Drunk old voice

The Year of the Golden Hairpin

There was not much fruit to eat in spring, so Da Zhuang from Mu Fengtuo's kitchen found a few pears and a basket of loquats, enough to stop Xiao Li's mouth.I have known Xiaoli since I was a child, and it is a rare friend who can talk about my thoughts.

Sure enough, after Mufeng practiced the dance music a few times in the afternoon, Xiaoli came, holding a pear with her, without peeling and cutting into pieces, and gnawed whole.

Xiao Li stared at Mu Feng, who was eating hard, and was so unhappy, "I've always wondered that Sister Mu Feng also gnaws pears like this. I was born here, but you are not, and you don't have any manners."

"I just think it's more enjoyable and enjoyable this way. It's rare to be happy in life. What kind of manners are there for such a trivial matter, let alone in front of you."

"It's really more delicious." Xiao Li took the last bite, feeling the juice flowing freely in her mouth, so sweet that it seemed to flow to her heart.Putting down the fruit core with unfulfilled desires, remembering Mu Feng's entrustment, she said, "You asked me to speak, Aunt Hong just said I knew."

Mu Feng understood, why did Aunt Hong understand, "Well, thank you, Xiaoli, if I have another pear, I'd still like to eat loquat."

"Of course Xiaoli eats pears." Xiaoli smiled and took another one.

Xiaoli's smile was bright and bright, as if she had no worries, Mu Feng couldn't help asking: "You are not young, what did Aunt Hong plan for you?" In fact, everyone in the museum knew that Xiaoli belonged to Aunt Hong. Daughter, she was born here, whether she can be redeemed or not is a matter of choice, but what the person above said has always been on Aunt Hong's mind, and anyone who is not confused can see it.

"Wait for two years, she, she has been thinking of a way." Speaking of this, the always cheerful little girl was a little silent, and the pear in her mouth was not so sweet anymore.

"Time flies, who can stay forever." Mu Feng is also melancholy, life here seems to be a never-ending repetition, the outside world has infinite possibilities and imaginations, and Mu Feng is fatally attracted, but it is impossible. Unthinkable.

"I know you are thinking about me, but so what if you go out, you are still unaccompanied. Here, at least, there is her to rely on." After Xiaoli finished talking about herself, she remembered that Mu Feng didn't even have a choice, "You must think I don’t care about blessings. But I don’t have so many longings, I have never been to other places, I don’t know how other people live, and life outside may not be satisfactory.” The unknown always makes people timid, it’s better to see .Even if it is difficult, it is predictable and not so disturbing.

The meaning revealed in Xiaoli's words is so clear, without the capital to settle down, there is no smooth path anywhere, "How could it be, Xiaoli understands, I am naive."

Mu Feng's tone was sad and disappointing, and Xiaoli had to persuade her when she came out, "Sister Mu Feng, don't say that. You have to think about yourself. No matter how high or powerful the emperor is, they are not as effective as the curator. You and But the curator, there is some affection, so why not get close. The curator is in charge of many things inside and out, and she will benefit a lot if she takes care of it a little bit."

Regarding Prince Jing's past and thoughts, no one can tell, and the matter mentioned by the curator today may not be simple, Mu Feng can only say, "It's just an unsuccessful imperial relative, I just want him to be handsome That's all. I know what you mean, if you don't have much love, you have to use it wisely."

"It's good that you know. I didn't see the real person that day. How handsome is it that makes you fall in love?" Sister Mu Feng is also a young girl, and Xiaoli guessed that she was a little bit strange.

"People in the army are naturally brave." Mu Feng blinked suggestively, and teased jokingly.

Xiaoli blushed, and threw a loquat over, "Sister Mufeng has gone bad."

"When will I be a good person?" Mu Feng caught it and took a bite.

Xiaoli picked another loquat, and instead of eating it, she just held it in her hand and played with it, "It's not good, in my opinion, it's the best."

"Just a few pears bought you." Mu Feng knew in his heart that Xiaoli was telling the truth, and also knew that she was actually somewhat sincere to him, and this truth can only be repaid by sincerity.

"There are also loquats. I have to go after being lazy for a long time. Sister Mufeng is also preparing well. Maybe that handsome boy will come tonight." After teasing, Xiaoli took another pear and a handful of loquats gone.Others always think that she is stupid, but sincerity and falsehood are always different, and they can always be distinguished after a long time. Sister Mufeng is pointing to Aunt Hong to take care of her, but she is also sincere to her, that's enough.

Even Xiao Li knows the importance of being a curator here, but Mu Feng doesn't know.

In Mu Feng's eyes, the curator is a contradictory person. It is difficult for others to understand her behavior. It is not difficult to get close to her, but it is not easy to get close to her.In terms of preferences, there is only one thing that is particularly unique. Everyone knows that the curator prefers eleven or twelve-year-old girls, and he always has one by his side. He will replace it when he gets older. Mu Feng has been with him for two years, but he is still unpredictable. Clear her temper.The curator treats the little girls around him not badly, but Mu Feng is somewhat afraid of the curator, even now.Unlike Aunt Ping, Aunt Ping will always explain the reasons for punishing people. Regardless of whether she is convinced or not, she always knows to avoid it next time, but the curator is annoyed for some reason. No explanation.

The most memorable time in my memory was a winter day, not long after Mu Feng arrived at the curator's side, the entire courtyard was covered with snow, and only a small path was cleared for people to walk on.The curator was exposed to the cold when he went out during the day, and Mu Feng rubbed the curator's legs on the edge.The curator's legs are the root cause of the disease in the early years. When the weather turns cold and cold, they are always a little numb and inflexible. They need to be massaged to clear the blood vessels. Luan'er is at the side reporting on today's affairs one by one.As usual, if there is no special explanation, Luan'er will not avoid Mu Feng, this is a benefit that cannot be found elsewhere.Although leg rubbing is hard work, it doesn't need to be done every day, and it's nothing compared to the benefits, not to mention that sometimes the curator doesn't care if he's lazy.

Luan'er reported unhurriedly, and finally came to the end, "There is one more thing. Uncle Wen Yuan, who recently returned to Beijing, sent a message and made an appointment to visit the next day. Aunt Ping doesn't care about foreign affairs. This uncle, Aunt Hong, Aunt Qing has never received it before, so come ask the curator for a show."

Mu Feng didn't listen to what Luan'er said, he just felt that his hands had no strength and his knees were also very uncomfortable.It's been a while since I heard the curator's voice, so Mu Feng wanted to find a way to change his posture during activities, and the curator usually doesn't care about these things.While moving his legs and feet secretly, Mu Feng said: "Everything in this museum has to be directed to the curator. Uncle Wen Yuan, only the curator knows and entertains." Before he finished speaking, Seeing Luan'er's panicked eyes and a slap across the face, Mu Feng was knocked to the ground by the curator. Since she came here, the curator has been strict but never strict. She has said something wrong, and she has gotten into trouble. .

The curator's tone was high, with sternness and contempt, "This is impatient with me. It's in vain for me to be lenient, but you don't know the heights of heaven and earth. Luaner, slap your mouth ten times and send him to kneel in the corridor." It was the time when my mood was fluctuating, and this little girl deserved it if she wanted to provoke her.When the curator heard the crackling sound, Fang felt better, and Fang felt less grief and indignation.

On the other side, Mu Feng was dizzy from being beaten, and Luan'er lifted her to kneel on the porch again, her tears rolled over and over, and she felt unspeakable grievances in her heart, but she had no time to be sad, the beating was not in vain, Mu Feng died Holding Luan'er's trousers, he begged: "Mu Feng made a big mistake today, I just ask sister Luan'er to understand."

Luan'er has always been soft-hearted. Seeing that her cheeks were red and swollen, and she was left here in the freezing weather for an unknown period of time, she was really pitiful, so she bent down and whispered in her ear, "The curator's mood If it’s not going well, you dare to intervene, because you’ll be careful in the future, but you, it’s time to wake up.” Then she turned and went back to the room, where the curator was raining, she had to wait carefully.

From Luan'er's words, Mu Feng heard that the main reason was not laziness, but random interruptions.These days, the curator treats her leniently, and Sister Luan'er also takes care of her everywhere, so she becomes presumptuous, and she really loses her eyes.But if the curator just wants a well-behaved little girl who doesn't talk much, why does she always care about her own food and clothing and daily life.Mu Feng was stuck in his thoughts, until the moon was in the middle of the sky, and he felt that winter was really cold. The cold air penetrated into the limbs and bones from all directions, and he had no feeling in his hands and feet. She, Sister Luan'er, will remind her to intercede.After thinking about it, I gradually couldn't think of anything.

After that day, Mu Feng became seriously ill, but the curator still kept asking the doctor and asking for medicine, as if nothing happened that day.But Mu Feng didn't dare to indulge in front of the curator any more, he always kept an eye on her expression, neither showing fear nor really being unscrupulous.Mu Feng also couldn't express his feelings for the curator. Although he was harsh at times, he cared and took care of him.

During the Lantern Festival that year, Wanjia lights were on, and the curator took her out to enjoy the lanterns. While eating candied haws, she held the curator's hand, looked at the lanterns of various colors, and listened to the curator's explanation of the puzzles. Story, at that moment she was happy, she forgot her identity, she forgot the Shengping Pavilion, like a child of ordinary people, pestering her elders to eat all the street snacks, and then went back with a bag of gadgets with joyful songs and laughter.The curator on that day was very gentle, looking at her with doting eyes, reminding her of her relatives and the past.

However, dreamy reflections are hard to last long, and when she goes back, the curator is still the same curator, so she can only carefully treasure all the memories, wrap them tightly, seal the box and lock it.