Fanwai 16 Walking late in front of the door, green moss for a lifetime
The Jiang family in the north of the city has been wearing hairpins for generations.
The country of Cangwu neither valued literature nor favored martial arts. After ten years of hard study, the fame gained was neither high nor low, enough to shelter three generations of descendants. The ancestors of the Jiang family worked hard for half their lives, earned a good family fortune, and left behind the ancestral teachings. The descendants must
Put diligence and study first, and do not like leisure, hate work, or be arrogant and extravagant.
In this generation, the eldest son has a youngest son who has a smart face since he was a child. He was influenced by the family tradition and started going to school early. He is also quite intelligent and is often praised by his master for his future achievements.
The young master is the elder son of the head of the Jiang family, so the family will naturally treat him more pampered and not as strict as the older brothers and sisters. Also, at a young age, he is inevitably playful and lively by nature. As long as he doesn't get too angry, he won't
The young master was really happy to be asked to do his job. He thought that if he could continue like this, his life would be comfortable, and he would be worthy of his ancestors if he could get some fame in the future.
However, the good times did not last long. One summer evening, after he had finished reviewing his homework, he was catching crickets with his boy when he was unexpectedly found by the nanny back to the front yard, saying that he wanted to see an important guest.
The parents are at the top, and several brothers are standing at the bottom. In the seat is an old gentleman with gray beard and kind face. The father said that the teacher in the private school at home is getting old, and the great scholar will continue to teach from now on. He wants them to
Brothers are more diligent in their studies and must not disappoint the old man who traveled thousands of miles to teach.
The young master nodded obediently, bowed to the new master and served tea in a proper manner - for him, it was the same no matter who taught him, although the previous gentleman had a generous temper and was extremely kind, he was reluctant to let go.
Halfway through the second day, this emotion started to ferment. The new gentleman seemed to have a gentle face, but in fact he was a strict old man who always wanted to hit the book boys. He didn't like this old man, but he didn't dare to express it.
I spent every day in the school with a worried look on my face, and finally managed to stay up until the end of school. From time to time I heard the "good news" that my husband was coming over to have dinner with me.
Fortunately, his homework was not left behind, and he was not carried to the stage every day to watch the teacher pick up the crooked homework and show it to the classmates.
Just wait and see, when this gentleman gets old, he will probably be relieved. But at that time, I will be almost at the age to take exams, so there is no need to attend any private school.
The boring life lasted for a long time, until one day, the maid brought in a group of little girls who had just bought a house and asked him to choose one to serve Bi Mo. The girls had been screened in advance, and they were all good-looking and comely, and they stood together as instructed.
In the row, those who are brave will even smile at their master to show their kindness.
The young master of the Jiang family just raised his head from the pile of books. He had never been interested in these things. He thought his parents wanted to pick someone to restrain him. He pointed with a finger and settled on the thin girl standing at the end.
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She said that she had not had a proper name since she was a child, but he gave her the name "Guanying" because she spoke sweetly and sweetly, like the yellow warbler in spring. It was a pity that the little girl took good care of her, but she was rarely willing to speak.
At that time, he went to and from the study every day, and there were naturally attendants around him to help carry boxes and book bags. Guanying stayed in the room, waiting for him to come back, serving warm tea and soup. She didn't like to talk.
He rarely dares to raise his eyes and look directly at people, looking like the poor and thin kitten in the corner of the backyard.
"Why don't you talk? Where is your home? Do you miss your family?"
The weather was fine, and Guan Ying was washing teapots in the yard. He lowered his head as usual and walked close to the wall when entering or leaving. The young master was really curious, so he quietly came forward and suddenly spoke, which startled the little maid. This was the first time he saw it.
Her eyes were bright and full of life.
"Ah! Come back to the young master, this slave... I don't have any family anymore." The maid screamed in fright and almost dropped the teapot in her hand. She quickly lowered her head and whispered back, as if it was just a hallucination.
The young master suddenly felt bored. Guanying had been in his study for half a year, and she probably didn't speak more than a hundred words to him. She was always in a dull mood. Even if she made some mistakes occasionally, she would be taken care of by her mother-in-law.
They scolded me, but there was not a single complaint.
"Oh, sorry."
He felt something was wrong, he seemed to have hit someone's sore spot - Guanying lowered her head, but her thin shoulders were shaking, there was a sob in her throat, and a few insignificant traces of tears fell on the ground. She said,
Isn't it the most sad thing to have no family?
As soon as she apologized, the little maid usually knelt down for the young master, even saying that the slave didn't dare. Young Master Jiang was angry and funny, so he pulled her up and told her solemnly not to kneel down at all times in the future, and he didn't want to eat.
How could a human insect be so terrifying?
"Since you don't have a home anymore, then treat this place as your home. I will be your family." The young master took Guanying back to the study and took the snacks on the table for her to eat: "This was just brought from the kitchen.
The jujube paste cake made by Mother Liu is the most delicious, I like it the most, you should try it too."
Guanying still held the teapot in her hand, but she didn't dare to take it. The young master took it directly and generously stuffed the date paste cake into the palm of the maid's hand. The pastry was made into a flower shape and was lit with rouge, which was very beautiful.
"Eat it quickly, I gave it to you." The young master urged her to taste it, and she took a bite obediently. The puff pastry was stacked in thousands of layers, the date paste filling was soft, and the sweetness was filled with the aroma of dried fruits, as if lard had been added.
After frying, as soon as the cake was swallowed into the throat, tears suddenly came out of nowhere.
"Oh, what's wrong with you? Don't cry, it's not delicious..."
The young master was caught off guard by her, and he grabbed a silk handkerchief in his hand. He was too embarrassed to wipe the tears of a girl. The maid held half a piece of jujube paste cake and was still crying. It was rare that she took the initiative to talk to the young master for a long time.
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"When I was a child, I was a slave in my own home with my mother... My father didn't like us, and my mother didn't have good food and clothing, so we were often hungry... One year, my mother was so happy that she brought in a plate of jujube paste cakes.
, this is the smell... After that, not long after, my mother was gone..."
The more Guanying talked, the sadder she became. Tears burst out uncontrollably, and tears streaked her face. Her mother in charge taught her to apply some powder and rouge to prevent her face from turning sallow and unsightly. Now the tears washed away her face, which was counterproductive.
The young master fell silent, lowered his head, lowered his body, and tugged at the corner of the maid's clothes as if asking for mercy: "I was wrong, okay? It's my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to talk about your family. Hey, isn't this jujube crispy?
Okay, don’t eat it. Just wait until tomorrow. I asked Mother Liu to make wisteria cakes instead. By the way, what do you want to eat? Pine nuts or yam cakes? Just tell me. Don’t worry, I won’t be there in the future.