[Rebirth] Deep house raising dumplings

Yin Chan's dream was very blurred, as if surrounded by endless emptiness, the turbulent fog rushed towards his face, but he couldn't grasp anything to rely on when he stretched out his hand.In this solitude, all she can think of is her lonely and boring childhood, facing the trembling emotions of the mistress, and the fear and helplessness of the gradual decline of the family. All these seem to bind her suddenly like a cage of restraint.

It's been more than a month since he left that house, and he was used as a tool and pawn and sold at a price, but when he thinks about it, Yin Yang still feels a little chilled.Of course, maybe in the dream, these negative thoughts will indeed be magnified several times, and they will devour themselves like a tiger.

Yin Chan hates such dreams. She told herself that she had already figured it out and accepted her value to the Yin family, but why looking at this cold white mist still made people feel hopeless.

She wanted to go out, but looking around, where was the source?

Suddenly, she seemed to hear a childish voice coming from somewhere, piercing through the elusive white mist and reaching her side.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law?"

Yin Yang took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Xi Wanxiang was taken aback by her cousin's sister-in-law who suddenly opened her eyes and looked straight at her. She took a step back and almost slipped on her back when she stepped on the rose dew.

"Tang, sister-in-law, me, I didn't do it on purpose, I just came here to let you see my handwriting..." Wan Xiang looked at Tang's sister-in-law's plain face without makeup and her slender arms, shyly not coming Very quickly, like a life-saving straw, he lifted up the rice paper he was holding tightly in his hand, and simply covered his entire face tightly.

Before Yin Yang could react, there was a rush of footsteps outside the screen, and then Jinlian appeared beside the screen with a bucket of hot water in his arms.

The hot air in the wooden barrel held in his hand was billowing, and Wan Xiang was standing behind, so Jinlian didn't see Wan Xiang's figure, so he apologized casually: "I'm sorry, Young Madam, the firewood in the firewood room was not enough, so I will It took a long time to find someone to move some more."

"It's okay, put down the hot water. You take the second lady out. I fell asleep just now, and I didn't notice when the water was cold. Fortunately, Wanxiang woke me up, otherwise I would have caught a cold." Putting his hands to his mouth, Ryo took a deep breath.

"Second Miss?" Confused, Jin quickly put down the wooden bucket in her hand, only then did she see the flushed evening fragrance behind the bathtub.

"Why is Second Miss's face so red? But it's hot again?" Jinlian put down his rolled up cuffs, hurried over to hold Wan Xiang's hand, and put the other hand on her forehead to test the heat.

"No, no, I'm fine, I'm fine." Wan Xiang seemed to wake up from a dream, put her hands on her face to cool down, and grinned at Yin Chan, "Sister-in-law, I'm fine, I'm going out first!"

As she said that, Xi Wanxiang hurriedly dragged Jinlian and went around in small steps without looking back.

Sitting under the veranda, Wanxiang became much more awake when the cool evening breeze blew, she raised her head and said to Jinlian who was sitting beside her: "Sister Jinlian, sister-in-law, did she not sleep well at night? It's the second time I've seen her doze off."

Jinlian raised her slender eyebrows and looked into the room: "Young Madam just fell asleep in the bath?"

Wan Xiang nodded, and recalled that extremely evocative scene, her cheeks flushed, and she slapped her face with both hands. What was red? It was just a beauty coming out of the bath. I hadn't seen enough of my body before rebirth. ?What a fuss!

Jin Lian didn't pay attention to Wan Xiang's reaction, just hugged his knees, sighed, and whispered: "To tell the truth, Second Miss, the young lady hasn't slept very well these two days. I can see it every time I wake up at night. There is still a bean lamp lit in the young lady's house."

"What's the matter with her cousin?"

Jin Lian shook his head: "It's not a day or two for the young lady to sleep well at night. She always repeats it over and over again, and there will be sleepless days at intervals. I used to have nightmares or something, but recently I haven't told me about it. But she has such a temper, and she seldom talks about it with others when she feels uncomfortable. She also doesn’t let me go to the doctor to ask about taking some medicine or something. She always says it’s just a trivial matter. Do it in a hurry."

Insomnia... Wan Xiang thought about it, and indeed she seemed to be a person who likes to hide her thoughts deeply, and no one said what was on her mind, so it was easy to overthink if she kept it hidden.

But what is she worrying about?The Xi family did not treat her badly, at least they provided food and drink for her, and now they are slowly taking over the accounts of the bank, so they will always get grandma's favor.Could it be the matter of the original natal family?Wan Xiang tilted her head and thought for a moment, maybe, the aristocratic family is much more complicated than this kind of country gentry.

Before she could ask Jinlian, the door of the room opened, and Yin Yang returned to her original neat and dignified appearance.

"Sister-in-law." Wan Xiang turned her head and gave her a sweet smile.

"I've made a lot of progress. The words circled by the master are really well-written." Yin Tang stood up the few sheets of calligraphy that Wanxiang brought, and sat at the desk and looked at them carefully, "However, Bai The jade is slightly flawed, and there are still some places that are not in place."

As she spoke, she put down the calligraphy, took off the small brush from the pen mount, licked the ink, and re-drawn the pen on Wan Xiang's original characters.

"The writing should be light and easy. It can be seen that you have written some big characters before. However, writing small letters is the opposite. It is better to use a sharp edge, and it is better to stop or lift the pen when closing the pen, so that you can be flexible." Yin Chan said. , glanced sideways at Wan Xiang, who was full of seriousness, and smiled slightly, "There is still structure. Large characters are difficult to be dense, and small characters are difficult to be generous. If you write too tightly, the whole article will appear cramped. If you are too restrictive, It will appear curled up. It can only be retracted freely so that it can penetrate naturally."

Wan Xiang half-understood the modified calligraphy from Yin Dang's hands, and the small, rigid characters that she always thought were slightly modified were really lively and beautiful.

"Sister-in-law is amazing!" Xi Wanxiang couldn't help admiring.

"You're much better than me. It's not easy to write such refreshing words in just two days." Yin Chan smiled softly and patted Wan Xiang's head.

Just as he was talking, Jin Lian came in with a palm-sized sachet, pushed the door open, handed the sachet to Wan Xiang, and said with a puzzled look: "Second Miss, fresh orange peel, Pear and banana peels, but what do you want them for?"

Wan Xiang took the sachet, jumped off the tall round stool, put it next to the brocade pillow of Kesi noodles, and muttered: "I remember Baidu said that the fragrance of fresh fruit can cure insomnia..." She said again She clapped her hands and asked Jinlian, "By the way, where's the milk?"

Jin Lian said: "I asked the kitchen, and they said it happened to be used up. After autumn, there is little milk and so on, and it is not easy to preserve."

Wan Xiang puffed her cheeks: "Okay."

Mother Song's voice came from the corridor, probably because she was a little anxious seeing that Wanxiang hadn't returned to her room until late at night.

Hearing Mama Song calling her, Wan Xiang couldn't help but think of her brutal hair pulling skills, and her scalp tingled for a while.However, thinking that my cousin's sister-in-law didn't sleep deeply at all, if she continued to make trouble, she was afraid of disturbing her rest, so she reluctantly said goodbye to Yin Dang.

After the little girl left, Yin Chen frowned slightly and took the sachet up, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, it was really soothing to the body and mind.Yin Tang shook the sachet, with a smile on his lips: "Is this Wan Xiang's idea?"

Jin Lian smiled and nodded: "I don't know if this method is effective or not. She also said that there is a lullaby, some massage... but the slaves don't know how, and she was called away by Song's mother. The second lady is really weird, I don't know Where did you learn it. If the young lady can rest well tonight, I have to thank the second lady."

The author has something to say: Massage or something, um, hehehe [I seem to think of some interesting picture

Wan Xiang (serious face): What are you thinking, she is only eight years old.

Author: Yes, yes, an eight-year-old body lives with a 28-year-old aunt (>_>)

Thank you Anton Baby for Lei~~~ε-(′?｀;)