After wearing the mirror, she became her patron saint

Shu Mengli was startled by the sudden noise, subconsciously wanted to ask what's wrong.

Just when he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that he was just a mirror, so he could only keep quiet and wait quietly for Jiang Weilu to explore.

But it is inevitable to worry about the children.

Shu Mengli reached out and tapped lightly on the water curtain to signal Jiang Weilu to be careful.

Fortunately, Jiang Weilu received her signal and raised his hand to touch the small mirror.

Said that he knew, and my sister didn't have to worry.

The sudden noise in the flower room was actually not far from Jiang Weilu, just behind the row of flower stands in front of him.

Jiang Weilu walked cautiously around the corner of the flower stand and saw the scene behind.

Sitting in Shu Mengli who can't do anything in front of the water curtain, he finally knows what happened.

Behind the flower stand, the old butler who Shu Mengli thought was not simple a few days ago was curled up on the ground in pain, his hands tightly covering his right leg, and cold sweat dripped down his face.

Beside him, the beautiful flowerpot shattered to the ground, which was the source of the astonishing noise just now.

However, the scene in the water curtain just stopped here, without changing for a while.

For a moment, Shu Mengli didn't know whether the child was frightened or had no intention of going forward to help at all.

He could only reach out and tap the water curtain in front of him to remind her.

After being reminded by her sister, Jiang Weilu finally moved.

The girl stepped forward and reached out to help the old housekeeper who was curled up on the ground in pain.

The old man had no choice but to lean on Jiang Weilu, and the cold sweat dripped down his forehead in the winter.

After taking two deep breaths, he finally regained his strength, and thanked Jiang Weilu: "Thank you, Miss."

In the lonely and desolate old villa in Li Town, there are only Jiang Weilu and the old housekeeper, plus at most half of Shu Mengli in the mirror.

So in the past half a month, the old butler has become Jiang Weilu's tool for practicing smiling, and gradually mastered how to smile.

Therefore, the relationship between the two can be considered.

At this moment Jiang Weilu heard the old housekeeper's words, shook his head, and the corners of his lips curled into a well-timed smirk.

"It's okay, what's wrong with you?"

The old housekeeper grinned in pain, and replied with a forced smile.

"It's okay, I'm sick, my legs hurt when it's cold."

After finishing speaking, he added a sentence as if joking: "It seems that there will be heavy snow again tomorrow."

Jiang Weilu let the old man rely on him, just smiled, not interested in talking, not interested in other people's suffering.

The old housekeeper noticed her vague alienation, smiled and shook his head.

"Miss, don't worry about me, the old man. Let me sit here for a while, and I will be fine in a while."

Jiang Weilu looked at him sideways, his eyes were quiet and deep, and he was silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

Afterwards, he really nodded in agreement, and said hello with a smile, and then turned and left after seeing that the old housekeeper could stand still.

After her back.In the silent flower room.

The old butler's face seemed to be getting older. He leaned on the unstable flower stand, bent down in pain, and staggered forward step by step.

Sitting in the mirror, Shu Mengli was stunned by Jiang Weilu's decisive operation.

I just left, and I really didn’t help if I said I wouldn’t help.

Anyway, help the old man to sit there.

But after thinking about it, I realized it wasn't that surprising.

After getting along with each other these days, Shu Mengli vaguely discovered that although children can laugh and make trouble in front of her, they have opened up to themselves.

But in fact, she is still gloomy and withdrawn in essence, with an awkward personality.

Perhaps it was the experience of these years that made her become lonely and selfish, and until now, even her empathy has become very weak.

She had a hard time empathizing with other people's pain.

Perhaps Lulu subconsciously felt that when I was in trouble, no one would reach out to me, so why would she help others?

If she is allowed to develop like this, Shu Mengli can hardly imagine what the child will become in the future.

Shu Mengli shook her head violently in the mirror space, no no no!Her lovely Lulu must not be like this!

She shouldn't just smile at herself, after all, she just exists in the mirror, and she doesn't know when she will disappear.

Perhaps, when will it never come again?

So Lulu needs to have her own life and have other relatives and friends.

She hopes that she is kind, brave, and able to smile happily, instead of living indifferently in her own world.

So when Jiang Weilu walked to a secluded place, Shu Mengli opened his mouth softly.

"Lulu, do you think the old housekeeper is pitiful?"

Hearing her sister's words, Jiang Weilu paused, her pupils shrank slightly, and her heart couldn't help but beat a little faster.

Did she do something wrong?

Did she do something wrong?

Sure enough, should have stayed just now?

Was it because she didn't help the old housekeeper just now that my sister stopped her?

Will my sister hate her because of this!

Jiang Weilu's heart skipped a beat, because Shu Mengli's simple question made a lot of thoughts in his mind, and he froze in place.

She was born in the Jiang family where foxes lived since she was a child, so she was naturally not a stupid person, but she was suppressed by her stepmother and ignored by her father since she was a child, which is why she had such a miserable life.

She is very smart, so smart that Shu Mengli even thinks that the word genius can be used to describe her.

In the past half month, under the guidance of Shu Mengli, Jiang Weilu has made rapid progress.

Whether it is calligraphy, painting skills, or other courses of study, it easily surpasses the hard work of others for half a year or even a year.

So Jiang Weilu easily comprehended the meaning of Shu Meng's few words, as well as the expectations for her.

My sister hopes that she loves to laugh, is not withdrawn, and becomes a kind person.

Laughter can be practiced, but what about kindness?

She is smart, genius, but impersonal.

Jiang Weilu panicked for a moment, because she knew what she was like, and her selfishness and indifference were carved into her bones.

If my sister knows that she can't change at all, will she dislike her, will she hate her like this.

Even, will he leave her just like that!

Do not!

Absolutely not!

You must not be hated by your sister.

Jiang Weilu lowered his panic-shrunk pupils, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

Then he hid his unfeeling heart and pretended to be distressed.

Even his voice became the kind tone that his sister hoped for.

"Okay, it seems to be a little bit."

That's the downside of being stuck in the mirror.

The small round mirror was placed in Jiang Weilu's chest pocket, and Shu Mengli sat in front of the water curtain, unable to see the other's face at all.

And she just has a strong observation ability, and she doesn't calculate everything accurately, and she can't hear anything unusual from Jiang Weilu's tone.

Shu Mengli breathed a sigh of relief, and thought happily that the child is still young, and there is still hope of breaking it.

"Then Lulu, why don't we help him?"

Jiang Weilu touched the small mirror on his chest, and heaved a sigh of relief, then a smile appeared on his lips, and he answered sweetly.

"Okay."

So less than 10 minutes.

The old butler, who was struggling to walk in the conservatory holding the shelf, was surprised to see Jiang Weilu who had gone and returned.

At this time, Jiang Weilu had a proper smile on his face, and walked over to support the old housekeeper.

"I'm still a little worried after thinking about it, so I came to see you."

"And it suddenly occurred to me that I learned a set of massage techniques from a sister I knew before, maybe it can help me."

The older sister I knew was naturally Shu Mengli, and she also taught me how to massage.

The reason why Shu Mengli knew this was because her grandma was an old Chinese doctor.

The well-known calligrapher grandfather in the family accidentally injured his leg when he was young. When he was old, his symptoms were the same as those of the old housekeeper, always hurting.

So grandma created an original massage method for grandpa, which is very useful.

So Shu Mengli somehow knew how to relieve this pain.

But Jiang Weilu's words made the old housekeeper a little surprised, endured the pain, and looked at Jiang Weilu with a slightly strange look.

It's amazing.

In the Jiang family, which has always been indifferent to people, unexpectedly there is a warm-hearted little guy.

Fortunately, I just thought about it in my heart, otherwise Shu Mengli would have rolled her eyes if she heard it, and this indifference would have been engraved into her DNA as a family trait.

The old housekeeper's leg hurts, but he still couldn't help asking.

"How did Missy learn this?"

Thinking of her sister, Jiang Weilu smiled sincerely this time: "It is always useful to learn more, why don't you let me try?"

The old butler saw that Jiang Weilu didn't want to elaborate on this matter, so he didn't ask any more.

At his age, how can he still be interested in inquiring about children's privacy.

After hesitating for a moment, he nodded and agreed to Jiang Weilu's proposal: "Then thank you Miss."

As for how dare he, a housekeeper, let the eldest lady rub his legs?

Hehe, even if Mr. Jiang did this, maybe he can afford it.

The other party's agreement was within Jiang Weilu's expectation, and without any surprise, he helped the old housekeeper into his bedroom.

Jiang Weilu squatted down, rolled up the trousers of the old housekeeper, and saw the skinny legs, which made Shu Mengli and Jiang Weilu couldn't help taking a breath.

That calf was dry and thin, but what was surprising was that there were scars stretching across it, distorted and ugly like a centipede.

Perhaps one of these wounds has gone deep to the bone, and has become the source of pain in this old age.

Jiang Weilu's eyelids drooped slightly, he calmed down and didn't look any further, and quietly massaged up according to the method Shu Mengli just taught.

The child's hands are warm and comfortable when they touch the cold skin.

When the fingertips passed slightly, the strength was neither light nor heavy, and it set off waves of warmth, which made the old housekeeper couldn't help but relax a little.

However this does not stop.

The old butler found that his hands were like magic. The place he pressed became hotter and hotter, forming a warm current that traveled through his body.

As time went by, this warmth finally seemed to turn into a scorching fire, and the old butler was sweating on his forehead, and he couldn't sit still faintly.

But at the same time, the pain was unbearable.

The pain that was once entrenched in the bones was pressed by the heat, and it actually showed signs of fading slowly.

Although small, it at least proved to be useful.

For those who have searched for medicine for many years without success, it is a lucky beginning.

The old butler was surprised and almost stood up from the stool.

There was even a feeling of tears welling up in my eyes.

If you can't empathize with yourself, you won't know what this pain is like, but perhaps it can be summed up in a simple sentence, that is, it hurts so much that you want to die.

The pain is actually not that severe.

But it was as if being framed up and lingering, as long and slow as cutting the flesh and blood with a knife, and the pain followed like a shadow.

It's like there are ants crawling in the bones, biting the marrow bite by bite, making people want to tear the flesh and bones apart, scratching hard enough to live in peace.

Such pain, even if it is as strong as the old butler, it is happy to be relieved.

Originally, he just had the attitude that it is better to try than give up, so he asked Jiang Weilu to try.

It turned out that it was actually useful!

Moreover, even if such a magical technique is not a unique secret, it should be extremely important.

But what is surprising is that the kid didn't hide it from him at all just now.

So the meaning is obvious, whether it is successful or not, I will give you this massage technique.

Fortunately, this method really worked. If this method is used for long-term treatment in the future, the pain will gradually go away from him.

The old housekeeper who had been suffering for many years suddenly had the hope of being cured, and the old housekeeper who was stuffed with a big gift didn't know what to say for a while.

After calming down for a while, he took a deep breath and bowed slightly to Jiang Weilu in a polite and gentlemanly manner.

"Thank you ma'am."