Zhao Lanruo said, "My grandpa asked me ten questions, and seven of them were about you. You didn't go to Bolu to see him this year. He asked you how you were and whether you were still out of breath."
Not long after she came back from Bolu, he came to her to show off her undecided steps. Unexpectedly, Lan Yin didn't take it to heart at all, which really annoyed her.
"But grandma said, it's okay if you don't go, so as not to make her sulky. I just want to go alone. She misses me the most."
Zhao Lanyin nodded, "Yeah."
"You always deal with me like this." She was dissatisfied.
My sister stood up, saw the people in the courtyard busy working, and whispered, "It's also time for the 'Sixth Street to be brightly lit'."
"What did you say?" Zhao Lanruo didn't hear clearly.
"Tonight is Yuan Ye?"
"Hey, you still remember, I thought you were a goddess, you haven't even set foot in the human world, and I didn't know that today is the Lantern Festival."
"There are refugees entering the city. Be sure to bring a few more servants with you when traveling tonight." Zhao Lanyin reminded.
He turned and pushed her out of the room.
"Aren't you going tonight?" Zhao Lanruo slapped at the door.
"I'm not going." She picked up the book on the ground and shook the cover a few times.
The moon is passing through the clouds, and when I look up, I see an endless bustling street in front of me. The lanterns are like countless stars in the sky. Various jugglers find their places in the city, playing gongs and drums to start the show, and the streets are full of snacks. Scattered here and there, hawkers selling oil cakes walked around the streets shouting.
Zhao Lanyin dragged her to prevent her from being scattered by the crowd.
"Let me go, annoying. If I had known better, I wouldn't have asked you to come out with me." She yelled.
Zhao Lanyin said, "If you were abducted by Paihuazi, how would I explain it to my mother?"
"You!" She angrily threw off her clothes.
The two sisters walked slowly through the streets. The girl behind Zhao Lanruo gradually hugged her more and more. They bought more than ten hairpin rings. Looking at Zhao Lanyin again, she saw more but bought less. Lanruo rubbed her shoulder. "If sister's share is not enough, I can lend you some."
She ignored her.
Someone seemed to be beating gold flowers beside the tower. A pot of molten iron was shaken out and sprinkled on the thick wall of the tower, splashing out flowers, trees and silver flowers, which were dazzling.
Zhao Lanruo and Zhao Lanyin were just looking at the scene when they suddenly heard someone calling them from behind.
Zhao Lanruo took a look and said, "Hey, Linzhen, why are you here? The teacher at the school probably hasn't let you out yet, right?"
Zhao Linzhen said, "Sir, you said today Yuan Ye, let me wait for a while. Don't talk nonsense to my wife when you go back!"
The lights flashed, and he seemed to see Lan Ruo next to her at this moment, and he saluted, "Big sister."
"Yeah." Lan Yin nodded slightly.
The situation in the Zhao family is complicated. Zhao Linzhen and Zhao Lanruo play well in private, but they are very estranged from his wife. Although the Yan family and the Xu family have never been at odds, they often cause obstacles for each other. Therefore, although Zhao Linzhen calls her Mrs. Mother, but after all, she did not regard her as her biological mother. Lan Yin is indifferent to everyone in the family and is merciless in doing things. He is a little afraid of her in his heart. Lan Ruo is different. They grew up together when they were young. They are less than a year apart, and they eat and drink together. One place, from childhood to adulthood.
"Who is this?" Zhao Lanruo asked the people around Linzhen.
When the man heard her asking him, he seemed to have recovered from the fire, and took off the Shangyuan Festival mask on his face, "I am Sun Qingchen."
Under the lantern, this man's eyes were filled with water, his sword-shaped brows and starry eyes, and his attitude was not that of an ordinary man. Zhao Lanruo was so stunned that he even forgot to do the courtesy to his daughter's family.
"The mask... the mask is so beautiful..." She thought for a long time before she came up with this sentence.
Zhao Lanyin turned around and said, "Weiyang."
Seeing her salute, Sun Qingchen returned the salute and said, "Wan'an."
Linzhen introduced, "This is a student assistant in our school. He has been staying with us for a year. I am able to leave my husband today thanks to him. Even though he looks like this, he is definitely not an embroidered pillow. He is very talented in literature." Outstanding, he studied with us, and my husband was full of praise."
Zhao Lanruo always listened to his younger brother belittling others, but this time he changed his temper. This shows that not only was he born well, but he must also have a few drops of ink in his belly.
She was about to say something to amuse him, but she saw that Sun Qingchen's eyes were all on her sister. She took a closer look at her sister. She was still wearing last year's green winter coat, with two braids on her head and a hairpin. In addition to a purple gold hairpin, her face was not painted with makeup, and the sachet was not fastened to her waist. She never liked burning incense and did not wear any incense on her body.
Seeing Lan Ruo staring at him, Linzhen suddenly said, "Master Sun is a man of integrity. Seeing that life at home is like a year, the hardships are so great that he doesn't care about his dignity, so he sells wine in the tavern to make ends meet. Such a person , I really admire you."
He spread his embarrassment in front of his two sisters without caring about Sun Qingchen's face.
Lan Ruo kept silent, thinking he was some kind of person, but he didn't expect that his family was so poor.
Zhao Lanyin frowned, "The book is not easy to read, but the editor's words are all the same?"
"When did I arrange people? Big sister was joking." He said with a straight face.
Sun Qingchen then raised his head. There was no ridicule or ridicule in his imagination, but he was more afraid of seeing the sympathy on her face. He followed his heart and looked for her eyes again. He saw that there was nothing unusual about her, and there was no trace of pity in her eyes. , as if he hadn’t heard a word just now.
That's fine.
While they were talking, the molten iron fell from the sky and flew straight towards them. Lan Ruo screamed in fright, and Linzhen immediately pulled her aside.
Sun Qingchen stepped forward quickly, opened his arms to block Zhao Lanyin, lowered his head, and rubbed his chin against her forehead. When the iron juice fell on the ground and no one was injured, he said softly, "Yes. Don’t stop, Miss Zhao.”
All he could see was her cyan clothes, but he didn't notice that the girl's earlobes were red and she didn't dare to look directly at him.
On this day, Zhao Lanyin and Zhao Lanruo were walking down the street and happened to pass by the tavern. From a distance, they saw him bending down to serve the guests drinks. There was no hint of impatience on his face, and he was calm and calm.
"Sister, look at him, he doesn't go to school, he just sells wine here. Ting Linzhen praised him for being smart, but I saw that he picked sesame seeds and lost the watermelons. He only cares about this little money, and lost his good time and abandoned his homework."
Zhao Lanyin said slowly, "A scholar who is willing to give up for a few pennies must have his own difficulties. Why should you do this?"
As he spoke, he stopped and let the maid behind him walk in. She came to him and said, "Please help me get a pot of osmanthus wine. My lady said that the master likes the osmanthus wine here the most. This is money."
Not one point too much, not one point too little.
He looked at her outside the door, the indifference on his face suddenly disappeared, and he hurriedly poured out a pot and poured half of it. The girl was unhappy and said, "You spilled on my shoes."
"I..." He was about to make amends when he heard the girl say, "Forget it, you are clumsy."
The girl went out with the wine and said with a smile, "Miss, I'm calling."
"What happened just now?"
"It's okay. It's just that the good-looking young man spilled a few drops of wine on my shoes. I've told him that it's okay."
Zhao Lanyin felt a little regretful. Why should she make people feel panicked? This was not her intention. If she deliberately avoided him, passed in front of the tavern, and pretended not to recognize him, it would be chilling, but when she did this, it made him confused.
(End of chapter)