered her head and followed her.

It's strange, everyone in this family smiles at her, but she just trusts her and just wants to follow her.

Today's dinner table was a little lively, Ding Mei kept talking to Pei Linmao: "Xiao Yuan's flight in the afternoon, you must remember to pick him up."

Pei Linmao hummed: "I know. You can put your son's coat in my car later. It's been a little cold these days because the temperature has dropped."

"I know, I know, I picked it up a long time ago, and I will put it in your car later. By the way, Aunt Zhang, remember to make Xiaoyuan's favorite braised prawns."

Aunt Zhang smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, we will remember all the dishes that the young master likes, and we will buy all the dishes in the morning."

Pei Tiancheng also missed his grandson: "The next time you enroll your child in summer camp, don't take too long. It's been two months. My child misses home so much."

Ding Mei also sighed, a little regretful: "Isn't it, I want to kill my big baby."

Yu Mian listened to them quietly, and ate a little rice. She had a small appetite, so she only ate half a bowl each time, with a little green vegetables, and ate in small bites.

Suddenly there was a shadow over her head, and there were a few more slices of beef in the bowl. She raised her head in surprise, met Pei Songxi's calm gaze, and looked around carefully. Everyone was talking, but she didn't notice.

This is their little secret.

She bent her lips quietly, and moved her chair over there, trying to get closer to her.

Pei Songxi was still the first to leave.

As soon as she finished eating, Yu Mian also put down her chopsticks and jumped off the chair.

Pei Songxi never participated in family conversations, so she went upstairs to see her grandma, then continued downstairs, walked a few steps, and found Yu Mian secretly following her.

She walked in front, and she followed her shadow.

When she reached the door of her room on the third floor, she said, "Come out."

The child came out from the corner with a guilty conscience, holding the hem of the clothes with both hands nervously, looking at her timidly, wanting to say something, but did not dare to say it.

Pei Songxi looked at her for a while, then shook his head slightly.

Her voice was soft as if she was talking to herself: "Forget it."

Did she acquiesce that she followed her?

Yu Mian couldn't help but clenched her small fists and smiled cautiously, but she didn't dare to follow her again. She went back to her room, and the midday sun came in through the glass, dancing gently on the floor.

She stepped on the small grid on the floor, jumped a few steps, and threw herself back to the bed, took out the orange from under the pillow, frowned, squeaked, and kissed again.

……

It was rare for the Pei family to be lively.

The servants were busy up and down, changing the sheets, tidying the room, and drying the quilt on the balcony. It was a bit noisy for a while, only the third floor was still quiet.

Yu Mian was sitting on the floor reading a book of fairy tales, when Aunt Zhang knocked on the door and came in: "Take your little quilt to the sun, okay?"

Yu Mian nodded: "Okay, I like fragrant quilts."

"What book are you reading?"

Yu Mian was a little embarrassed and put the book away, she still didn't know many words, but fortunately there were pinyin and illustrations, she didn't quite understand them either.

Aunt Zhang looked at her pitifully: "Would you like to go up with me and enjoy the sun on the balcony? But the eldest lady is also up there, so you can't argue."

As soon as Yu Mian heard the second part of her sentence, her eyes lit up: "Okay, go up."

She doesn't like to talk here, and she doesn't express her emotions and preferences. This is the first time Aunt Zhang has seen her so happy, and she stroked her hair lovingly: "I'm holding the quilt, you follow me."

Yumian nodded obediently.

on the balcony.

Zhou Ruyun was lying on the deck chair, basking in the sun, with his eyes slightly closed.

Holding a wooden comb, Pei Songxi combed the old man's hair very lightly. The silver threads were like frost, and every strand was a trace of time.

Yu Mian was standing next to Aunt Zhang, but she couldn't help secretly looking at her.

There was a commotion downstairs, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground when the car braked, and the faint sound when the iron door opened. Ding Mei called out baby dearly - this is the young master of the Pei family, and Pei Zhiyuan has returned.

Yu Mian lay on the railing, glanced down, and saw a little boy about her age rushing through the yard like wind, running upstairs, calling, "Auntie! Grandma!"

Yu Mian stood back.

Pei Zhiyuan rushed to the balcony, he had always loved his little aunt and grandma the most, the old man was woken up by him, and he beckoned to him lovingly, patted his head, but he was unable to hug him.

Pei Zhiyuan had no choice but to climb up on Pei Songxi, but Pei Songxi looked indifferent, and clapped his hand: "Come down."

He was used to her indifference, but he still felt wronged.

Until his eyes fell on Yu Mian, and he forgot about the grievance, he frowned: "Who is this?"

Ding Mei just came up and explained to her son: "It's a child of your grandfather's friend's family. Her parents passed away, and she will live in our house from now on."

Yu Mian lowered her head, stepped on her toes, and slowly took a step back.

The little devil was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into tears: "Is she my sister? When did you give birth to a sister without telling me! No wonder you want me to go to summer camp! Do you not like me anymore?"

Ding Mei was distressed by his crying, and hugged him: "It's not my sister! Mom and Dad, we all like Xiao Yuan the most! You child, what nonsense!"

With his mother's promise, Pei Zhiyuan was a little relieved, but he was still facing an enemy: "Then tell her to go! Why should she stay in my house? Is there no orphanage, she..."

"Pei Zhiyuan."

Pei Songxi stared at him with serious eyes: "No noise."

Pei Zhiyuan had always been afraid of her the most, and was startled fiercely by her: "...Auntie?"

Pei Songxi stopped talking, and stretched out his hand towards Yu Mian.

Yu Mian looked up at her, took two steps forward, raised her hand subconsciously, but only dared to hold her fingertips.

Pei Songxi bent down, wrapped her slender arms around her, and hugged her up.

The child lowered his head, obediently and quietly, buried his delicate cheeks on her shoulders, and called her softly: "... Aunt Pei."

Pei Songxi didn't respond, just patted her on the back and walked downstairs.