Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

Early winter turned cold, and the twelfth lunar month was covered with frost. The cities and towns in Kyoto were covered with hazy snow-white blankets, the gardens were covered with silver, and the ponds were frozen, like a huge mirror.

While talking and laughing, people spit out dense white mist. Some people have already added mink fur, scarves around their necks, and they rummaged out cotton fabrics from the cabinet at the bottom of the box at home, and put them on again for them. Shelter the severe cold.

In the scene where everyone wears thick clothes, the white-haired woman in a thin purple-backed patterned kimono is particularly conspicuous. Her sleeves are bulging, and her ears, neck, and fingers are all exposed. In the cold winter The wind poured into her skirt, tearing her skin, just looking at it would make people shudder.

However, the girl in question herself looked at ease, carrying a bamboo basket covered with a thin cloth, holding an umbrella to block the snow, and strolling along the forest path, with a little snow on her eyebrows, and blinking as she blinked. Shaking off.

Her attitude of being completely unafraid of the cold and ignoring the weather must have attracted the attention of many people.Some people showed a clear face and nodded to her, while some people were ignorant of the news, especially young children who didn't know the world, and couldn't help asking their parents innocently.

"Father, is that older sister a snow girl?"

The people around were amused by the childish words, including the child's mother. She leaned down slightly, and explained to her child lovingly and patiently: "No. That elder sister is the shikigami of the head of the family. A very honorable lord."

The shikigami is inhuman and out of the ordinary, so the change of seasons has nothing to do with her. The severe cold and hot summer can't disturb her peaceful heart. All year round, all they can catch is the corner of her kimono sleeve, and then secretly look at her with envious eyes. Follow her unhindered towards the Zong family.

For those low-level people who have separated families, A Yin, who often runs out for a walk, is the most common and familiar family member they see.

Hearing his mother's words, the child became even more suspicious. He tilted his head: "But isn't a shikigami a tool? Why give a tool... eh!"

"Speak carefully!" The mother's complexion changed drastically, and she hurriedly covered the child's mouth. Seeing A Yin walking away without looking back, she must have not heard their chat, so she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

When she looked at her child again, she tightened her face, put on a serious posture, and reprimanded: "You are still young and ignorant, but this does not mean that you can speak rudely and offend adults. God is still a human being, as long as she is in the clan, she is an unattainable noble person for us..."

As for the low-level people who are separated from their families, it is not an exaggeration to say that they can be determined by her one word.

The child's expression was ignorant, but he learned to keep his mouth shut.

At this moment, a faint sigh came from behind, and an elderly woman leaned on a cane, her back was hunched, she tremblingly swept away the snow on the grass, and walked to the side of the mother and child.

The old woman looked at the direction A Yin was leaving with her cloudy eyes. Her voice was hoarse, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"It's different, my lord, he's different from the rest of the Zong family..."

Never disregard life, and will not cling to class.

This statement aroused the suspicion of other young people.

"Grandma, why did you say that?"

The old woman's wrinkled face slowly stretched out, showing a vicissitudes of life but a gratified smile: "Because just two days ago, that child came to visit me with a basket of cotton wool."

"what?!"

The old woman smiled slightly, as if recalling the scene of that day.

On a frosty and snowy day, the old wooden door was shaken by the wind and creaked unbearably. In the narrow house, due to its remote location and many shelters, it was difficult for sunlight to penetrate. The clothes are sewn stitch by stitch carefully.

When she heard three knocks on the door, she got up and went to open the door, only to see a girl with white hair and a flower hairpin holding a bamboo basket, smiling shyly at the entrance.

"Old lady, what a bother." The young girl seemed not good at interacting with strangers, she dryly spat out a few words of greeting, and unconsciously rubbed her fingers over the cloth, "I'm here to visit you for my unsatisfactory child... Listen Say how much you have taken care of him these years, thank you very much."

Only then did the old woman realize that her only little neighbor who also lived in this remote place where no one visited was actually a family member of this noble family.

As for why there is even a relative of the clan in the Chanyuan, but she has a low status and is not welcomed, so she can only live with her, an old widow... The old woman has lived for so many years, and she already knows what to ask and what not to ask. Without finding out the reason, he smiled and invited A Yin into the house.

Facing Ayin's thank you gift, the old woman neither accepted nor rejected it, she just said with emotion that only she and the underage child were in this barren land, and she just cared about the monastery, so she couldn't afford it A Yin's thanks.

I saw A Yin's lip line raised, and the shikigami girl blinked her sharp and cunning pupils, as if she was saying that she had already seen through: "If it was an accidental photo, then why did I find it in Jin Yi's closet? So many cotton fabrics? Besides, the scarf on his neck recently must have been made by you, right?"

The old woman just smiled kindly and did not answer.

Her husband died young, she had no children, and the only house cat that accompanied her also died of old age three years ago. As she was on her way, she felt pity in her heart, and when she came back to her senses, she was already halfway through the sewing work.

Unknowingly, this habit continued. Although the boy never asked for her things and didn't appreciate it, she still happily stuffed the newly sewn clothes into the basket of his house.

Over time, when she glanced through the crack of the window by chance, she saw that awkward, wolf-cub-like boy finally willing to put on the clothes she gave him, and the corner of the scarf disappeared from sight in a hurry, the old woman couldn't help but smiled comfortably.

She didn't think about asking for repayment, for her, it was just a kind of sustenance for herself.

Seeing the young man who was abandoned by his relatives and covered in mud, but refused to speak softly to death, the old woman sometimes thought of her son who died young, and his personality was very similar to that of the Zen Academy.

It’s probably because I’ve been lonely for too long, and there’s been no one in the empty hut for a long time. The old woman and A Yin chatted late. Although the old man was recalling and talking about most of the time, A Yin was a good listener. She nodded from time to time and her eyes were serious. , and will pick up one or two witty words to make the old man happy.

Finally, when the old woman stopped talking, A Yin seemed to suggest to her unintentionally: "I looked at the scarf of that child, even though the fabric is rough, but the workmanship is exquisite, the stitching is tight, and there are patterns to add color. Yours The craftsmanship is truly amazing.”

"Thank you." The old woman looked at her gently, waiting for Ayin's next words.

This is her main point: "If you are free on weekdays...can I come to bother you and learn how to weave scarves from you?" Ayin blushed when she spoke, and she felt a little embarrassed for making this request.

So she hurriedly added: "Of course, I will definitely not learn your skills in vain. I can pay the tuition fee. If you want to buy something, I can also help you..."

"No need." The old woman said cheerfully, "If someone is willing to talk to this old woman like me, I'm too happy. Why would I want something from you?"

"If you want to learn, just learn, you, the clothes are indeed a little thin."

Ayin scratched her head shyly, she didn't say that she didn't learn to weave scarves for herself.

The change of temperature does not affect her, but it has a great influence on ordinary humans.It's the twelfth lunar month again, and the New Year is approaching. Ayin is worried about the New Year's gift. After consulting countless maids and domestic servants for suggestions, she finally makes a decision—it is a scarf!

Objects are not expensive, but whether it is Gojo Satoru or Chanyuan Hui, they have no shortage of gold, silver, jewelry, rich clothes, jade and food. If they want to come up with a special gift that suits their wishes and is useful, A Yin thinks about it. It's better to make your own handicrafts.

That's why once encountering the gift-giving link, regardless of ancient times or modern times, handmade products are always the top options.Even if the materials are ordinary and the purpose is not great, but the handicrafts that have been woven and polished bit by bit with my own painstaking efforts, the intentions contained in them are inestimable, and its value cannot be measured just by looking at it.

Ayin comforted herself in her heart, unavoidably uneasy.

They shouldn't be disgusted, right?

Otherwise, give it to Shi Yi first, and try it out?

Ayin's hands are not stupid. Under the patient teaching of the old lady, after she failed a few times, she gradually became proficient. Now she does not need the old lady to stare at her all the time. Something to pass the time.

The heavy snow could not overwhelm A Yin's relaxed and joyful mood. She jumped and jumped like a child, stepping on the bluestone slabs that were not thickly covered with snow, carrying a bamboo basket in her hand, and the purple umbrella was covered with a thin layer of snow. When she got to her house, a maid came forward to help her remove the basket and clean the umbrella.

As soon as Ayin stepped up two steps, she suddenly turned around as if she remembered something, "Ah, that's right."

She fumbled her work out of the basket—a pair of ugly gloves, a shorter scarf.

These two things are the products of her beginners. The needle and thread are slightly crooked, and they don't look good, but they still keep warm.

The results of the beginners are raw, and they can be used if they can be used, but they must not be given to them.Originally, Ayin planned to keep it as a souvenir, but when she occasionally glanced sideways, she saw the servants who were sticking to their posts, their fingers were red from the cold.

She thought about it for a while, and it would be ashes, so it's better to make the best use of it and give it to them.

I just hope they don't dislike showing off.

After the servant received the gift, his expression was flattered, he hurriedly put on his gloves, and thanked A Yin repeatedly, but he made A Yin feel ashamed and coughed unnaturally, and was ashamed to tell them that these things were beginners. Taste.

Does the servant care about the object itself?

Of course not, in their eyes, these poor-looking scarves and gloves are Ayin's encouragement and recognition of their work in the past year, and her condolences to them. As long as she has the heart, no matter what she sends, they I was very moved.

What, Miss A Yin wove this by herself?

Even more touched!

When Zenyuanhui finished her busy work and finally took some time off to see how Ayin was doing, what she saw was a happy scene.

Warm light leaked from the room, and the servants were smiling, holding small, clumsy woolen fabrics in their hands, talking about something to each other.

He paused, quietly hid himself behind the rockery, and listened attentively.

"I never expected that Miss Ayin is such an approachable and kind-hearted person!"

"Yeah, I never dreamed that I could get a gift from Ms. Ayin...and it was a scarf she wove by herself. It means so much. I want to go home and show it off."

"The gloves are a bit small, and they are easy to break when I wear them. This is a disappointment to Ms. Ayin's kindness. I'd better take them home and put them on for my son."

Chanyuan Hui: ...

Gift?

Knit by hand?

The black-haired young man lowered his head, glanced at his empty hands, and fell silent.

Ah Yin didn't give it to him.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Chanyuan: Why, I don’t even give it to me when I give it to them.

Chanyuan: I, also, want, want.

Wujo: Oh, me too...

Wutiao: That was Ah Yin's first time!The commemoration means so much!Damn, why can't I get it!

Ayin:? (Confused) Why is the air so sour?

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