Rainy weather usually makes people have a kind of melancholy and melancholy.
If you like to enjoy yourself, you can watch the rain in front of the window, listen to the raindrops hitting the eaves, or you can nest in the bed, read a book and sleep, and roll around lazily. Those who like to be deep, those who can walk slowly in the misty drizzle with or without an umbrella, feel the cold rain on the cheeks, and then shake off the lonely loneliness.
Shu Huan obviously belongs to the former, while Zhang Hanfang is more likely to belong to the latter, but the premise is that she is not drenched by the heavy rain. When the appearance is already too embarrassing to maintain normal dignity, who is in the mood to care about the illusory Grace and mood
So Zhang Hanfang rushed into Fufuzhai in a rage, throwing things down and yelling: "Boil water, bring clean clothes, I want to take a shower quickly!"
The reason for being angry is not only being drenched in the rain, but also more annoyance and embarrassment, especially when you find that you have a strange feeling for a person who should have hated to the bone, it feels like being severely whipped. slapped himself in the face
After dropping all the things at hand, she turned her eyes and glanced around, only to see Mingluan's oil-paper umbrella hanging on the corridor, and immediately rushed over with her wet skirt, trying to tear the two umbrellas apart , but as soon as she put her finger on it, she suddenly hesitated again, Jingjing's crisp and sweet voice still lingered in her ears: "This rain is unlucky, the second master taught me to rush to bring down the umbrella..."
Gu Xiran saw it all, and asked the servant girl to give her an umbrella...
And that small movement of him sitting by the window and pouring the residual tea, played back repeatedly in her mind...
Zhang Hanfang's face burned hot again in an instant, and the fingers resting on the umbrella suddenly retracted as if they were burned by the flames.
Ming Luan watched her face turn red and turn white, thinking that she was really sick, but she had been scolded before, so she didn't dare to say anything now, she just wanted to run away quietly and go to find her nanny, Mama Guan Come to persuade, who would have just turned around, and heard her say: "Put this umbrella away first, where is the water for my bath? Why hasn't it been delivered yet?"
The rest of the servants in the room saw that she had calmed down a little at this moment, and collectively breathed a sigh of relief, and then those who gave ginger soup gave ginger soup, and those who handed hot towels handed hot towels, and hurriedly got busy.
Not mentioning Fufuzhai, but just talking about Hexieli, Shu Huan and Gu Xiran drank tea and talked for a while, suddenly remembered something, and called Meijing to find Ranmo.
Before Meimei came in, Gu Xiran raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you want from him?"
"It's a pleasant thing." Shu Huan thought for a while and said, "I just found out that her real name is Jiang Yuqing, but she still refuses to say anything else, and only begs me to accept her as a maid."
"You want to check her identity?"
Shu Huan nodded, and said sadly: "I didn't need to be so cautious at first, and I didn't have the curiosity to explore her personal body, but her experience is too bizarre, and she can write. I'm afraid her identity is still a bit troublesome. If I took it back without checking it clearly, and I was caught off guard when the trouble came to me, and I might have given someone an excuse to harm me, and in the end even she couldn't keep it."
Living in the current environment, it is not too much to leave a thousand thoughts, but it is really tiring if things go on like this.
Gu Xiran suddenly reached out, grabbed her hand that was resting on the table, and said softly, "There's me."
It wasn't any sweet talk, nor was it a pledge of eternal love. Even his tone was indifferent, but with an unquestionable seriousness, Shu Huan's nose was a little sour, so he lowered his head to cover it up, and Meimei opened the door and came in, smiling: " Second Mistress calling me?"
Before Shu Huan could speak, Gu Xiran said first, "Make another pot of tea."
The beauty agreed, and went out with the teapot in hand.
Shu Huan looked at him puzzled, and he said: "Ran Mo will go back with Xiao Si tomorrow, and I don't know how long it will take to check his identity. I'll ask Du Qiu to come for a visit later, so it's good to watch." Since she is still young, it is impossible to go too far away from home alone, since she was found on the mountain, it is almost enough to check the villages and towns within a radius of 50 miles below the mountain."
"That's right." Shu Huan smiled: "I didn't think it through."
The two talked for a while, the rain gradually stopped, and after watching the lake view for a while, they went to Chongyang Courtyard together. Gu Xiran talked to Du Qiu, while Shu Huan followed the usual routine, learning how to do needlework with Du's mother every afternoon.
In the blink of an eye the next morning, after packing up the things that Gu Xihe needed to take back as a filial piety, he rushed to send him out. Immediately afterwards, a steward from another hospital came to ask about the purchases for the Mid-Autumn Festival, saying that he didn't know what the young master and the girl of the Zhang family wanted. Don't go back for the Mid-Autumn Festival, it's not easy to prepare things.
This kind of thing has to wait for the Zhang family to send someone to say that it is inconvenient for Shu Huan to ask, or it seems to mean driving people away. Although she really wants to drive people away in her heart, she can only let the steward Prepare things according to their plan of not leaving.
Busy until noon, she only had two mouthfuls of rice, and then the shopkeeper of the flower shop and tea shop in the city brought people to pick the flowers and plants in the other garden according to the things agreed with Ranmo in advance. Going out to greet people, but it is always necessary to restrain the maids from running around, this busyness, the whole day passed unknowingly.
Gu Xiran had also been busy outside for a day, and when he came back to his room under the moonlight, he had a pensive look on his face.
Seeing him like this, Shu Huan felt a little uneasy: "But what's the matter?"
"It's a pleasant thing." Gu Xiran said, then fell to the bed and stretched: "I'm exhausted to death."
Shu Huan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, sat on the edge of the bed and pushed him: "You found out the pleasant things so quickly?"
"Yeah." Gu Xiran frowned slightly, put his hands behind his head, glanced at her and said, "There are not many villages nearby, and Du Qiu's footsteps are so fast, let's talk about pleasant things..."
"how?"
"It's easy to ask."
It is easy to inquire, which means that there must be something unusual that is easy to remember.
Shu Huan was anxious to hear, so he stretched out his hand and urged him, "Say it quickly, don't be foolish."
Gu Xiran sat up and stretched out his hand towards her: "tea"
"You—" Shu Huan had nothing to do with his scoundrel, so he got up and poured tea and handed it over: "Can we talk now?"
Gu Xiran drank the tea slowly, and thought for a while: "It's not easy to talk about her."
Shu Huan raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not interrupt, waiting for him to continue.
It turns out that Du Qiu found out that Xinxin's home is in Yingyue Village, which is less than 20 miles away from the Farewell House. Her father is a poor scholar, and after getting married, she still lives with her younger brother, and there is no separation. When she was four years old, her biological mother died of illness. Her father never remarried and raised her up alone. Until the end of autumn last year, she was exhausted. Live with my uncle.
Having said that, Gu Xiran frowned slightly, as if he didn't know how to go on.
Shu Huan hesitated, "Could it be that what happened later was even worse?"
Gu Xiran glanced at her and nodded silently.