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She once said that Tang's mother is a beautiful and intelligent person, so naturally she realized that her little daughter left home for no reason and went to other places.It was still a rainy day, and she suddenly remembered that her daughter might still be writing her poems at the desk at this time, so she called a confidant maid, brought hot white fungus soup from the kitchen, and held an umbrella, to her daughter's yard.

unmanned.

When she saw the room with the lights off, she thought so firmly.

Once upon a time, one day, her daughter stepped on the raindrops and ran to her yard in a rainy day. She held up the paper in her hand and said, "Mother, how do I write this?" Some wild fonts were engraved on the yellowed paper, it was a little poem.

Summer lotus dyed red candles, pearl string curtains.

She touched the head of her innocent daughter and said to her, "You write really well."

Now, it has been a long time.

Tang's mother knocked on the door, but there was no sound, and then she consciously went to wake up the handyman Qingnu who was sleeping in her daughter's yard, and opened the door.

Quietly, just like her, her daughter Huixin.

I lit the candles that hadn't burned halfway, and the room instantly brightened.

Tang's mother sat down and questioned Qing Nu who was woken up in a hurry, realizing that she went back to rest, and then waited for her daughter to come back.

During the period, the confidant maid insisted on putting a cloak on her, but she refused.

"A Sheng, we can talk about it when Hui Xin comes back."

She showed a lonely and desolate smile, which made Ah Sheng startled, and shut up as promised.

The wind at night was very cool, and the moonlight became more and more misty. The candlelight flickered, as if it was going to be extinguished at any time, but it stood tenaciously.

Mother Tang recalled her little daughter, she was a very pitiful girl, yes, girl, she never really grew up, she just imitated the elders clumsily.

Not long ago, once, she picked up a poem written by her daughter, which was more in tune with her heart than when she was a child, and the words were more beautiful, just like a beautiful picture scroll.

It's no wonder the master wants to use her words, Mother Tang thought, and the candle beside her flickered.

She couldn't be more familiar with her daughter's poems. She basically read them all when she was a child. Although there are fewer of them when she grows up, the sadness and coldness in the poems are always there.

What is she thinking?

Mother Tang didn't understand.

Finally, Tang Huixin returned to the yard and saw the light in her own room. She immediately guessed who it was - mother, and also thought of a way to deal with it.

Unexpectedly, the mother didn't care about why she went out, but just asked A Sheng to bring her the white fungus soup that was hot on the stove.

"Huixin, don't hurt yourself."

She drank it sip by gulp.

"After all, you are just a girl, so you can't tolerate stains."

Tang Huixin finished the tremella soup.

That pair of beautiful eyes just looked at Mother Tang indifferently, and her body, which was already taller than her, sat upright.

This is her daughter, Tang's mother is in a trance, this is not the daughter she thought.

At some point, the girl she thought had grown up was completely different from what she thought.

"Mother, Huixin has always understood."

"...Huixin", Mother Tang said hesitantly, "If you really want to do this, don't break away halfway."

Her eyes flickered for a moment, like candles beside her, flickering in the night wind.

"Hui Xin knows."

But hard to extinguish.

As night fell, Tang Huixin was lying on the bed, quietly thinking about the conversation with her mother tonight, and in the end, she could only sigh.

"Who are you waiting for?"

Hong Xing casually put on a coat, didn't care about her bare shoulders and chest, just stood weak and boneless by the pillar and looked at Haitang.

Haitang didn't look at her, but answered her words.

"I didn't wait for anyone."

"But I saw it, that Mr. Baizhou..."

Hong Xing hugged the clothes that had slipped off unintentionally, and smiled charmingly, as if mocking.

"You're in love with him."

"So what? Could it be that you are thinking about yourself when you sleep?"

What does it mean, Hongxing is really very clear.

She licked her lips and sighed slowly.

"I didn't expect our most noble Miss Haitang to have a sweetheart—it's really expected. If that young master gets tired of you one day, don't forget Hongxing."

"How do you have fate!"

Haitang became angry in an instant, flicked her sleeves, and went back to the room on her own, leaving Hongxing shaking her head and smiling coquettishly, and then went outside.

Her swaying and swaying is really graceful.

Also very sad.

The author has something to say: Storyteller: Poor parents all over the world—everyone, it may be lucky or unfortunate to be born into a wealthy family.

In the world, the happiness of a person does not lie in his birth, but in himself and those around him.

Not much to say, the following is also ups and downs, and I hope everyone will laugh and accept (then hug a pile of copper coins).