beautiful woman at home

Wen Zijin was talking so much that he forgot the time, and it got dark before he knew it. In the evening, Mother Wen came to visit, and Sister Ye got up and left the inner room.

When the bead curtain wobbled down, Wen Zijin came back to his senses and saw the neglected candied haws.

Mother Wen sat aside with the food box, saw Wen Zijin staring at the candied haws in a daze, and asked, "Why are there so many candied haws left?"

"Originally, Zijin was going to leave it for Sister Ye to eat, but just now she was too busy talking to Sister Ye, and Zijin forgot about it." Wen Zijin responded with some disappointment.

"You have eaten two of these candied gourds, so it's not appropriate to give them to Miss Ye. Why don't you buy new ones for Miss Ye in the future?" Mother Wen put the dishes on the low table beside her, seeing the little face was very disappointed, Then he made a sound to appease.

The emotions in Wen Zijin's heart were swept away, and he nodded happily: "What mother said is that Zijin will buy new candied haws for Sister Ye in the future."

Mother Wen always understood her child's temperament. Mother Wen put the soup aside and smiled, but she never dampened the child's confidence.

Miss Naye has been traveling abroad for many years, such an ordinary thing as candied haws, how can it be as novel as Zijin, but children always have good ideas.

It's just that Wen Zijin, who has never been out of the mansion, can suddenly go out of the mansion, and there are many more things on his body than when he stayed indoors in the past.

First, I went to visit my grandmother with Wen's mother. In these years, except when I was born, I met Wen's parents, but since then, Wen Zijin has never seen him again, even Wen's father has not met a few times.

The elderly grandmother's ears were a little hard to hear, but she was still very kind to others, and she took a lot of candies and stuffed them into Wen Zijin's little hands.

After finishing the meal with his grandmother, Wen Zijin followed his mother to go out to visit the old master.

In the past, because Wen Zijin couldn't go to school, Wen's mother spent a lot of effort to invite the most knowledgeable old master in Jingzhou City to teach in the mansion. Now that the child is grown up, he can't stay alone all the time. Naturally, he has to learn It's good to be with people.

The school has already opened, and the entrance examination is too late. Fortunately, the old gentleman has always praised Wen Zijin for being diligent and studious. It was a pity that he could not continue to teach.

Wen Zijin had no time to make any preparations for serving tea to his teacher, and he was about to go to school.

In the past, I used to sleep until I woke up naturally, but now the sky has not yet brightened, and a servant calls outside: "Young master, it's time to get up."

Wen Zijin lingered in his ears over and over again, sat up from the quilt in a daze, and replied: "Yes, I know."

Most of the fun of going to school at first was gone. Wen Zijin awkwardly put on his robe and belt, fastened his white socks and put on his little boots, and the waiter outside slowly entered the inner room with the toiletries.

Wen Zijin twisted the handkerchief and wiped his face before he regained consciousness and asked, "How long will it be?"

The waiter took the handkerchief and responded softly, "It's almost time."

It's so late!

Maybe it's because it's getting colder and colder in winter, so it's getting dark outside. I thought it was still early, but I didn't expect it to be too late.

Wen Zijin, who always obeyed the rules, held the warm meat buns in one hand, and hurriedly sat in the sedan chair to let the servants hurry up to set off.

It would take a quarter of an hour at the fastest to go from Wen's mansion to the school, and the sedan chair was swaying violently. Wen Zijin held the big meat bun wrapped in oiled paper with both hands, and felt a little dizzy from the shaking.

This big meat bun is quite generous, and Wen Zijin would have to eat it for a long time on weekdays.

Because he was very anxious on the way, he bit the soft flesh in his mouth, and the pain caused Wen Zijin to gasp.

A servant's voice came from outside calling: "Young master, I guess I can't get to the school on time right now, I'm afraid it will be late today."

Wen Zijin stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, feeling very bad, so he blamed himself more and more in a low voice: "Yes."

"Young master, don't worry, all the young masters get up late this winter, the old master will definitely not be angry." The servant heard that the young master was feeling a little depressed, so he quickly comforted him.

"I know." On weekdays, there were quite a few people who were late, and the old master didn't criticize them severely, but just punished them for copying poems.

But Wen Zijin wasn't afraid of being punished by the old master, it was just that he was always on time, so this time it was too late, and even the meaty steamed buns were not as delicious as usual.

Wen Zijin came back to his senses and silently took a bite of the meat bun, so he could only comfort himself not to oversleep next time.

The fog in winter is extremely heavy, and Jingzhou City is very quiet, and the blue brick floors of the Qingdai roof tiles and alleyways are a little damp.

The woman standing on the tall building gently pushed the walking sedan chair between her fingers, her bright Ru Mo eyes were full of helplessness, but the corners of her lips were slightly raised in a smile.

The sedan chair, which was moving slowly, suddenly accelerated, and the accompanying servants couldn't catch up with the bearers and were pulled behind.

"Young master, we have arrived at the school." The two bearers put down the sedan chair carefully, only feeling that today's passage is a bit unusual.

Wen Zijin, who had only eaten half of the meat buns, wondered, could this quarter of an hour be so fast?

Walking out of the sedan chair with a bookcase in one hand, only two or three schoolchildren in front of the gate were walking inside, and the bell rang leisurely inside.

Wen Zijin didn't have time to sigh, so he hurriedly hugged the bookcase and trotted into it.

When he got to his seat, most of the people around hadn't arrived yet, so Wen Zijin hurriedly stuffed the remaining meat buns into his mouth.

When the second bell rang, the old master walked in from the outside, and the schoolchildren rushed over one after another.

Wen Zijin with puffy cheeks slowly bit the meat bun, while the little boy who was sitting with him hurriedly sat aside holding the bookcase, heaved a sigh of relief, looked sideways at Wen Zijin and asked, "Zijin, today's servant of your family Woolen cloth?"

Wen Zijin belatedly discovered that the pens, ink, papers and inkstones that the servants usually put away were still placed in the bookcase, and the servants seemed to have never seen them since they got off the sedan chair.

"I don't know either." Wen Zijin took out a pen and paper from the bookcase, and there was still an unfinished meat bun in his mouth, chewing very slowly, as if he was not afraid of being alone at all.

The sons of the rich family were followed by a large number of servants, and the servants couldn't bear the slightest bumps and bumps. Therefore, when the servants of the Wen family ran all the way to the school and saw their young master, they felt relieved.

The time to go to school in the school is not long, and they each go home with their books on their backs in the afternoon.

The little boy who sat with him was punished to copy poems three times because he fell asleep in class, and now he read with displeasure written all over his face: "I'm sure my mother will pull my ears again when I go back today."

Wen Zijin packed up the utensils, looked sideways at the young master and asked, "Why does your mother pull your ears?"

The little boy approached with his schoolbag and said, "Whoever told the servants to be sent by my mother, the old master will definitely know about the punishment for copying."

"Isn't it enough to just copy it?" Wen Zijin stood up and held the bookcase in his hands, still not understanding why he was pulling his ears?

It seems that mother also likes to pinch Wen Zijin's ears, but the force is very light and very comfortable.

"When Zijin is punished by the old master for copying, your mother will definitely be angry and pull your ears."

Wen Zijin was taken aback for a moment, wondering if pulling ears is so terrible?

Wen Zijin went to school early the next day and took a peek at the little boy's red ears. Well, it must hurt to pull the ears.

But my mother was just fierce at most, she probably wouldn't do anything, Wen Zijin touched her little earlobe with some fear.

But he forgot that his hands are very cold in winter, and he was caught in the cold unexpectedly, Wen Zijin hurriedly withdrew his hands.

When it snows in Jingzhou City, there is no need to go to the school every day.

Wen Zijin, who was rarely free, suddenly realized that she hadn't seen Sister Ye for a long time.

In the early morning, after Wen Zijin finished his meal, he left the inner room and walked to the side garden.

Although this partial garden is not big, the interior arrangement is also very good, and it is very close to Wen Zijin's garden, but after a while Wen Zijin stopped in front of the unclosed door.

"Sister Ye?" Wen Zijin reached out and knocked the copper door knocker, and it rang a few times in a muffled voice, but there was no response from inside.

It was very cold outside, and the wind was blowing into Wen Zijin's collar. No matter how thick the winter robe was, it couldn't block the cold wind. Wen Zijin's face turned red from the cold.

After a while, I looked into the room and called out, "Sister Ye, are you there?"

The charcoal fire in the room was so warm that Wen Zijin could feel the temperature inside by tilting his head.

How about going in and waiting for Sister Ye?

Wen Zijin stepped over the threshold, lifted the heavy curtain to keep out the wind, and walked inside. When the hanging bead curtain was opened, the field of vision widened a lot.

The windows on all sides are very bright, the charcoal basin is placed next to the low couch, and there is a person lying quietly on the couch.

The corners of the black clothes fell to one side of the ground, and the loose clothes were a little messy, presumably the person on the couch was fast asleep.

But now everyone in the Wen Mansion has already woken up, why is Sister Ye still asleep?

"Sister Ye?" Wen Zijin approached and called out softly, but the person lying quietly still didn't respond.

This feeling is very strange, no one will sleep so soundly.

Wen Zijin pursed her lips in a panic, worry appeared in her dark eyes, and she cautiously reached out her hand to test if there was any breath in front of her nose.

Without any breath, Wen Zijin's eyes suddenly turned red. Mother said that if a person is dead, there will be no breath in the nose.

Wen Zijin, who just came in from the house, still has white mist from breathing.

"Sister Ye, wake up..." Wen Zijin blinked, and the tears were saved.

The face touched by the palm was very cold, even like the freezing cold of the pool water in winter.

The book says that when a person dies, his whole body becomes cold and stiff.

Wen Zijin couldn't help crying, and whispered in his ear: "Sister Ye..."

The entire room was eerily quiet, and Wen Zijin's crying was particularly obvious.

The hands that were hanging down in front of him slowly loosened, Ye Ran blinked his eyes lightly, and could even clearly feel the scorching tears running down his ears, choking low as if he had been wronged by the sky.

Hey……

Ye Ran raised his hand and patted the back of the child's neck to comfort him in a low voice: "Why are you crying, little master?"

Wen Zijin was stunned for a moment, and knelt down in front of the low couch, her wet eyes were filled with grievance, and the corners of her eyes were red and wet tears slipped quietly, she didn't look like a little boy at all. , is clearly a lovable little girl.

Unable to wait for a response, Ye Ran stretched out his hand to prop himself up, raised his hand to wipe the tears that slid down his chin and said softly: "Aren't you cold when you cry like this?"

"It's cold." Wen Zijin raised his sleeves and wiped his face indiscriminately, his dark eyes fixed on the woman in front of him, "Zijin was frightened just now."

Ye Ran's hand didn't leave that warm little face, and gently rubbed the red corners of her eyes with slightly cool fingertips: "Yes, I saw it."

It was a very serious word, but the child in front of him became inexplicably shy, and asked with reddened cheeks, "Sister Ye, were you sleeping just now?"

"No, it's just resting." Ye Ran used to rest in winter, but this child seemed to be in good spirits.

Although Wen Zijin's expression has eased a lot, but his eyes are still very tense, he raised his hand to grab the warm hand on the side of his face, tightly covered it in the palm of his hand and said to himself: "Maybe it's too cold, that's why I just explored it." Sister Ye didn't even feel her breath."

The breath, in fact, is still there, but it is very weak.

This small hand is really not spacious, Ye Ran needed both hands to cover one hand, but it was so warm that Ye Ran couldn't even say a word of excuse.

Ye Ran noticed that the person in front of him was still kneeling in front of the couch, so he said aloud, "Isn't the ground cold?"

"Ah, Zijin is cold." Wen Zijin hurriedly got up and sat aside, but his hands still did not let go of Ye Ran's hand, and the old smile appeared in his eyes. He looked at the furnishings around and asked, "Sister Ye is here But is there anything else missing?"

Mother Wen's arrangements were extremely thorough, with everything from food and daily necessities available, Ye Ran couldn't find a way to leave Wen's residence.

"Madam is very thoughtful, it's very nice here."

"Well, I also think that sister Ye's place is warmer than mine." Wen Zijin turned his eyes back to Ye Ran's side, approached Ye Ran with a sweet smile, and asked, "Mother will take Zijin to Jingjing tomorrow." Going to the biggest temple in Zhoucheng, does sister Ye want to go with Zijin?"

It is better not to go to the temple.

Ye Ran shook her head and replied, "I want to have a good rest."

Wen Zijin didn't show any disappointment, and said very understandingly: "It's okay, Sister Ye doesn't seem very energetic, why don't you ask mother to invite the doctor to take a look?"

"It's just fatigue, it's not a serious illness, don't bother Madam."

Perhaps because of the white snow outside the window, the inner room was very bright. Wen Zijin always felt that Sister Ye looked a little pale, and her little brows could not help but wrinkle.

Obviously still a child, but this stubborn appearance really made Ye Ran feel helpless.

"Young master, don't worry, am I fine?" Ye Ran gently rubbed her brows away with her fingertips, then withdrew her hand, and put her tightly clenched hands aside, "I promise, I definitely didn't lie to you."

It's not because of the body, at most it's just a habit.

Wen Zijin nodded and replied, "Okay, Zijin won't tell mother about this."

The small face was still very serious, as if thinking about something life-threatening, Ye Ran looked at the hand that was still covered, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

It wasn't until noon that the waiter came to look for it, and Ye Ran's hand was freed. Wen Zijin got up and straightened his robe and said, "I heard that the plum blossoms in the temple are very beautiful. I'll pick some and give them to Sister Ye tomorrow, okay?"

"it is good."

After the little figure left the inner room, Ye Ran just leaned against the railing and sighed weakly: "Sure enough, it's better to refuse straight away, this time it's really..."

Before he finished speaking, a sigh came from the room for a long time.

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Zijin followed Mother Wen to the temple in a carriage, and many people along the way went to the temple.

The mountain road was a bit detoured, the carriage shook violently, lost the previous energy, and slept a little late at night because of anticipation, and felt a little sleepy now.

Mother Wen stretched her arms around the swaying child, and said with a smile on her lips, "Zi Jin, go to bed first, and I'll wake you up when I get back."

"Ah."

This sleeping Wen Zijin inexplicably dreamed of a mountain full of clouds and mist, with dense trees, but few people around.

Without anyone or any house, Wen Zijin kept walking through the fog, trying to call out, but there was still no response.

The surroundings suddenly darkened, and the darkness in front of him made Wen Zijin a little nervous, and the hissing noises all around were frighteningly tight.

Suddenly his neck was entangled by something icy cold, and it was very difficult to breathe, Wen Zijin was unable to call for help.

A pair of red eyes lit up in the darkness, but these eyes were not like ordinary human eyes, the distance between the two eyes was too far apart.

The whole person seemed to be suspended in the air, Wen Zijin couldn't break free, the red light got closer and closer, until a bloody mouth approached, and the two sharp fangs pierced Wen Zijin's neck.

Wen Zijin, who woke up suddenly, realized that he was still nestled in his mother's arms, and his whole body was not missing hands or feet, and there was no wound on his neck.

Mother Wen held the book in her hand, and rested one hand in front of Wen Zijin's forehead, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead with a slight frown and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Zijin breathed calmly, shook his head in response, "I didn't sleep well."

"The road is not easy, it's really bumpy." Mother Wen wiped the sweat off Wen Zijin's face with a handkerchief, "I'm sure you'll catch a cold when the wind blows later."

"It's not in the way." Wen Zijin grabbed the handkerchief and wiped it carelessly, then put his hand around his mother's arm, and started talking about something else.

The temple in the mountain is indeed magnificent, and there are many people visiting. Wen Zijin looked around, but his hands were tightly holding on to Wen's mother.

Worshiping Buddha and burning incense in the main hall, Mother Wen was going to the side hall to unwrap the lottery, so Wen Zijin had time to pick some bright red plums.

Although it is very cold, the red plums and white snow really make people unable to take their eyes off.

When Mother Wen came out of the side hall, her face was full of smiles, as if she had encountered something happy.

Wen Zijin ran to Mother Wen with plum blossoms in his hands and asked, "Mother is you happy?"

"Yeah." Mother Wen stretched out her hand and flicked off the snow from Wen Zijin's robe, "Where did Zijin go for fun?"

"Zijin is not playful, just picked some red plums to give to Sister Ye."

Mother Wen reached out to touch Wen Zijin's cold hand, then squeezed it tightly and said, "Zijin, is this candied haws changed to red plums?"

"I still need candied haws." School time is short, and the old master arranges a lot of homework every day, so Wen Zijin doesn't have time to wander around the downtown area, so he can't help but miss the sweet and sour taste.

It's a pity that when I returned home, there were few pedestrians on the street, the road was covered with snow, and there was a lot of snow on both sides of the street, so I didn't meet the old man who bought candied haws.

The carriage went round and round in Jingzhou City, and finally had no choice but to return home.

After returning home, Wen's mother asked Wen Zijin to change into a robe first to avoid catching cold, so Wen Zijin could only put his beloved Hongmei aside for the time being.

"Mother, this belt is too difficult to tie." Wen Zijin held the belt in embarrassment, which had to be tied up to the buckle.

Wen's mother reached out to take the belt and saw that Wen Zijin looked at the bunch of red plums frequently, and said with raised lips, "Zijin is going to see Miss Ye later?"

Wen Zijin nodded in response: "Yes, otherwise Hongmei will be thankful."

"Okay." Mother Wen straightened her robe, and then let go of her hand.

"Thank you, mother." After finishing speaking, Wen Zijin trotted out of the inner room with the red plum in his arms.

Mother Wen, who hadn't recovered yet, couldn't help laughing and said, "This child is much more lively than before."

The lively Wen Zijin naturally couldn't hear his mother's words. After stepping into the courtyard, Wen Zijin knocked on the door knocker and called out, "Sister Ye, Zijin is here."

"Come in." The voice was very soft, with a normal mood.

Having been here once before, Wen Zijin was naturally familiar with the way, so he stretched out his hand to open the bead curtain and entered the inner room, the oncoming warmth dispelled much of the chill.

The woman sitting on the couch was holding a bamboo scroll in her hands, her expression was a little lazy, her eyes were a little distant, and even the scattered corners of her clothes also carried some invisible emotions.

Wen Zijin was slightly stunned, feeling that Sister Ye seemed more tired today than yesterday, so she held the red plums in her hand closer and said: "The red plums in the temple are very beautiful, Zijin only picked some. But it can be kept for a few days in a white porcelain bottle."

The cold plum was fragrant and cold, and the branch was still slightly water-stained. Presumably, the snow on it had not melted for a long time, and it was slightly chilly.

The little hand holding the red plum was already red from the cold, but the little face didn't care at all.

Ye Ran reached out to take the bunch of red plums and praised: "The red plums are blooming really well."

Wen Zijin smiled with the corners of his mouth upturned, then got up and went to get the white porcelain bottle.

"Zijin wanted to buy candied haws today, but unfortunately I couldn't get them." Wen Zijin sat aside with a white porcelain bottle in his hand. Although he felt a little pity, he wasn't too disappointed.

The red plum needs a little tidying up. Ye Ran looked at the person who was holding a red plum and was thinking about how to place it. He lowered his head slightly and smelled the red plum. The corners of his lips raised slightly and he said, "You like candied haws very much?"

Wen Zijin sat cross-legged on the side, looked up at Ye Ranying: "I like it, so Zijin wants Sister Ye to try it too."

Adults can't eat Niangqin, so Wen Zijin tried his best to let Sister Ye try it.

Ye Ran suppressed the smile on his lips, his figure was not as lazy as before, and he sat on one side quite seriously and said, "Young master has a heart."

"When Sister Ye has rested, Zijin will take Sister Ye to see the red plums together." Wen Zijin was happy to be praised, and turned to look at the red plums in the white porcelain vase and said to himself, "Pick it off like this. Although the red plums are pretty, there is still something missing."

The chattering words were very soft, and the burning charcoal pot beside him made people drowsy. Ye Ran leaned sideways, with a slender figure, soft but not lacking in resilience, and his eyes slowly drooped down on his fair face. A burst of shadows spread out extremely quickly when the breath gradually weakened.

Fortunately, the person who carefully placed the red plums didn't pay attention to this, and the sleepiness that had been suppressed before gradually came up again, so Ye Ran had no choice but to brace himself, it was really difficult in this long winter.

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