beautiful woman at home

As soon as New Year's Eve is over, it is a new year. The Lantern Festival is approaching, and the snow accumulated on the eaves has not yet melted, and the weather is a bit colder than when it just snowed.

At the beginning of the year, various banquets continued, and Wen Zijin accompanied Wen's father without stopping.

"Zijin, do you want to go to the capital to take the exam with your father?" One morning Wen Zijin accompanied Wen's father to dinner, and suddenly heard such a question.

My mother once mentioned a few words to Wen Zijin, and my father wanted to take Wen Zijin to the capital to participate in the examination.

Although it was not Wen Zijin's turn to discuss the rankings, but the aristocratic family had some influence, and naturally there was a way for some of the candidates to miss the exam for some reason.

But Wen Zijin naturally couldn't accept such behavior.

Ordinary children from poor families had to study hard for many years to have such an opportunity. Even a poor family would raise money to go to the capital to take the exam.

It's just that the mother taught Zijin not to directly reject Wen's father's proposal, but to use other words instead.

Holding tea in his hand, Wen Zijin sat on one side and responded solemnly: "Zijin is still young, and his knowledge still needs to be improved, so he wants to study for three years with great concentration. Your Excellency, go to the capital."

"Jie Yuan is not a small target." Father Wen was quite relieved, his expression softened, "Forget it, you are still young, it is indeed safer to stay for a few years."

Fortunately, this kind of argument can be regarded as coping with it, and Wen's father never mentioned it until he returned to the capital.

In the early spring, it was very cold, and the cold wind made people chatter their teeth.

The college had already started classes, and after class was over in the afternoon, Wen Zijin walked out of the college along the corridor carrying the bookcase.

Unexpectedly, before leaving the gate of the academy, a childish voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Wen Zijin, why didn't you play with everyone at my house yesterday?"

Wen Zijin turned his head and saw a girl in a pink dress looking at him angrily, her bright eyes were a little confused, and she was stunned in a daze.

The little friend beside him, Qin Yu, nudged Wen Zijin, and jokingly said, "Yo, Wen Zijin has offended the little girl again."

Hey?

Qin Yu held the bookcase in Wen Zijin's hand, winked and whispered, "Brother, I'll be waiting for you."

After speaking, the bookcase was taken away by Qin Yu.

There was no one in the entire corridor, it was very quiet, the only uneasy wind was blowing too cold.

Wen Zijin never saw the little girl speak, so she asked, "Who are you?"

"I went to your mansion to have a banquet a few days ago, don't you remember?" The little girl frowned, obviously very unhappy.

Some time ago, Wen's family had a lot of banquets, and people came to visit every day. Wen Zijin couldn't remember so many people.

"Sorry, I really don't remember." Wen Zijin clenched his hands, regretting not taking the small heater out of the bookcase.

Perhaps the little girl felt better after hearing Wen Zijin's apology, so she took the initiative to approach her and said, "Then are you going to play at my house today?"

Wen Zijin looked down at the little girl who was half a head shorter than himself, and asked seriously: "Sorry, I have to go back home to do my homework, so I can't go to your house to play."

"What about tomorrow?" The little girl opened her eyes, not worried about being rejected at all.

"Of course there will be homework for tomorrow."

The little girl grabbed Wen Zijin's sleeve robe and said, "Then play with me now."

It looked as if Wen Zijin broke free, the little girl would immediately burst into tears, Wen Zijin asked helplessly, "Why do you want me to go to your house to play?"

The little girl looked up at Wen Zijin and responded, "Because the young ladies said you are good-looking, as long as I take you to my house to play, I will have a lot of candies to eat."

Wen Zijin took some candies from the sleeve robe and said, "You let me go, these candies are all yours."

"Thank you brother!"

This address always makes Wen Zijin a little awkward.

But the little girl was already holding the candy and left without looking back.

By the time they returned to Wen's mansion after all this tossing, it was already dark.

Fortunately, the old master didn't have much homework, so Wen Zijin and his mother had dinner together in the evening, and by the way, he mentioned the little girl.

Mother Wen smiled and said, "That little girl is so cute."

Is it cute?

Wen Zijin thought of the candy he had saved for several days, and couldn't help but feel very distressed. Holding the soup bowl in his hand, he sipped the broth, and his damp and cold body gradually warmed up.

When it was completely dark outside, Wen Zijin returned to the garden with a lamp.

Originally, he wanted to come back earlier, so that he could go to the side courtyard to stay longer, but now he can only go back to his room to rest.

After all, Sister Ye is always very sleepy during this time, so it's better not to disturb her.

Wen Zijin went to the side courtyard more often when it got warmer day by day in spring.

The college was on holiday for two days, and Wen Zijin was in the courtyard of the side courtyard early in the morning.

The warm sunlight dispelled the morning mist, and Wen Zijin sat on the swing and played by himself.

When the closed door on that side opened, the black skirt appeared first, and the peace knot worn around the waist hung down to the side.

Ye Ran held the book in his hand, his face was still a little tired, but warmed by the sun, his eyebrows stretched out with a slight frown.

"Young master, it's really early today." Ye Ran walked up to the stone table and sat down.

Wen Zijin got off the dangling swing, then sat aside and said, "I go to college like this on weekdays, so I'm used to it."

Because of the difference between men and women, Wen Zijin never entered the inner room, most of them waited in this courtyard.

After pouring two cups of tea from the stone table, Wen Zijin handed one cup to Sister Ye's hand, and held the other cup in his palm.

The early morning in spring is very quiet, and there is no other sound in this side courtyard, only the soft chirping of the birds on the branch, which is very clear.

The warm sun dispelled the chill in spring, and Wen Zijin sipped a sip of tea and said, "The weather has been fine these past two days, and sister Ye seems to be in better spirits."

Ye Ran looked at the book carefully and replied softly: "Well, the weather has been much warmer recently."

Wen Zijin frowned and smiled, "Sister Ye always gets so sleepy every autumn and winter."

"Young master, are you making fun of me?" Ye Ran slightly raised her eyebrows and looked at the courageous girl beside her.

There was a tiny light in these eyes, although they were not as gentle as ordinary women, and even seemed a little alienated, but Wen Zijin knew that Sister Ye still had a very good heart.

Ye Ran raised the hand holding the scroll and tapped Wen Zijin on the forehead, and said in a low voice, "I have no respect for my elders, I should hit you."

Wen Zijin shrunk his head, but unfortunately he couldn't dodge, so he stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and replied: "How dare Zijin laugh at Sister Ye?"

"It's human nature to be sleepy in spring and tired in autumn. You are naturally very energetic at a young age, but now I can..." Ye Ran almost said something that shouldn't be said as he spoke.

"Sister Ye looks very young." Wen Zijin blinked and continued.

Ye Ran's brows and eyes were slightly stained with a smile, but when he met the girl's bright eyes, he restrained a lot, lowered his head slightly, flipped through the book pretending to be serious, and whispered: "Poor mouth."

Wen Zijin bent his eyebrows and moved closer, "Zijin is not talkative, Sister Ye is the most beautiful person Zijin has ever met."

There were few people who never went out to meet people when they were young, but Wen Zijin had really met a lot of people in the past few years. There were always hundreds of banquets, large and small, in Jingzhou City.

But I have never seen a woman who is more beautiful than Sister Ye.

With a slight coolness on his forehead, Ye Ran raised his hand to touch Wen Zijin's face that was getting closer and closer, and said, "Let's save this for the young master's future wife."

Wen Zijin retracted his head leisurely, and when he reached out to touch his forehead, he could still feel the coolness of the touch.

"But Zijin doesn't want to find the little lady."

Ye Ran looked puzzled at the girl who looked a bit embarrassed and asked, "Why?"

"Because Zijin is..." Wen Zijin stopped talking.

About the girl, my mother said that no one should know.

But later, Wen Zijin asked her mother again and again, and her mother said that Sister Ye should know her identity, but if she didn't reveal it, maybe it was to reassure herself.

After all, everyone has their own difficulties in matters in the Shen family's courtyard.

So now Wen Zijin really can't see what kind of situation Sister Ye is in.

Wen Zijin sighed old-fashionedly, drank the tea in the tea cup and said in a muffled voice, "In short, Zijin can live well by himself in the future."

If he deceived other girls in order to conceal himself, Wen Zijin would never be able to do it anyway.

Marriage is an extremely important thing for every girl, and a little carelessness will delay her whole life.

Mother, that is the case.

Ye Ran couldn't see through the sudden depression of the girl beside her, so she reached out to pick up the cold tea beside her and lowered her head to take a sip.

The bright tea was a bit bitter, Ye Ran frowned inadvertently, put down the tea and sighed: "Stupid, young master, can you think of Mrs. Wen like this?"

Wen Zijin stared blankly, then shook his head and replied, "Of course Zijin will do her best to take care of mother."

Ye Ran flipped through the books and said: "There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. Why should you be discouraged now, young master? Maybe you will meet your sweetheart in a few years."

sweetheart?

I have read a few in the scriptures, and there are similar dramas in Jingzhou City's annual banquet, but more or less they all have bad endings.

Naturally, the masters of the college would not teach this, and my mother never mentioned it. Sister Ye seemed to understand it very well.

"Does sister Ye have a sweetheart?" Wen Zijin asked very frankly.

It seems that this topic is not a private issue at all, but more like a poem and book that I don't understand.

Ye Ran paused for a moment while flipping through the books, and the gaze from one side to this side was too straightforward.

"Of course not." Ye Ran hesitantly picked up a side of tea, as if forgetting the previous bitterness, he took a sip indifferently.

After the words fell, the girl beside her seemed to lose her curiosity, and her inquiring eyes also disappeared.

Wen Zijin looked at the poetry books in front of him, reached out and took one casually, flipped through it casually and read in distress: "It seems that these books don't teach this either."

Ye Ran tilted his head and saw the girl's earnest expression of probing knowledge, and couldn't help laughing, this bookworm, how can there be such a stupid person in the world.

Sweetheart, she will always understand in the future.

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感谢在2020-04-1620:50:51~2020-04-1720:50:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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