Become the favorite of the sickly lady

Clearness

Before rebirth, Fang's father and mother passed away in the second year.

It was dawn, but the gloomy sky, accompanied by dripping rain, did not feel the breath of dawn at all.

Lin Qian looked up at the window, pursed her lips, carefully got up from the bed, and lit the candle.

The candlelight swayed gently, illuminating the room in a warm color, as if instantly separating the inside and outside of the house into two worlds.

Lin Qianba couldn't help but stop holding the candle, feeling lost in thought.

Amidst the subtle sounds of Xixisuo, there were light footsteps coming from behind.

"Qian'er, what's wrong?"

The voice was soft and gentle.

"Miss, why are you getting up? You didn't wait for Qian'er to dress you."

While talking, Lin Qian trotted backwards.

In the warm candlelight, the long black hair was pulled out casually, and she was wearing a plain white dress. However, Fang Fei, who had just turned 16, had a paler complexion against the plain white, but her facial features were very good-looking. In Lin Qian's figure walking hurriedly, her light-colored lips were slightly hooked, and her jet-black eyes also showed a touch of warmth.

She just stood there, making people feel that the whole room seemed to be lit up.

"Miss, you don't wear outer clothes. Although it's not very cold in April, the lady is already afraid of the cold, so you should pay more attention."

Lin Qian, who was walking a few steps so quickly that her breath was a little anxious, just glanced at Fang Fei and then moved away. She took the white coat she picked out yesterday from the cabinet and put it on for Fang Fei.

Seeing that the last button had been buttoned, Lin Qian raised her head and looked at Fang Fei, who was plain white in front of her, and her voice lowered involuntarily:

"Besides, we'll have to..."

A smear of pain slid across Fang Fei's eyes, but before anyone looked closely, it was restrained and nowhere to be found.

"Qian'er, is everything ready?

Presumably, parents are also waiting anxiously at this moment. "

Under the warm candlelight, Fang Fei's eyes were still bright and warm as she said such words.

"Silly Qian'er, why are you crying?"

While sighing, Fang Fei took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, leaned over slightly and wiped away Lin Qian's tears.

Lin Qian, who hadn't noticed that her nose was sore at first, felt that she was being gently wiped, but the sourness became stronger. In order to prevent the veil from being completely wet by herself, she hurriedly buttoned the last button, lowered her head, and quickly run away.

"Qian'er didn't cry, but sand got into her eyes.

Miss, Qian'er is going to prepare things now. "

Fang Fei paused while holding the handkerchief, and looked at Lin Qian, who was facing away from her and preparing things in a hurry. She slowly put away the handkerchief, looked up at the dripping rain outside the window, and murmured road:

"Well, there is sand running in."

***

"Miss, be careful to get wet on the floor."

"it is good."

"Miss, come here again, be careful of the rain and get wet."

"Ah."

"Miss."

"Um"

"We have arrived."

The dripping rainwater hit the umbrella with a pattering sound, covering the two people's eyes with a layer of rain. Lin Qian, who was carefully holding Fang Fei forward, looked in front of her eyes and slowly stopped. Bu Zi, looked to the side with some worry.

Lin Qian tried her best to hold the umbrella, wearing a white flower on her hair, and Fang Fei in plain white clothes, because the rain was really heavy, her clothes were somewhat soaked by the rain.

Pale complexion, rain-soaked clothes clinging to the skin.

She loves gentle smiles the most. From Lin Qian's point of view, Fang Fei, who has always been strong except for her weak body, looks extraordinarily fragile at the moment.

"Miss~"

Lin Qian couldn't help but let out a low cry.

Fang Fei tilted her head slightly, and a drop of water was sliding down her eyelashes, like a teardrop.

"Qian'er, give me something."

The teardrops were just an illusion after all, with a soft voice, Fang Fei reached out to her, the emotion in her black eyes was still bright and warm.

"Yes, ma'am."

Four exquisite eating plates that had already been cold were neatly placed in front of the tombstone. Fang Fei carefully wiped the tombstone with a handkerchief. The corners of her lips were raised slightly, and a look of satisfaction could be vaguely seen in her black eyes.

"Father, mother, Fei'er and Qian'er came to see you together, these foods are all your favorites, today Fei'er specially ordered the kitchen to make them.

I don't know if my mother lost her temper with you?

Without Mayfair, you should give her more.

After all, my father always taught Mayfair that women should be pampered.

Father doesn't have to worry about Fei'er, everything is fine now, three meals a day, basic necessities of life, Qian'er is always careful about the business in the store..."

The chattering words were very similar to those in the past when Lin Qian accompanied Fang Fei to the main house and chatted with Fang's father and mother.

But at this moment, all Fang Fei can face is a cold tombstone.

The master went, and the lady vomited blood on the spot.

But luckily the wife is still there, and the young lady spent a lot of time and energy taking care of her. The lady was finally saved, and her spirits are not bad. The young lady who lost a lot of weight because of taking care of the lady was obviously much happier during that time.

But just a few months later, the wife went too.

Obviously the last family member also left the young lady, but the young lady didn't cry at that time.

Yes, since then the lady has never cried again.

It's too bearable.

How can you be so patient!

Lin Qian pursed her lips vigorously, looking at the gloomy sky, the endless raindrops, and the tears she finally suppressed fell down again.

"Qian'er, we're going back."

The half-wet Fang Fei breathed out tiredly, and subconsciously gathered her clothes while turning around while speaking, and saw Lin Qian was biting her lip hard, her eyes were red from crying.

"Qian'er, why are you crying again?"

Subconsciously, Fang Fei moved forward with the handkerchief, halfway through, watching the handkerchief of the wet filter quickly put away again.

Without the veil, she looked at Lin Qian, who was blushing from crying, with her hands raised in the air, hesitating and inexplicably feeling a little pitiful.

With red eyes, Lin Qian held Fang Fei's hand fiercely and brought it close to her eyes. She wiped her hand a few times indiscriminately, regardless of whether the tears were wiped away, and a muffled nasal voice rang out:

"Miss, Qianer feels uncomfortable."

"Why are you uncomfortable?"

"It hurts to see Miss."

"Ok?"

"The master and wife are gone, and the young lady is just alone."

"It's not alone, I still have Qian'er."

"That's different."

"It's the same, so Qian'er should stop crying."

"Woo... still want to cry.

The lady doesn't cry, Qian'er cries for the lady.

Miss, why do you think Madam is so cruel?

Why doesn't she spend more time with the miss, the miss likes the master and wife so much. "

"Stupid.

Mother, she...isn't cruel, it's just...just can't bear it anymore. "

"Why can't you hold on?

Obviously there is a young lady by her side. "

"Because she loved her father so much.

Qian'er, the word love is sometimes heavier than imagined.

Some people cannot live without love. "

"Uuuuuuuuu Miss..."

"Okay, Qian'er, don't cry.

Don't cry~"

***

"Because she loved her father so much.

Qian'er, the word love is sometimes heavier than imagined.

Some people cannot live without love. "

For a long time, these words kept flashing through Lin Qian's mind, but she never understood the meaning of these words, and she didn't even understand why Fang Fei had such a clear expression when she said such words, but She finally understands now.

But when she understood, Miss...

Lin Qian wiped the corners of her eyes carelessly with her sleeves. After pulling out the grass for too long, her sleeves were dirty and cold after being drenched in the rain.

But that doesn't matter at all, as long as the tears don't blur her vision.

The Fang Mansion, which was big and prosperous in Lin Qian's memory, was completely deserted at some point, empty without smoke, and overgrown with weeds.

Lin Qian knelt down and pulled the weeds vigorously. The grass was so dense that she couldn't even see the young lady's tombstone.

Being spoiled by Fang Fei in Fang's residence, Lin Qian has never suffered any hardships. After she got married, she never did any heavy work because of the protection of the young lady, so that her hands were delicate and ruthless, but after pulling out weeds for a while, It was cut several times, blood flowed out, and the fingertips were so full of marks that it hurts so much to move.

But Lin Qian seemed to feel no pain, the faster she moved her hands.

The gloomy sky and the dripping rain separated time. Lin Qian couldn't remember how long she had been repeating this action, but when she pulled out the weeds in front of her again with bloody fingertips, she finally saw When I arrived at the tombstone that had turned yellow and old.

It is a bit exaggerated to say that it is a tombstone, it is just a wooden sign inserted on it, and the last word is written on the sign.

When Lin Qian saw the wooden sign, she felt that all her strength had been exhausted. She crawled over in embarrassment, and tremblingly touched the wooden sign. The pain was more intense and heartbreaking than before. Come.

The blood on the fingertips bleeds from touching the wooden sign, making the old wooden sign look even uglier.

Lin Qian frantically wiped the blood with her sleeve, but the dirty sleeve not only failed to wipe off the blood, but spread the blood away, accompanied by some dirty marks.

"Miss, Qian'er... I'm sorry.

It's all... shallow... not good. "

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Lin Qian cried desperately holding the wooden sign.

But this time, no matter how long she cried or how sad she was, no one would gently wipe her tears and try her best to comfort her.

Miss~

Miss~

The word love is so heavy, why do you put it on Qian'er?

Qian'er is completely unworthy! !

***

"Qian'er, Qian'er~"

There was always a calm voice calling in my ear, and those heavy pictures gradually faded away.

Lin Qian blinked, then raised her eyes to look at the gloomy sky, feeling dazed.

"However, the umbrella is not properly supported, and the rain is dripping down."

The soft veil was gently wiped against the forehead, and the helpless voice rang out again.

Lin Qian subconsciously turned her head. She wore a white flower on her head and was dressed in white. Because she was over forty, Fang Fei, who had lost her girlish air and more mature women, was leaning over to wipe the raindrops for her.

"Okay, we've finished our worship, it's raining heavily outside, let's go back."

After the raindrops were wiped off, Fang Fei put away her handkerchief, looked up at the sky, and spoke softly.

The gloomy sky, the dripping rain, the tombstone standing quietly.

Everything seems to be exactly the same.

But Lin Qian knew very clearly that it was completely different.

"Crack~"

"Qian'er, why do you..."

Lin Qian let the umbrella in her hand drop to the ground. Facing Fang Fei's astonished words, she took two steps forward, wrapped her arms around Fang Fei's waist, and buried her whole body in Fang Fei's chest with all her strength. .

"Miss, I want to hug you."

"Qian'er, you are over forty, why are you still like this..."

In the reprimand-like words, Fang Fei's umbrella tilted more and more, and after covering Lin Qian completely, she gently patted her back with the other hand.

"Just hug it. It's raining heavily outside, so be careful of catching a cold."

The author has something to say: Today is Qingming, and I have seen too many touching moments.

So I suddenly wrote this story.

I love you guys`