beautiful woman at home

Wen Zijin hesitated and asked, "Why didn't Sister Ye go to Zijin today?"

"I'm a little tired today, so I slept more in the morning."

"That's it." Wen Zijin slowly sat aside, clasped his hands together, and covered his twisted fingers with his wide sleeves.

Ye Ran looked down at the bamboo scroll in her hand, the wind outside the window rustled the branches and leaves outside.

The incense burner on the side was burning with fine mist, and the whole inner room was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

When several sneezes sounded abruptly one after another, Ye Ran turned his head to look at the girl who was rubbing her nose.

The light blue color in the girl's eyes became much lighter, and her originally too pale face gradually became more rosy.

It's a pity that the slender scar hasn't healed yet, and the surrounding area is a little bruised, which is very conspicuous.

"what happened?"

Ye Ran asked aloud.

The probing gentle eyes made Wen Zijin a little shy. In her dream, it seemed that Sister Ye was looking at her like that at that time.

Wen Zijin replied in a low voice, "No, nothing."

Seeing the girl rubbing her nose lightly, Ye Ran remembered that she seemed a little uncomfortable with the smell of Jinyouhua, and then moved the fine mist of the incense burner away from the girl's surroundings.

Wen Zijin regained his composure when his nose felt a lot better, and quietly looked at the person beside him from the corner of his eye.

Why does it feel like Sister Ye hasn't changed a bit over the years, and she can't tell how old she is now.

"What's the matter, young master?" Ye Ran met the girl's gentle and shy eyes, and held the bamboo scroll slightly between his fingers to restrain his mind.

The girl hurriedly looked away, but her white and tender earlobes were already dyed a light pink and she replied in a panic: "No, nothing."

The sound of the heartbeat couldn't be more obvious, the beating sound was extraordinarily clear.

Even Ye Ran became nervous, could it be that the girl came to question herself?

Wen Zijin raised his hand, poured a cup of tea and drank it down, but the sound of cicadas outside the window became more and more obvious, and the noise made people very nervous.

How to do?

It seems that I can't look at Sister Ye!

"Young master, do you have something to tell me?" Ye Ran decided to speak out first. With the girl's gentle temperament, as long as she explained well, she shouldn't be angry. If it doesn't work, there is always another way.

Wen Zijin shook his head and nodded again, and it took a while before he said: "It's nothing, Zijin is just curious about how old Sister Ye is this year?"

You must never tell about dreaming about kissing.

Ye Ran's suspended heart slowly sank: "My age is about..."

The words stopped suddenly, Ye Ran looked at the girl who was only fourteen, and suddenly couldn't tell her age.

Tell the truth, most girls will not believe it.

"This year is 26." This age should not be considered outrageous.

Unexpectedly, the eyes of the girl on the opposite side were wide open, and Ye Ran felt guilty, could it be seen?

Wen Zijin calculated the age difference between the two of them, and felt a little disappointed in his heart and sighed, "There is a 12-year difference."

Seeing the girl's sad face, Ye Ran was a little confused and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I just thought that Sister Ye looked like Zijin's sister, but I didn't expect that she was only three years younger than my mother."

Isn't that to call aunt?

This is another level of seniority.

"Everyone's appearance is different, so you don't have to care so much, young master."

Wen Zijin covered the teacup in his hand and nodded in response: "Ye, what sister said is true."

Anyway, Sister Ye didn't mind these years, so there should be no need to change her name.

Seeing the girl's brows stretched out again, Ye Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe the girl might have forgotten about that night, after all, she was very weak at that time.

It's just that Ye Ran didn't know whether to be lucky or disappointed.

Wen Zijin took a sip of tea and looked at the furnishings in the house. It seemed that there had been no changes in recent years.

There is a bunch of plum branches in the porcelain vase, the plum blossoms on it have fallen off, leaving only bare branches.

This plum tree was picked by Wen Zijin from the temple a few years ago, but Sister Ye kept it.

With unspeakable joy in his heart, the corners of Wen Zijin's lips rose uncontrollably.

The girl's mood changed very quickly. Although Ye Ran didn't know why, she still followed the corners of her lips upwards. Maybe a good mood is contagious.

The words that originally wanted to express his heart were also suppressed.

As if returning to the midsummer appearance when we first met, Wen Zijin ate meat buns and drank porridge in the morning, looking outside frequently.

After finally finishing his breakfast, Wen Zijin sat in the pavilion, and when the teacher appeared, the light in his eyes dimmed.

Zi Xi looked at the girl's disappointed face, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her face.

After all, it is also a nine-tailed fox with noble blood. Could it be that its beauty is not as good as that ferocious giant python?

"Young master, you seem to be very disappointed?" Zi Xi approached with a bright smile, thinking that she couldn't believe that the old lady couldn't even deal with little kids!

Wen Zijin held the book and replied, "No."

Could it be that sister Ye went to bed late today?

"Could it be that the young master is waiting for his sweetheart?"

Seeing the flustered look of the girl, Zi Xi was not at all as calm as before, which was really interesting.

Poor Wen Zijin was so frightened by the teacher's sudden words that he dropped the book in his hand, and his whole face quickly turned red.

Where is there any sweetheart.

He obviously just wanted to see Sister Ye for a while.

"Sir, you are joking, Zijin has no sweetheart."

"Young master is old enough to marry a wife, is it true that there is no one he likes?" Zi Xi asked, twirling the folding fan with her fingertips.

Wen Zijin shook his head and said, "No."

"Even Miss Ye doesn't like it?"

"Sister Ye is Sister Ye, how could..." Wen Zijin blushed and didn't know how to explain.

Zi Xi looked at Ye Ran who was not far away, and hurriedly sat aside.

Wen Zijin, who hadn't calmed down yet, was still very surprised to see the teacher suddenly stop talking.

A figure suddenly entered the pavilion, Wen Zijin turned his head and saw the black skirt shining brightly under the sunlight.

It's just that Sister Ye's expression seemed a little serious, and Wen Zijin hesitated to say the original greeting.

But Ye Ran sat quietly and didn't look at the girl. As for Zi Xi, who was just watching the fun, her eyes were full of smirks.

Wen Zijin looked eagerly at Sister Ye who had never looked at her, feeling even more puzzled.

The teacher read the article, while Wen Zijin wrote silently with a pen. The writing speed was so fast that he couldn't separate his mind to think about it.

It was like this until noon, when the teacher left the pavilion with the book in his hands, Wen Zijin was about to say a few words to Sister Ye.

"I'm a bit tired, so it's inconvenient to have dinner with the young master today."

Hey?

Wen Zijin looked at the figure leaving the courtyard, feeling even more disappointed.

Sister Ye is very abnormal today.

Zixi, who had been hiding in the dark, looked at Ye Ran's ruthless back and sighed: "It's so dangerous, I thought I would be taught a lesson."

"Poor innocent little girl, Ye Ran's cold temper is not something ordinary people can bear."

Wen Zijin nestled in the inner room in the afternoon and did not dare to go to the side courtyard. After all, she had never seen Sister Ye with such a cold expression before, and she was really a little scared.

The teacher taught for half an hour the next day, but Sister Ye still didn't come.

Wen Zijin looked at the aisle where no one had been there for a long time, and wondered if Sister Ye was also prone to lethargy in summer?

After several days like this, Wen Zijin was a little worried, so he took the ginseng soup to the side courtyard.

"Sister Ye, Zijin is here."

"Is something wrong?"

On weekdays, they would come in directly, and Wen Zijin put his hand on the outer door and paused in response: "Zijin came to see Sister Ye."

After a while, a voice came from inside: "Come in."

Opening the outer door, Wen Zijin stepped inside. This courtyard is always extraordinarily cool in summer.

Wen Zijin held the ginseng soup in his hand and looked at the woman lying on the couch. She seemed to be looking fine and not particularly weak.

"Have you seen enough?" Ye Ran pursed her thin lips and looked at the motionless girl.

These words made Wen Zijin's cheeks burn quickly. Could it be that his intention to come to see Sister Ye was discovered?

Ye Ran didn't want to mind what she heard in the pavilion that day, after all, girls are always dull.

However, there was no reaction in the past few days, which made Ye Ran angry.

I'm always clingy on weekdays, why is this reaction so slow?

"Zijin brought the freshly brewed ginseng soup, would sister Ye want to try it?" Wen Zijin sat aside and carefully took out the ginseng soup inside.

Ye Ran clenched the bamboo roll in her hand, recalling what the girl hadn't finished saying that day.

Don't like it?

Since you don't like it, why do you never know how to keep a distance, and you always like to be so clingy?

"The ginseng soup is a bit hot. Sister Ye drink it slowly." Wen Zijin blew carefully, and then pushed it to Sister Ye.

"Thank you, young master, please worry about it." Ye Ran didn't touch the ginseng soup, and still didn't want to see the girl.

Wen Zijin sensed something was wrong, looked straight at the woman beside her, and quietly approached and asked: "Sister Ye doesn't like to drink ginseng soup?"

Ye Ran looked sideways at the girl in front of her, and the fragrance filled her nose.

"No." Ye Ran dodged back calmly, but she never thought that her sleeves would be grabbed by the girl.

The girl's bright eyes were filled with uneasiness and she said in a low voice, "What did Zijin do wrong to make Sister Ye unhappy?"

"No." Ye Ran replied stiffly.

However, Wen Zijin felt that Sister Ye in front of her was very strange, even more indifferent than when she first met.

This feeling is not good at all, as if Sister Ye will disappear at any time like last time.

Fear made Wen Zijin tightly hold on to the sleeve, his brows were furrowed stubbornly, and his eyes were full of firmness and he said: "Sister Ye, you are a liar."

Ye Ran was stunned and didn't know how to respond, the young girl was the one who set the fire wantonly but was irresponsible, why did he bully her now instead?

"I don't understand why sister Ye suddenly ignores people?"

In the past few days, Wen Zijin also thought about whether Sister Ye heard the conversation with the teacher in the pavilion that day, and thought that Sister Ye might be unhappy because of it.

Sister Ye, who is highly skilled in spells, must like knights with swords and swords, and she has no use other than reading, so how can she casually mention her liking.

Although Wen Zijin felt aggrieved, she still let go of her tugging hand and said respectfully in a low voice: "What the teacher said that day was a joke, Zijin meant no offense at all, sister Ye must not take it seriously."

Ye Ran looked at the girl in front of him, her eyes were obviously tight with sadness, as if she would cry if she said something serious again.

"I didn't ignore you." When Ye Ran raised his hand to touch the warm cheek, he caught the scalding tears.

There were tears in the girl's eyes, and she raised her hand to wipe away the tears indiscriminately, trying to distance herself awkwardly.

"Don't move." Ye Ran grabbed the slender wrist, leaned over and let the pervading fragrance do whatever she wanted, and sighed softly, "Obviously I like you, but I'm afraid it's too late."

If she doesn't like it, then stay away from her from now on and don't bother her anymore.

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