Qing” the cute protagonist of Good Brothers!)

rain.

Raindrops hit the umbrella.

Smash the wall.

Smash the bluestone.

Smash the dark eaves.

I also smashed the pink and white plum blossoms on the branches.

Water droplets hit it, jumping and splashing in all directions.

Splashing into water mist everywhere, the water mist is connected into one piece.

Looking down from a height.

This courtyard with white walls and black tiles is hazy in the mist and rain.

In the hazy mist, there was an open round umbrella.

The round umbrella was as bright red as flames, moving slowly in the rain.

It's like a flaming red lotus leaf drifting ashore in a rainy pond.

The red umbrella slowly moved to under the eaves in the center of the courtyard.

The rainwater on the roof is collected and flowed down by the Chinese-style eaves.

There is a water curtain hanging between the eaves tiles and the steps below.

Behind the water curtain, there is a little girl wearing a pink chest-length cross-collar skirt, kneeling elegantly and quietly behind the tea table, looking down at the book.

The little girl has fair hair, plum blossoms on her forehead, and a pink skirt that is well-proportioned and close to the body, highlighting her slim waist and hip curves.

Over the short jacket, there is also a jet black mantle with embroidery on it, which highlights the pink color inside.

The layered outfit is eye-catching.

Looking up, her black and smooth hair is tied into a bun, and her round oval face is elegantly decorated with light makeup. With the plum red lines between her eyebrows, she looks full of nobility.

The ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River is always full of hazy mist and rain.

In the boudoir of Meilin, there are also light and graceful ladies.

The chubby-faced little maid held an umbrella in one hand and held a wad full of gift certificates in her arms with the other. She walked over the steps two steps at a time and entered under the eaves.

She turned sideways and put away the red umbrella, shaking it off into a string of water droplets.

A red umbrella leans beside the wooden door.

A stack of gift certificates was placed on the small tea table in the corridor.

In front of the door, Cai Shou slightly bent over, tightening the hem of her wet goose-yellow skirt with both hands, twisting out the cool rainwater in her palm like a twist.

She looked back at the rain curtain outside the house, muttered a few times, turned to the girl who was listening to Yu reading and said sheepishly:

"I'm sorry, miss, I just fell asleep in the madam's house. Why didn't you call the servants when you left? I thought the lady was going to talk a lot with the madam. Well, I had just finished lunch at that time, so it's easy to fall asleep..."

Cai Shou scratched her head in annoyance, remembering in her mind the scene not long ago when she woke up from a nap and opened her eyes to find Madam and her sisters in Madam's house looking at her with half-smiling faces.

The bun-faced maid with baby fat asked in frustration:

"Miss, isn't Cai Shou very stupid? He only knows how to eat and sleep, just like a pig."

Behind the coffee table, Su Guo'er leaned her elbows on the table and lowered her head to read a book.

She shook her head and comforted softly:

"Don't feel guilty for sleeping in, because you can't create much value if you are awake. If you can get pleasure from wasting time, it is not wasting time.

"You have already lived a sufficient life." She nodded and said.

"..." Cai Shou.

When chatting, I am afraid that the air will suddenly become quiet.

Cai Shou turned her head twice before finishing what the young lady had said, only to find that the young lady was chatting to death again.

Cai Shou puffed her lips and decided not to pay attention to the young lady for a hundred breaths, hum.

Although according to past experience, she ignored the young lady, and the young lady would not pay attention to her. The young lady never took the initiative to talk to her, and she always muttered and asked stupid questions...

After reflecting on this, the little maid with a bun face became even more depressed.

"Why."

Life is not easy, Cai Shou sighed.

She bent down to wring out the wet hem of her skirt and wiped her hands. The lady didn't say anything, so Cai Shou had no choice but to wander around the room twice, not knowing why.

Finally, she couldn't help turning her head and quietly observed the young lady under the same roof.

The girl is wearing beautiful makeup, her brows are covered with curls, and she is sitting alone under the eaves.

Outside the eaves, there is a continuous rain curtain.

Cai Shou always felt that the silhouette of the young lady leaning to listen to the rain was full of beauty.

As for the charm of beauty, beauty alone is not enough.

Because there are not many beautiful women in the world, even among common people, and there are many beautiful ones among the maids of Su Mansion.

But who can compare with my own lady?

Putting aside the inherent nobility, this kind of beauty is accompanied by talent, and talent comes from books and boudoir knowledge.

In this era, women's literacy had a Confucian style.

Not to mention, playing the piano, reciting poems, playing chess, writing paintings, painting, copying, embroidery, brocade... In Cai Shou's impression, there is no one who can't do anything but my own lady, and she is proficient in everything.

The young lady is elegant, lazy every day, and everything she does is full of charm.

Cook new tea in spring, watch flowers at dawn in summer, sing catkins in autumn, and protect orchids and sunflowers in winter.

Burning incense and bathing on a sunny day, reading and drawing on rainy days.

Occasionally, I would take a lazy nap, flapping butterflies and playing with cats, or dye my nails red and teach a parrot to read new poems.

It's just that sometimes, the lady will be like this.

Suddenly she covered the scroll, frowning slightly, holding the scroll in her hand, burying it in front of her chest, staring at the misty rain outside the eaves.

Between his eyebrows, there was a lingering melancholy.

I don’t know if my gaze is filled with new sorrow, or if it’s an old sorrow that continues.

Whenever she saw this scene, Cai Shou felt that the young lady's figure was a little strange.

The carefree young lady she grew up with seemed to be drifting away.

Instead, it was the young lady's calm eyes that made her a little confused, familiar yet unfamiliar.

However, Cai Shou didn't know what the lady was thinking about all day long.

Is it really worth a little girl waiting to be married to be so worried?

In this ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, life in the boudoir courtyard is slow and leisurely.

The master, his wife, and the eldest young master all loved him, and the family was harmonious.

From now on, if you follow your heart and choose a husband who can love and care for others, live happily in marriage, and spend your days leisurely, wouldn't it be perfect?

There are so many women out there who can only dream of it.

Cai Shou frowned in confusion, her little head seemed to be unable to think clearly, and she scratched her crooked temples with her fingers.

Following Su Guo'er's eyes at this moment, she looked towards the rain and mist outside the eaves, which seemed to be in the direction of Luoyang.

Hmm, could it be that the young lady is looking forward to the prosperous age of Luoyang, the capital of the gods, where all nations come to visit and the flowers bloom like brocade?

It does make some sense.

Cai Shou vaguely remembered that the master and his wife seemed to be from Guanzhong, but their family seemed to have fallen into decline at that time, and they hurriedly moved from Luoyang, the sacred capital, to this remote Jiangnan Road. But at that time, the young lady had just been born...

"Why haven't you seen Sister Xie in the past two days?"

Su Guo'er asked suddenly without looking back.

She didn't go to see the little maid with a steamed bun who seemed to be peeking at her.

Cai Shou came to her senses.

Hey, it was the young lady who took the initiative to talk to her!

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, as if she had already passed the "one hundred breaths of ignoring the lady". The little girl, who was not very good at arithmetic, immediately sat back on the small coffee table and answered quickly and crisply:

"Miss, Miss Xie has gone on a long journey. I heard from Yi Lanxuan's maid Xiuchun that yesterday morning, I saw Miss Xie coming back in a hurry, packing her things and heading out in a hurry."

"Really, traveling far away..."

Su Guo'er glanced outside the eaves. In the distance was the outline of the green mountains looming in the smoke.

She suddenly felt a little envious of Xie Lingjiang.

You can go anywhere, anytime.

But at the same age, some people are trapped in a cage like canaries.

Leaving the cage even a little bit will attract countless looks and may even offend the hostess who set up the cage.

And Canary is aware of this, so he will be extra thoughtful and cautious when doing things.

Because she doesn't live for her alone.
To be continued...