beautiful woman at home

Just when Wen Zijin thought that he was getting closer to her, this sister Ye didn't show up again for the next few days.

At first, Wen Zijin thought that Sister Ye might be busy and couldn't come every day, but after a few days, there was no news, so she was worried.

Seeing that it was dusk outside the window, the servant who was dispatched reported through the curtain: "Young master, Miss Ye has been going out in the morning and returning at night these few days, so it seems that she has something to do and she can't come here."

Wen Zijin looked at the chessboard in front of him, and a disappointment flashed in his dark eyes: "Yes, I see."

He lost interest in the chess that was half played before, and Wen Zijin searched for a lot of chess records for his chess skills.

A fiery red sunset filled the sky, even the lotus pond was dyed crimson, and the whole room darkened little by little, except for a little bit of light near the window.

Wen Zijin, who had a small body, looked at the empty inner room, and the words rang clearly in his ears: A person died alone in panic.

The crowing of frogs hidden in the depths sounded up and down, and the bright spot seemed to be swallowed up little by little, and the whole field of vision became darker and darker.

Wen Zijin got up suddenly and walked to the lamp, reached out and took out the torch, and lightly blew on it to light up the fire.

The candles were lit one by one, and the whole room was restored to daylight.

Ghosts and evils always like to hide in the dark, so over the years, they have developed the habit of lighting up the lamps early before it gets dark.

When he came back to his senses, the window was completely surrounded by darkness, and the open Zhengsheng lotus pond could not be seen at the moment, so Wen Zijin simply closed all the open windows.

At Xu time, it was time for the waiters to prepare dinner. The sound of footsteps came from the outside, and the sound of the bead curtains colliding was very clear. Mother Wen called softly, "Zi Jin, how did you sleep today?"

Mother Wen seldom came here to take care of the mansion's affairs during the day, but she would always come here to visit at night.

Wen Zijin looked up at Mother Wen who looked tired but still full of concern. The fear and grievance that lingered in her heart suddenly became nothing.

"Mother..." Wen Zijin stretched out her slender arms to embrace Wen's mother and called out softly.

"What's the matter with Zijin today?" Mother Wen half hugged the child in front of her, and knelt beside the low couch, while the servant behind her put down the food box in her hand and quietly retreated.

The child who has been sensible since he was a child, suddenly seemed to be calling for grievances, which softened the heart of Wen Zijin, who was always quite strict, and hurriedly pulled away carefully to check whether Wen Zijin was injured.

Fortunately, there were no appalling bruises under the robe, Mother Wen breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to pinch Wen Zijin's small earlobes and said with a smile, "Mother hasn't seen Zijin reach out for a hug for a long time."

Wen Zijin, whose earlobe was suddenly pinched, blinked shyly, looked sideways at the food box and said, "Zijin is hungry."

Mother Wen let go of her hands, brought out a dish of food in a food box, then opened the big soup, held a small bowl of soup in front of Wen Zijin and said: "This is fresh fish soup, Zijin. Try it out."

Wen Zijin was sitting by the side, holding a spoon in his hand and took a sip. Although it was a bit hot, the fish soup was very delicious, and even the soup was boiled into milky white.

"Mother also drinks with Zijin." Wen Zijin frowned and took another sip.

"Okay." Seeing her daughter returning to her usual smile, Mother Wen's worries dissipated a lot.

At the beginning, because of the old Taoist's suggestion, I chose this place to set up a house, so that the youngest son can be left alone, even the cruelest mother can't rest assured.

It's just that the old Taoist repeatedly reminded that ghosts and evils can possess mortal bodies. If the wife is forced to accompany her, the ghosts and evils will take away her mind.

Thinking of the consequences, Mother Wen could only keep herself far away, lest she hurt the child.

The warm soup filled his stomach, and his appetite was whetted. All kinds of dishes were very appetizing. Wen Zijin ate all the rice in the bowl, and took the last bite of Nandou with a small rice spoon in his hand.

Xu was so happy to eat that he didn't pay attention for a while, but Wen Zijin stopped suddenly, his eyes flashed and he called out in fear: "Mother..."

Seeing it strangely, Mother Wen asked, "What's wrong?"

"Tooth, fell out!"

Who would have thought that the strong teeth would be defeated by a Nandou.

Picking out the teeth from the rice grains, Wen Zijin felt that the place where the teeth fell out was a bit empty.

"Don't lick it casually, otherwise the crooked teeth will look ugly in the future." Mother Wen wrapped the small tooth in paper and taught threateningly, only to see that the child who looked a little dull at first would lose a tooth now. The upper front teeth look even more cute and make people laugh.

And Wen Zijin, who was full of trust in his mother, naturally didn't think too much about it, he nodded his head and made up his mind not to touch her.

Girls, you still need to have nice teeth!

But when Wen Zijin washed himself in the bronze mirror the next morning, he realized that he was missing a tooth, and he didn't look good at all.

Wen Zijin, who was in a depressed mood, didn't recover even after eating his favorite vegetable porridge with minced meat. He even specially asked the waiter not to eat Nandou again.

The morning is the best time to read poems and books. After dinner, Wen Zijin holds the book and reads very seriously.

It's just that because of the lack of a front tooth, it's always a bit awkward to read. Fortunately, there is no one else here, so Wen Zijin doesn't care too much.

When the sun gets bigger and bigger, the coolness of the morning will be replaced by the scorching heat. Wen Zijin, who has never been very afraid of heat, also feels hot these days.

There is an ice basin in the room, but my mother said that it is not allowed to play around, so Wen Zijin rarely takes the initiative to play with ice.

The weather was so hot that he didn't concentrate, Wen Zijin was rarely distracted, lying sideways on the couch on one side, the large robe was spread out casually, his small body was not even as wide as the robe.

Wen Zijin felt that maybe Sister Ye was really busy. After all, adults always have a lot of things to do, and even mother has a lot of things to deal with every day.

But when he thought that he didn't even have a confession, Wen Zijin felt a little uncomfortable. After thinking over and over again, Wen Zijin still felt that if he could come to play with him every once in a while, that would be okay.

Probably if Wen Zijin had more contact with his peers, he would understand that he was sulking, and in the end he convinced himself.

The bell next to the window, which had always been quiet, suddenly jingled non-stop. Wen Zijin looked at the bell sideways, thinking that he hadn't seen any ghosts in recent days.

The bell was still ringing non-stop, Wen Zijin didn't want to get up lazily, and closed his eyes to listen to the rather noisy sound, until the bead curtain was slowly lifted and then scattered again vaguely, and the sound of footsteps was approaching.

"Young master, is this considered a slack in homework?"

The voice was different from that of an ordinary waiter. Wen Zijin opened his eyes and saw that he was wearing a black gauze skirt, while the woman was standing aside. Although there was no smile between her eyebrows and eyes, she was still very kind.

Wen Zijin felt a sense of joy that all wishes come true, but when he was about to grin, he suddenly remembered that he was not very good-looking with one tooth missing.

So Wen Zijin sat up with a sullen little face, holding a book in his hand and asked: "Sister Ye, why are you here?"

"I'm satisfied with the matter at hand, so today I have free time to come and check the little master's homework." The woman was still holding the thick bamboo scroll in her hand, with a relaxed and natural expression, as if she didn't care about Wen Zijin's small movements at all.

"In the past, the old master would arrange homework every day, but now Zijin arranges calligraphy and reading by himself, without arranging specific homework."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zijin pursed his lips tightly, stretched out his hands to grind ink, and prepared to practice calligraphy.

The woman glanced past the focused child, then slowly looked away and said: "Yesterday I heard that the young master sent a servant to inquire about my whereabouts. Is the young master angry with me now?"

Wen Zijin paused for a moment, Nayin rolled up his loose robe, revealing that his slender wrist was holding the ink stick.

"Zijin is not angry with Sister Ye." Wen Zijin looked at the woman in front of her seriously, then looked away at the inkstone and carefully ground the ink and whispered. "Zijin is just worried about Sister Ye."

Wen Zijin, who has few playmates, cherishes this rare person very much.

"Worried?" The woman's hand holding the bamboo scroll trembled slightly, her eyes turned to the child who was studying the ink seriously, "Why are you worried about me, young master?"

Wen Zijin slowed down, looked at the woman seriously and said, "Sister Ye has been kind to me for saving my life, and even played chess with me, so Zijin should be worried."

There was no falsehood in what she said, even Wen Zijin felt a little nervous, but the woman opposite just looked away lightly, as if she didn't intend to respond.

Feeling disappointed, Wen Zijin didn't go to see her again, thinking that if she was a mother, she would be happy.

But why does Sister Ye seem to not care at all?

Wen Zijin, who had been trying not to get angry before, suddenly felt stuffy in his chest, and he couldn't relieve it even after exhaling several breaths.

After a while, after Wen Zijin practiced a few words, the discomfort in his heart disappeared.

Recalling that Sister Ye said that she would randomly check her homework, Wen Zijin looked at the woman opposite and asked, "What homework will Sister Ye arrange for Zijin today?"

The woman looked away from the bamboo scroll, and met those bright eyes, which were frank, sincere and unguarded, which could easily make one's heart soften.

"Forget it, the young master will learn to read and write according to his own ideas. If there is anything you don't understand, just ask me."

Wen Zijin nodded, looked at the poems in front of him, and thought that he knew most of them, and it must be easier for Sister Ye.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Zijin got up and went to the bookcase at the back, and took out a quite different book from it, which was different from the Four Books and Five Classics. come and see.

"The writing in this book is very weird. I wonder if Sister Ye has read it?" After sitting down again, Wen Zijin carefully flipped over the rather fragile paper and read: "For example, this kind of description has gods and men, eight poems of people face, the body of a tiger with ten tails, the name is Tianwu"

Wen Zijin asked quite seriously: "Is it true that there are people with eight heads and a tiger body with ten tails behind them?"

After finishing speaking, Wen Zijin himself didn't believe it, but if it was ghosts, he had seen a lot of ghosts over the years, but most of them were just like people. Why did there suddenly appear such strange ghosts?

The woman approached a little closer, and reached out to take the heavy book as a response from memory: "I seem to have seen this before."

Hey?

Wen Zijin suddenly panicked, and didn't know whether to believe this, or if this sister was scaring people.