The Yin-Yang Tunes of Transmigrating Books

Under Song Yuhuan's painstaking management, the property of the Song Mansion has finally returned to its former glory. It should have been a joyful event worth celebrating, but the person involved was not happy at all.

Another year in March, a new pear tree was planted in the yard, and the pure white petals fell down one after another in the breeze. Next to the pear tree, an unnamed grave was built.

Song Yuhuan often comes here to accompany the nameless lonely tomb, and this company usually lasts a whole day.

At sunset, under the reminder of the housekeeper Song Bo, Song Yuhuan remembered that she hadn't eaten all day.

"Uncle Song, how is she?" Song Yuhuan remembered someone.

"Hey, don't mention it. Miss An didn't see you coming back, so she refused to eat. She has been hungry all day."

"...Really." Song Yuhuan murmured in a low voice, and her thoughts drifted back to a certain day a few months ago.

That day, the pale woman on the bed slept with her eyes closed, not disturbed by the outside world at all.

Song Yuhuan came to visit the woman who fell into a deep sleep and couldn't wake up as usual. Her fingers outlined the familiar yet unfamiliar face, and her heart suddenly ached.

The hand resting on the woman's face suddenly moved, Song Yuhuan lowered her head in surprise, the woman's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and opened her closed eyes with a whimper.

These are a pair of pure eyes that are not stained with dust, clearly reflecting her alone.

Song Yuhuan heard that person's familiar voice, hoarse after waking up, and asked her in a daze, "Who are you?"

"I'm Song Yuhuan." She patiently introduced herself to her.

"Then... who am I?"

Seeing those pure eyes, Song Yuhuan hesitated for the first time. After a long time, she heard her own deep voice, and said coaxingly, "Your name is An Mi, and you are my lover."

In this way, she is neither An Xiaosui nor Yin Mi, but only belongs to her - An Mi.

"Miss? Do you want to have dinner with Ms. An?" Uncle Song was quite surprised when he first saw Song Yuhuan bring back "Yin Mi" and Yin Mi's body.

What did the lady say at that time?Oh, the young lady said that from now on there will only be one girl named An Mi in this house, and she told them to be vigilant all the time, so as not to call her by the wrong name.

"Well, call her to the hall to eat with me." Song Yuhuan took another deep look at the lonely grave under the pear tree, sighed, and left.

Only the shadow of the lonely grave, the old man pulled by the sun.

Summer:

In the early morning after the thunderstorm night, the air is full of fresh breath.The big trees planted in the courtyard are as tall as pavilions, and the thick trunks are covered with green leaves dripping with oil.

At dawn, a thin man in a scarlet court dress and a jade crown returned from outside the mansion.

"Master, you are back." The old butler respectfully took the black cloak in his hand.

"Miss, are you up?" The man nodded, with a hint of tiredness on his handsome face.

"Returning to the master, the young lady has already woken up and is currently in the pavilion."

"Well, I'll see her again later, you tell the kitchen to prepare some cakes and tea for the miss."

The man went back to the room and changed his court clothes, picked out a simple outer robe, and kneaded his face in front of the mirror a few times. There was no sign of fatigue at the meeting, and he left calmly.

The grass was very slippery. The man walked along the stone steps to the pavilion in the backyard, and he could hear the elegant and soothing sound of the piano from a distance.

Looking at the little figure playing the piano in the pavilion, the man couldn't help but smiled gratifiedly. In order not to disturb the quiet atmosphere, he deliberately lightened his steps and stood a few meters away from the pavilion to listen quietly.

After the song was over, the man couldn't help clapping his hands and praised, "Ruoer plays really well."

Yue Ruoting stood up from the piano platform in surprise when he heard the sound, and his eyes instantly locked on the handsome man who spoke.

"Little Daddy, you're back." Yue Ruoting said as he lifted his skirt and jogged to stand in front of the man.

Yue Li looked at the lively and lovely Yue Ruoting, rubbed her little head fondly, and said, "It just rained at night, the road is slippery, don't run so fast, what if you accidentally fall .”

"Little Daddy, I know I'm wrong, don't be angry." Yue Ruoting opened his big watery eyes, looked at Yue Li pitifully, and murmured.

"You, you are so naughty, I don't know which man will dare to marry you in the future." Yue Li chuckled helplessly, and tapped his finger on Yue Ruoting's smooth forehead.

"I don't want to get married, I want to stay with my little daddy all the time." The little girl pouted, her little hands tightly gripping Yue Li's robe.

"Silly girl, there is no reason not to marry when you grow up. And when you grow up, your little daddy will become an old daddy. I can't bear to let you, a beautiful little girl, accompany me, a bad old man. " Yue Li coaxed her, took her little palm and entered the pavilion together.

"Then...then I will marry my little daddy when I grow up!" the little girl raised her head, stared into Yue Li's eyes, and said seriously.

"Silly boy, I'm your little daddy." Yue Li smiled, picked up Yue Ruoting's small body and sat on his lap, scratching her tall nose with his fingers.

"We are not related by blood, why not?" The little girl stubbornly grabbed Yue Li's front.

"Why? Because..." Yue Li was speechless for a moment when he met Yue Ruoting's bright eyes.

"Little Daddy also has times when he is at a loss for words."

At that time, Yue Li didn't know that Yue Ruoting, the little girl orphaned during the war that she picked up with kindness, would marry her without hesitation for her in the future regardless of the world's etiquette and gender.