Cold and warm depend on each other

In the bleakness of late autumn, just after Su Zhe had left the back house of Junshan, Xi'er came over and asked her lady if she wanted to eat.Xue Wanxiang really lost her appetite, so she shook her head.Seeing Xi'er come out with a sad face, Ning Yu hurriedly asked what happened, and when she turned around, she asked someone to bring over a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and a plate of gold silk rolls. The cook replied that there were fresh chestnuts today, and the little girl would serve them when they were cooked. Come back.

These are all seasonal snacks for the festival, which are just right for autumn.Xue Wanxiang thanked her for her kindness, and asked her to sit and drink tea with her, chatting casually about Su Zhe's childhood.

"What a delicate flower. This is... Miss Xue's needlework?" Ningyu's eyes were sharp, and she saw the silk handkerchief in Xue Wanxiang's hand, on which the folds of red plums were embroidered like a natural process.

Xue Wanxiang's face was slightly red, and since when, she and Su Zhe's small belongings mostly have such a fold of small red plums, Zhexiang folded plums, and only she knows about her graceful thoughts.

"It's just for embroidering and playing." She said and handed over the silk handkerchief: "If my sister likes it, there are two new ones in the house, Xi'er..."

"Don't, don't, don't." Ning Yu stopped her with a smile: "You are our girl's distinguished guest, if we let our girl know that I ask you for needlework, she will definitely not wait to see me."

"That's right. Gu...Miss Zhe can protect the food, let alone these Sipa pouches. Our lady gave me a chopsticks and vegetables during a meal together the day before yesterday. Miss Zhe glanced at it several times, haha Haha." Standing behind the young lady, Xi'er couldn't help laughing out loud as she thought of how my uncle was pouting like a child.

Xue Wanxiang glared at her with blushing cheeks, annoyed that she didn't hold back her words.Xi'er is no longer afraid of her young lady, and just smiles nonchalantly.

Ningyu stared in surprise for a while, nodded and sighed: "Ms. Xue and my girl are really close. I have served our girl since I was a child. Although I dare not say her temper very clearly, I can always feel it. "While talking, she bent her eyes and became really happy: "Since I was a child, I have been close to Miss Qi, and there is no one else. Now that I have Miss Xue, I hope she can feel more at ease."

"Did Miss Zhe feel uneasy before?" Xi'er refilled tea for the two of them, and asked for her young lady.

Ningyu took a sip of the teacup and said softly: "Miss Xue already knows about our girl's life experience." Seeing Xue Wanxiang nodding, Fang continued: "I am the son of a family here. Followed by his wife. Miss Zhe came to Junshan when she was very young, and grew up with Miss Qi. The wife of the master of the door would send her home every year and festival. When she was five or six years old, the senior brother sent her When she returned to the foot of the mountain, she suddenly found that her family had moved away. That day happened to be New Year's Eve, and every household in the village was full of excitement. Their house was the only one left, and there was no one left. Miss Zhe recited it to the elder brother I have already cried myself to sleep, such a small child has been crying in the room for seven or eight days, and after coming out, it seems like a different person, no matter how hard or tired I practice Kung Fu, I have never cried."

Xue Wanxiang heard Su Zhe mention these things by chance. At that time, she and she were just walking together, but she was already willing to talk to her about everything. Now it is said from others, it sounds extremely bitter.

"The head of the door and his wife both feel sorry for Miss Zhe, and later they found someone to find out where her parents were."

Huh?

Xue Wanxiang raised her eyes, with some anticipation: "Did you find it?"

"I heard that we found it. But something happened again. The door owner and his wife calmed down the matter, and gradually no one was allowed to mention it on Junshan." Ningyu peeled a bright yellow chestnut and handed it to Xue Miss, she smiled and said: "Fortunately, Miss Zhe has an upright temperament. If she changes to someone with an unstable temper, she might become depressed. She treats everyone very well on weekdays, but every New Year's Eve I would always avoid going out alone, after so many years, I think the wound in my heart still hurts."

Xue Wanxiang pinched the chestnut meat in her hands, bowed her head in silence, her heart ached.

A little girl called "Sister Ningyu" outside, presumably she wanted to answer, Ningyu got up to leave, walked a few steps and suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked: "Miss Xue has two new handkerchiefs, why don't you give them to me?" Give it to our door master's wife?" He said with an embarrassed smile: "Our wife is not good at these things, even the female celebrities with Miss Zhe and Miss Qi are not very good at it."

Xue Wanxiang smiled when she heard the words: "Thank you, Sister Ningyu, for reminding me. A while ago, I got the rouge from the wife of the head of the sect, and I was thinking about what to give in return. Now I heard what my sister said, and I just happened to give it to you."

After Ningyu went out, Xue Wanxiang went back to the house and found the two new silk handkerchiefs, after thinking about it, she took out a new purse, and invited a little girl to lead the way, and brought Xi'er to the head of the door. The lady returned the gift.

Yuancheng Pavilion is more than a hundred steps away from the main house, passing through a lotus pond and bypassing two corridors.Qin Shiyu was taking a break after lunch, when she heard the maid said that Miss Xue was coming, she got up and put on a small jacket, and didn't bother to change into the clothes of the guest, so she simply asked the maid to call Xue Wanxiang into the main house.

There was incense in the small copper tripod, and the room was fragrant and sweet, Qin Shiyu was leaning on the couch, the weather was not yet extremely cold, she was already hugging a small heater.

Xue Wanxiang took Xi'er to salute, received the rouge brought back by Su Zhe after greeting, and asked Xi'er to take out the prepared thank you gift.

Qin Shiyu took the silk handkerchief in her hand, her eyes fell on the vivid embroidery, but she was thinking of another matter.This girl Xue has been in Junshan for less than half a month. Although she doesn't meet every day, she always talks a few times. Why is she still so cold-tempered? She always seems to be separated from Junshan, except in Su Xiaoman's yard. Turn around, usually she hardly leaves the house.

Hearing from Wang Yupei that she has no relatives in her family, the journey with Xiaoman has been full of ups and downs... What did Wang Yupei say?Xiaoman sent her from the south to the north all the way, and she accompanied Xiaoman back to the south from the north through all kinds of hardships? ? ?

Qin Shiyu rubbed her forehead, feeling something was wrong.

"This is... Ping Jinxiu?" Qin Shiyu unfolded a silk handkerchief. Unlike ordinary handkerchiefs, this silk handkerchief was embroidered with large flowers in the center, but with a circle of blue orchid leaves embroidered around it. Si Turui, there is something new, what is even more rare is the embroidery method on it, she sincerely praised: "It's hard for you to be young... oh... ouch~~"

She didn't speak for a long while, but Xue Wanxiang was worried that she wouldn't like it, so it was rare for her to open her mouth, and before she answered, she could hear her humming with her arms tilted.Xue Wanxiang was taken aback, and hurriedly asked.

Qin Shiyu said with a bitter face, "I twisted my arm."

Xue Wanxiang: ...

This expression is almost exactly the same as Su Zhe! !

Xue Wanxiang suppressed a smile, stepped forward to rub the elder's arm, and found that the meridian was twisted, she rubbed along the meridian from the neck to the shoulder, and after a while, Qin Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief: "Sure enough, I'm getting older , it won’t work if you don’t accept your old age.”

Xue Wanxiang pursed her lips and smiled, she was not good at answering such words.In fact, Qin Shiyu is only 37 or [-], pampered and pampered, she looks no different from an official wife in her early thirties.

Qin Shiyu tilted her head until her meridians were smooth, patted the back of her hand as a signal, and joked casually: "People say raising children to prevent old age, I raised Xiaoman and Xiaoman so much, but in the end it was you who served me, these two Little heartless, if one is not in front of you, it doesn't make any difference whether the other is in front of you or not."

"You are Ah Zhe's elder, so you are also Wan Xiang's elder. It is her duty for Wan Xiang to serve you." Xue Wanxiang let go of one of her arms, but didn't stop. She walked to the other side and gave her the other hand. One arm went.

Qin Shiyu closed her eyes and enjoyed the filial piety of the juniors for a while, and said half-jokingly: "It is her good fortune that you are able to fall in love with Su Zhe. Why don't I recognize you as my daughter, and you choose one of my apprentices." , I still have more than half of my apprentices who haven't found a wife yet."

Xue Wanxiang gave a heavy hand, Qin Shiyu's shoulders sank slightly, and she opened her eyes.

"Mrs. Cao..." Xue Wanxiang kept her voice steady, trying to change the topic.

"Didn't you say that, you can also follow Ah Zhe and call me Shi Niang."

"Mm. Mistress." She gathered herself together, and thought about the words several times when she asked: "I heard from Miss Ningyu that after Ah Zhe's parents moved away, you sent someone to look for them, and then... Reached?"

Qin Shiyu was taken aback for a moment, no one had mentioned this matter for a long time.She turned her head slowly, looked at Xue Wanxiang, and said calmly, "You want to help Ah Zhe find her family?"

"If possible, I would like to do something for her." Xue Wanxiang met her gaze without avoiding it: "Azhe seldom mentions her biological parents on weekdays. Last year she was injured and seriously ill. Calling mother over and over again, curled up while calling, crying so heartbroken."

Qin Shiyu frowned slightly, and sighed leisurely: "I found it. It's just as good as not being able to find it." After many years, she still sneered: "When they moved away with their family, I asked people to inquire about it. Ah Zhe's mother is pregnant with a child again, I don't know where I heard it must be a boy this time, her father wanted to raise a big fat son, so he sold the eldest daughter to Ren Yazi!"

"What??" Xue Wanxiang's face changed color, and she backed away half a step in shock.

"After all, she/mother loves the child very much. She said that it would be better to be a child bride-in-law for the cripple in the neighboring village, in exchange for rice grain. Push her daughter into the fire pit." Qin Shiyu said with sentimentality in his eyes, "Later, people in the village said her father was vicious, so her father took her/mother and moved. The person who sent to inquire came back and said, Her mother cried and hurt her body, and when she gave birth, her blood collapsed, and she didn't save her size."

"..." Xue Wanxiang didn't expect such an ending at all, and asked tremblingly. "And what about her sister?"

Qin Shiyu shook her head: "Her sister was trafficked to another place long ago. I asked people to search for it several times, but they couldn't find it."

The incense in the small copper tripod was burned out, the sunlight in the courtyard had slanted, and it was cold in the room. Xue Wanxiang supported the table, feeling so painful in her heart that she couldn't speak for a while.

Qin Shiyu sighed, went to the table and poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Xue Wanxiang.

"This child is very preoccupied, but what is rare is that her heart is always warm."

"That's because she met you and Clan Master Cao when she needed help the most." Xue Wanxiang held the tea, choked up and opened her mouth, a tear slipped down without warning, and fell on the surface of the teacup. A soft wave splashed out.