beautiful woman at home

When the soup bowl was bottomed out, Wen Zijin packed the dishes and got up and put them in the food box by the outer door, and a waiter would come to take them away.

The woman was still focused on looking at the thick bamboo roll, because she drank too much soup, her abdomen was slightly distended, so Wen Zijin got up and walked indoors.

At the beginning, I also worried about the arrangement of daily work and rest, because some of the interior designs here are particularly convenient. From the outer door to the inner room, there are two curtains, and the eyes are the study room and the living room. It is still well organized.

There are also lotus ponds and promenades facing the water on the outside, and there are vast views from several windows.

To the right are several curtains, which separate the left and right for a bath, and there is a screen in between, and the right side is the bedroom and wardrobe. I heard that this place was originally a combination of several houses for renovation, so it is very spacious and bright. .

Of course, the biggest one here is the study room. There are two bookcases against the wall, and the desk is very bright standing next to the window, while the other low couch is mostly used for naps and rest.

There were not many people here all the year round, Wen Zijin walked back and forth a few times and then returned to his original position, the woman opposite was the one who stayed the longest besides his mother and the old master.

Therefore, Wen Zijin was still a little nervous. The sun outside was getting bigger and brighter, and the dazzling light shone into the room. The woman's eyes turned slightly to look at the child sitting upright, and she slightly closed the bamboo scroll in her hand and asked, "Young master, how often do you live?" Apart from reading and practicing calligraphy, is there anything else?"

Wen Zijin held the book in her hand, wondering if she didn't think this place was fun.

At such a young age, Wen Zijin has almost no friends who can be regarded as playmates. It is rare to have someone to accompany him at the moment, so he naturally wants to get along well. He blinked his dark eyes and replied: "Yes, I can play chess, sister Ye Want to play together?"

Although his chess skills are not very good, Wen Zijin would definitely be willing if he could relieve boredom.

But the woman on the opposite side didn't respond, she just moved her eyes lightly, the cicadas outside were a bit noisy, and occasionally dragonflies skipped over the water surface of the lotus pond, slowly fading out of the water patterns.

This reaction made Wen Zijin a little nervous. Does she not like playing chess?

The servants who used to guard the outer gate once gathered together to play something called dice, perhaps adults prefer to play this kind of game.

"Okay, but let's go outside and play chess."

Outside?

The woman put the bamboo roll in her hand aside and got up, Wen Zijin hurriedly put down the book in her hand, and turned to move the chessboard.

The terrace facing the water had plenty of sunlight, Wen Zijin put down the chessboard, and trotted to get the chess box.

Walking out of the darker room, the woman was already sitting in the sunlight, her expression seemed much relieved.

The ink-like skirt fell aside, the long hair was tied up casually, and the light falling on the woman looked extraordinarily dazzling.

Wen Zijin put down the heavy chess box, then sat aside and said, "Sister Ye wants to play white or black?"

"Black chess." The woman stretched her arms and took away the unopened chess box in front of Wen Zijin, and then opened the chess box which contained black chess neatly.

This must be a coincidence.

But the woman didn't pay attention to the surprise in Wen Zijin's eyes. She tapped the black chess piece between her slender fingers on the chessboard. The movement was very natural. She looked at Wen Zijin with her bright eyes and said, "Young master, please play first."

"En." Wen Zijin nodded blankly, and then picked up the white chess piece from the chess box.

After playing three games of chess, Wen Zijin realized that this sister Ye was much better at chess than himself, and losing three games in a row was really frustrating.

The scorching sun was getting hotter and hotter. Wen Zijin, who was staring at the chessboard, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and gave up the game a little discouraged.

Although Wen Zijin was a little discouraged, she still straightened her body, looked at the person opposite and said, "I lost this game."

"Why don't we play another game?" Wen Zijin stretched out his hand to clear away the pieces on the chessboard, his eyes regained his fighting spirit.

But the person on the other side said softly, "It's not going down today."

For some things, Wen Zijin was really a persevering child, so he asked: "Then shall we do it tomorrow?"

The woman dropped a few black chess pieces into the box, and asked Wen Zijin calmly, "Young master, are you playing or practicing chess?"

Hey?

Those deep eyes were deeper than the black chess pieces falling under the sun. Wen Zijin was holding a few black chess pieces in his hands, and only then did he realize how hot the black chess pieces were.

But why doesn't she feel hot?

Wen Zijin had a few doubts in his head, put the chess pieces in the chess box and replied, "Zijin thinks playing chess with Sister Ye is very fun. Although it is difficult to win now, Zijin's chess skills will improve in the future."

At that time, maybe you can play a game of chess for a longer time.

"Young master is still young, and his chess skills will definitely improve in the future." The woman's eyes seemed to be dizzy and she said with a faint smile.

The breeze came slowly, the lotus swayed with the wind, and even the calm water was covered with ripples.

The slightly swaying strands of hair next to the woman's fair cheeks are sometimes naughty close to the cheeks, and sometimes dangling in the air, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Wen Zijin smiled with his eyes bent, raised his hand to tidy up the messy chessboard, the smile on his lips lasted for a long time.

In a sense, this was Wen Zijin's first playmate, so he was naturally very happy to be affirmed by his playmate.

After the chess box was sorted out, Wen Zijin got up with a chess box in one hand and was about to go indoors.

But his eyes suddenly went dark, probably because he stayed outside for too long, Wen Zijin fell forward in panic.

"careful!"

Subconsciously, she closed her eyes and prepared to fall, but she was carried into Wen Ruan's arms, and a faint sigh was heard.

Wen Zijin opened his eyes and his vision had recovered a lot, and then his cheeks were mostly red, and he hurriedly asked guiltily, "Sister Ye, did Zijin hurt you?"

He has never behaved so recklessly on weekdays, so he must have been out in the sun for too long today.

The woman let go of Wen Zijin's hand, and responded frankly: "It's nothing, you should be more careful."

"Well, Zijin remembered." Wen Zijin looked at the chess box in his arms, and couldn't help but feel lucky that he didn't drop the chess box, otherwise there would be points for the black and white chess pieces mixed together.

The two separated slightly, and the woman reached out to pick up the chessboard and followed Wen Zijin into the room.

Putting the chess set in the same place, Wen Zijin felt a little thirsty, so he went to the low table and poured a cup of tea for a sip.

Remembering that Sister Ye, who had been playing chess with her all the time, had never had tea, she poured another cup of tea, turned around and saw a woman standing in the sun with her eyes closed, her black skirt fell to the ground, her fair and translucent skin was still illuminated. It is transparent and bright, as if the whole body is surrounded by light and mist, which makes people yearn for, but feels ashamed.

I think the fairy mentioned in the storybook should be someone like Sister Ye.

Wen Zijin realized that she was lost in thought again, and hurriedly approached with the cup in hand, raised her head and said, "Sister Ye drinks tea."

"Thank you, young master." The woman blinked her eyes lightly and looked down at the child in front of her. Perhaps because of the light behind her, her pupils were much darker, and the fingertips that took the cup lightly touched Wen Zijin's fingers.

It's so cold.

Maybe sister Ye likes to bask in the sun so much because she is afraid of the cold.

"It's Zijin who should thank Sister Ye for teaching chess." Wen Zijin rubbed his fingertips together, still feeling a chill in his fingertips.

The woman lightly sipped tea and poked her eyes towards Wen Zijin and asked softly, "Young master has been persecuted by ghosts and evil spirits since he was a child, and no one around him dares to get close to him. Why do you still treat others with courtesy?"

This tone is different from the usual indifference and politeness, on the contrary, it is more like a friend getting along.

Wen Zijin sat on the edge of the room with a seat cushion near the light, so that the woman could continue to bask in the sun, and secondly, she could protect herself.

"Guixie, it's really abominable." Wen Zijin sat cross-legged next to the woman, and said very seriously: "Although I don't have any playmates because of this, my mother has always cared about Zijin, and At the beginning, the old Taoist priest who only met once also helped with all his money, and now there is Sister Ye, Zijin is very grateful, so naturally he should treat others with courtesy."

The woman frowned inadvertently, stroked the cup lightly with her fingertips, and asked with a serious expression: "Young master, you seem to hate ghosts and evil?"

Wen Zijin nodded and read sadly with a small face: "Well, I was threatened by ghosts and evil spirits when I was young. Although I was never killed, I still lived with extreme care. If there were no ghosts and evil spirits in this world, I wouldn't have to If you stay in this garden all day long, you don't have to worry your mother every day."

Then there must be many interesting things to play, so that there is no need for Sister Ye to stay indoors with her.

Especially because Wen Zijin never dared to leave the room for a single step after sneaking out of the garden once when he was young.

"Then young master, do you want to be free from ghosts and evils from now on?" The woman turned her head and looked at Wen Zijin, as if she could do what she said.

Wen Zijin said softly with sweat stains on his palms, "Of course I thought about it, but that old Taoist with profound Taoism can't do anything."

The woman looked away and put the teacup aside, as if she was thinking about something.

She didn't speak for a long time, Wen Zijin secretly looked at her, and saw her frowning slightly, as if she was in a dilemma.

My mother sometimes showed such an expression.

Sure enough, I shouldn't have said so much, it must have worried Sister Ye.

Wen Zijin leaned closer and said, "Sister Ye, don't blame yourself. Zijin has been through these years, and it's okay to live like this in the future."

"Young master, do you really want to spend your whole life in this house?" The woman looked down at the piercing black eyes, "I died alone in panic."

Death is too cruel for a child who is not yet ten years old.

"En." Wen Zijin replied very seriously, straightening his body and responding: "Mother said that people are always going to die, so Zijin is not afraid of death."

The woman raised her hand and tapped Wen Zijin's head, and said with a serious expression, "Tongyan Wuji!"

Wen Zijin rubbed his head in a daze, thinking that it was obviously his sister who asked first, why was he suddenly punished?

"However, God has the virtue of good life, and the young master will live a long life." The woman looked at Wen Zijin very seriously, her eyes were smudged with a faint smile, although it was not strong, it was enough to make people addicted.

Wen Zijin always remembers the singing of birds in the morning, the scorching sun in the afternoon and the singing of cicadas in the evening in the midsummer of previous years.

But since then, Wen Zijin's strongest impression of midsummer is the woman in the black dress.

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感谢在2020-04-1020:46:45~2020-04-1120:54:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 small pepper;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of pork belly szd;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!