Become the favorite of the sickly lady

"Miss, it's time to get up."

"it is good."

"Then Miss Lin Qian is this?"

"Shh~ She was tired from vigil last night, let her sleep for a while, you accompany me to see my parents."

"Oh, but...but..."

"Myolie, do you also want to sleep with Miss?"

"No no no!"

"Look, you're in a hurry.

Today is the first day of the lunar new year, we still have to dress up festively, and go get the outer dress from the box on the left and put it on. "

"Yes, ma'am."

Lin Qian vaguely heard voices ringing in her ears, but the familiar and strong medicinal fragrance in her nose made her fall into a deep dream and refused to wake up.

***

Fang Fei, who was wearing a plain white embroidered dress with a pale complexion and pale lips, coughed lightly, and quickly wiped the corners of her lips with a soft handkerchief. At seventeen, Fang Fei's eyelashes are black and long and narrow, her eyes are full of autumn water, and her lips are slightly red, looking delicate and beautiful.

17 years old is the most beautiful time for a woman. Fang Fei looked at herself in the mirror but was slightly stunned. The long black hair behind her was gently rolled up, revealing a fair neck and delicate and slender fingers. Lowering his eyes slightly, he sighed softly:

"Qian'er, you said it would be nice if people didn't grow up."

"Miss what nonsense.

If she didn't grow up, how could Qian'er see such a beautiful young lady. "

The person behind neatly inserted a glass hairpin for Fang Fei, and stepped back a few steps, as if looking at Fang Fei's makeup, obviously very satisfied with his craftsmanship, and his beaming tone brought out full of vigor.

Fang Fei gently raised her eyes, and as expected, there was a figure in the bronze mirror, with dark green clothes, simple hairstyle, but slightly curved eyebrows, slightly raised lips, delicate skin on her face, with a healthy blush.

Fang Fei tightly held the handkerchief, and sighed in her throat for a long time:

"Yes~"

If I don't grow up, how can I see such a good-looking appearance of Qian'er?

Even after growing up, it's time for Qian'er to leave.

***

Obviously, when the two were together in her memory, Lin Qian never understood or understood Fang Fei's last words. Even in the last three years, all she recalled was the time when the two were together. sweet time.

But since seeing Miss, she can always see through Fang Fei's last and deepest thoughts in occasional dreams.

A dense pain spread in her heart, and Lin Qian's body curled up tighter and tighter, as if she could catch everything that slipped away from her hands.

"Qian'er, what's wrong with you?

Wake up, it's all right. "

The soft, childlike voice rang quietly and gently, over and over again, with great patience.

The extremely clear dream gradually began to fade until it was completely blurred.

Lin Qian slowly opened her eyes, and saw that the curtains in the room were half drawn at some point, and bright light was coming in from the closed windows. Fang Fei, who was wearing a pink winter dress, was sitting in front of her, leaning forward slightly, His hands were clapping her body one after another, and those warm-colored eyes lit by the sun looked at her quietly.

"Qian'er, you're awake, it was just a dream, it's okay~"

Fang Fei patted Lin Qian's hand and retracted it, her sitting posture began to become more upright, but the small voice that seemed to have finally relaxed, and the corners of Qianqian's eyes that did not know it, brought Lin Qian warmth.

"Well, miss, I know."

Lin Qian curled up and slowly relaxed. Restrained and greedy, she saw all Fang Fei's expressions in her eyes. She slowly responded, sat up slowly, and then slowly leaned forward. The defenseless Fang Fei gently hugged her in her arms.

"Qian... Qian'er?"

The more intense scent of medicine and the warm body temperature than in the quilt instantly invaded, just like sleeping, the small Fang Fei who was held by Lin Qian could be completely controlled by her.

Secretly and greedily rubbing gently, Lin Qian let go, took the initiative to take a few steps back, got up from the bed neatly, folded all the quilts familiarly, turned her head to look at the reddish ears, and still kept Fang Fei in the previous posture.

Those subtle dull pains finally subsided, soft and slightly sweet thoughts hit, Lin Qian stood in front of Fang Fei, looking up at her:

"I'm sorry miss, Qian'er overstepped.

It was just agreed that Qian'er would accompany the young lady to meet the old lady, but the young lady went with Xing'er first. "

Serious tone but with a slight grievance.

"But you kept watch all night, I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I asked Xing'er to accompany me."

Fang Fei blinked, meeting Lin Qian's gaze, her voice dropped a little for no reason.

"Qian'er knows, but Qian'er still wants to go with Miss."

"Then... next time you are sleeping soundly, I will wake you up too?"

"it is good."

Although there is always an illusion that I am bullying the young lady, I can't help it at all.

Lin Qian responded softly, smiling very happily.

Fang Fei watched Lin Qian's smile quietly, her ears were still slightly red, but she couldn't help but also smiled quietly.

***

Lin Qian waited on Fang Fei to fall asleep, and Xing'er volunteered to stay in the room, and was finally able to go out when she was free.

"Sister Lin Qian."

"Happy New Year, Miss Lin Qian."

"Sister Lin Qian, happy new year."

As Fang Fei's personal maid, Lin Qian's reputation in Fang's residence is greater than imagined. Along the way, no matter whether men or women are older than her, they will respectfully call her "Sister" when they see Lin Qian. .”

This "sister" has nothing to do with age, just because of status.

Xing'er once secretly whispered to Lin Qian that it was awkward for her to be called "sister" by people in her twenties, but Lin Qian didn't; she was used to it.

But apart from this kind of respect, Lin Qian could see that everyone was filled with unconcealable joy along the way.

The Fang family is not a demanding family, and the red envelopes given during the New Year are very grand.Such a master will make those who do things feel happy, and even look forward to a better life next year.

Looking at the joy of these people, Lin Qian couldn't help standing up straighter after thinking about the source of their joy.

Same with Rong, this is the truest portrayal of her mood!

It was a lively and joyous New Year. The three of us watched lanterns together, ate sweet and soft glutinous glutinous rice balls, and the Lantern Festival passed completely.

The sky is still a little cold, but the trees spit out their branches quietly, and some urgent flowers begin to bloom.

Fang Fei, who had been nestled for almost a winter due to fear of the cold, came back to life after the wind finally began to bring warmth.

"Qian'er, put me in plain clothes today."

"it is good."

"Qian'er, have you brought your pen, inkstone, paper and ink?"

"I brought it all."

"Have you brought the books you ordered?"

"That…"

"Miss, don't worry, Sister Lin Qian has checked everything correctly three times since last night.

In the early morning, I also told the kitchen what to cook, and at noon, as soon as the cook is ready, I will rush to bring it over for you, miss. "

Fang Fei and Lin Qian asked and answered, and Xing'er, who had been waiting by the side, finally couldn't help but interrupt.

Wearing a light green long dress, Fang Fei, who was dressed neatly and well-dressed, had a touch of red on her ears. She pursed her lips, looked at Lin Qian and Xing'er who were also smiling at her, and paused for a while before speaking:

"Then Qian'er, did we go to school together?"

"Okay, miss."

"Myolie remembers all the times very firmly, so I won't let Miss and Lin Qian go hungry."

Fang Fei, who was supported by Lin Qian to the door, turned her head to face Xing'er who was looking at her with a smile, and spat softly, "Xing'er, you are the only one who talks too much."

After the words fell, he couldn't help but smiled slightly.

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Today is relatively early, because I have time to go to work and secretly write words ←_←