As autumn becomes stronger, the single shirts on people can no longer resist the bone-to-bone coolness.
Walking on the path with falling leaves, Xihe looked at the foggy sky and exhaled a breath of cold air. He tightened the delicate waistcoat that Liang An gave her on her body, and walked casually.
It has been October. Since Baiyu Ying and Baiyu Luo made a big fuss in Ding'an's Mansion that day, Xihe has deeply realized what is different from before, but what is not clear. She was puzzled and puzzled about this.
After the two-year agreement, Liangsuke Liangan spoiled her even more. She felt so, but the reason still made her confused and thought depressedly, did she become stupid?
Why are you getting more and more confused about them?
She couldn't make up for her mind, shook her head irritably, walked across the boulevard and went straight to Zhiweifang. She didn't just go shopping today. She has always been a big deal except for her own birthday. Of course, after she was four years old, Xihe began to be low-key, and Liangyou Liangan was no longer extravagant, but she still held a seat in the royal palace in private.
However, their birthdays were very low-key. Xihe has lived with them for six years and has not seen them celebrate well. There is no banquet or guests. It is just two more dishes than usual. It seems that they are not keen on comparing them. However, Liang Chun gives them a lot of things from the palace every year. Compared with his own, it is really a world.
On the tenth day of October, Xihe remembers that this was Liang Jie Liang'an's birthday. They were born on the same month and on the same day, but they were a year away. Xihe was always surprised by this and could only sigh at the wonders of the world.
Her birthday was valued, but she didn't care about it. Xihe was moved and felt a little sad, so she decided to give them a gift. Although it might be insignificant, it was her own wish after all.
The Zhiweifang invites all the pastry chefs with great skills. They are very good at making small foods that are rough but have a more modern taste based on the recipes Xihe said. Without the assistance of modern advanced equipment, it can be done by hand alone. I have to sigh at the profoundness of folk craftsmanship.
Today, Xihe specially drew pictures to let the masters find a way to make the first birthday cake of this era. This is also her selfishness. Looking at the masters' surprised and interesting eyes, thinking of the two people at home, I suddenly felt a hint of expectation in my heart. In order to surprise them, Zhiweifang has never made and sold birthday cakes for the past four years. Will they be happy to see it?
For the whole afternoon, Xihe stayed in the production room of Zhiweifang to discuss with the masters how to make cakes. Although she was basically versatile, cooking skills and craftsmanship were her faults. She could not learn them no matter how much she learned them. Therefore, she could only provide information to the masters. After wasting a lot of materials, she finally had a decent finished product. She finally carried the carefully prepared gifts. As soon as she stepped out of Zhiweifang, she found that it was already late and it was raining outside.
There were only three or two pedestrians carrying umbrellas left on the road. Qin Sang was waiting at the door with an umbrella. When he saw her coming out, his eyes lit up and came up to hold her umbrella.
The rain was not heavy, and Xihe did not let Qin Sang carry her, but only handed the cake to him to take the exquisite bamboo umbrella made specifically for him, and the two of them walked back.
It is rare to see the rain in the sunset, and it only falls three times a year, but it rains for a very long time and often it will not turn clear without seven or eight days.
The temperature became cooler at night, and it was raining at this moment, and the coldness soaked the bones. A layer of chicken skin appeared faintly on his body. Xihe lifted the umbrella slightly, and his little scarred fingernails were blue and white. He stretched out the umbrella and connected a few drops of rain, which made the heart feel cold.
Seeing her frowning slightly, Qinsang sighed and did not make a sound. This little master still gave him a headache.
It has not rained for a long time, and the dryness in the air is washed by the rain, with a fresh and slightly moist coolness that penetrates the heart and makes the mood feel much more comfortable.
Looking at this rare world in the rain, Xihe turned the umbrella handle and watched around while walking.
There were gradually no one on the road, and the surroundings were gray. The walls on both sides showed mottled blue-gray and vermilion due to the nourishment of the rain, which became more and more impressive under the collision of colors.
Just below the eaves of a house not far from the alley, there was a boy standing. Seeing that the boy was obviously sheltering from the rain, Xihe glanced at the dilapidated eaves above his head, and the broken rotten lantern at the corner of the eaves, and stopped.
Qinsang naturally saw the boy, and to be precise, he didn't seem to look like a boy, but more like an adult.
Little master?
Xihe spoke lightly, he should not be from Ling Cang.
People in Lingcang should know that once it rains, it will enter the rainy season and will never stop in a short period of time. Even if they are in the rain, they will run home. Those who stand under the eaves and hide from the rain are mostly unfamiliar with the wind and water, and they are still under such broken eaves.
Qin Sang nodded and then looked at Xihe. He felt that the little master had something to say, sure enough
Give him my umbrella, let's go back soon.Xihe put away the small bamboo umbrella in his hand and crawled under the large oil paper umbrella of Qinsanga, and handed it to him.
Qinsang nodded, handed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to Xihe, and ran towards the boy under the roof in the rain.
I don’t know what he said to the boy. The boy kept lowering his head and looked at Xihe at the entrance of the alley. At that moment, a wind suddenly blew up. The wind was a little louder. He raised the boy’s hair to cover his face and lifted up the oil paper umbrella in Xihe’s hand. She held the handle of the umbrella tightly with both hands to control it from being blown away. When she loosened her head, she immediately realized that the rope of the mask was opened. The wind was in the air and she couldn’t take action. She could only watch the mask leave her face and fell to the ground, splashing a few drops of mud and water.
When she looked up again, she couldn't help but be stunned. The boy was looking at her. Qin Sang had returned to her side and picked her up. He pointed his toes to the ground to use his light skills to take her away. As he was moving quickly, the gray-black alley was like a silhouette of time, retreating and disappearing into Xihe's pupils. He grabbed the mask stained with rain. She squinted her eyes. She should have read it wrong just now. Thinking of this, she deleted the red eyes from her mind.
From afar, two figures stood in front of the gate. In the rain, the sky and the earth were in chaos, and only the black and white colors were firmly inserted into each other, becoming more obvious.
Seeing them coming back, Liang'an Liangjie smiled first, and when he saw that Xihe was not wearing a mask, he was shocked.
What happened to He'er?Liang An asked anxiously.
As she grows older, her body is growing, and her bones are deforming and her skin is metabolizing. Even so, the scars on Xihe's face cannot be eliminated. Liang An Liangjie collected the most precious essential oil for her to use, but it only made the ugly and terrifying marks fade a little. Now the scars have turned pink, which is much better than they looked a few years ago.
It's okay, the belt is loose.Xihe bent her lips slightly and explained to them. She found that as long as she had a little thing, the two people in front of her would be shocked. It was false that she was not moved by this, and she also felt helpless about them protecting their daughters and becoming crazy.
Walking on the path with falling leaves, Xihe looked at the foggy sky and exhaled a breath of cold air. He tightened the delicate waistcoat that Liang An gave her on her body, and walked casually.
It has been October. Since Baiyu Ying and Baiyu Luo made a big fuss in Ding'an's Mansion that day, Xihe has deeply realized what is different from before, but what is not clear. She was puzzled and puzzled about this.
After the two-year agreement, Liangsuke Liangan spoiled her even more. She felt so, but the reason still made her confused and thought depressedly, did she become stupid?
Why are you getting more and more confused about them?
She couldn't make up for her mind, shook her head irritably, walked across the boulevard and went straight to Zhiweifang. She didn't just go shopping today. She has always been a big deal except for her own birthday. Of course, after she was four years old, Xihe began to be low-key, and Liangyou Liangan was no longer extravagant, but she still held a seat in the royal palace in private.
However, their birthdays were very low-key. Xihe has lived with them for six years and has not seen them celebrate well. There is no banquet or guests. It is just two more dishes than usual. It seems that they are not keen on comparing them. However, Liang Chun gives them a lot of things from the palace every year. Compared with his own, it is really a world.
On the tenth day of October, Xihe remembers that this was Liang Jie Liang'an's birthday. They were born on the same month and on the same day, but they were a year away. Xihe was always surprised by this and could only sigh at the wonders of the world.
Her birthday was valued, but she didn't care about it. Xihe was moved and felt a little sad, so she decided to give them a gift. Although it might be insignificant, it was her own wish after all.
The Zhiweifang invites all the pastry chefs with great skills. They are very good at making small foods that are rough but have a more modern taste based on the recipes Xihe said. Without the assistance of modern advanced equipment, it can be done by hand alone. I have to sigh at the profoundness of folk craftsmanship.
Today, Xihe specially drew pictures to let the masters find a way to make the first birthday cake of this era. This is also her selfishness. Looking at the masters' surprised and interesting eyes, thinking of the two people at home, I suddenly felt a hint of expectation in my heart. In order to surprise them, Zhiweifang has never made and sold birthday cakes for the past four years. Will they be happy to see it?
For the whole afternoon, Xihe stayed in the production room of Zhiweifang to discuss with the masters how to make cakes. Although she was basically versatile, cooking skills and craftsmanship were her faults. She could not learn them no matter how much she learned them. Therefore, she could only provide information to the masters. After wasting a lot of materials, she finally had a decent finished product. She finally carried the carefully prepared gifts. As soon as she stepped out of Zhiweifang, she found that it was already late and it was raining outside.
There were only three or two pedestrians carrying umbrellas left on the road. Qin Sang was waiting at the door with an umbrella. When he saw her coming out, his eyes lit up and came up to hold her umbrella.
The rain was not heavy, and Xihe did not let Qin Sang carry her, but only handed the cake to him to take the exquisite bamboo umbrella made specifically for him, and the two of them walked back.
It is rare to see the rain in the sunset, and it only falls three times a year, but it rains for a very long time and often it will not turn clear without seven or eight days.
The temperature became cooler at night, and it was raining at this moment, and the coldness soaked the bones. A layer of chicken skin appeared faintly on his body. Xihe lifted the umbrella slightly, and his little scarred fingernails were blue and white. He stretched out the umbrella and connected a few drops of rain, which made the heart feel cold.
Seeing her frowning slightly, Qinsang sighed and did not make a sound. This little master still gave him a headache.
It has not rained for a long time, and the dryness in the air is washed by the rain, with a fresh and slightly moist coolness that penetrates the heart and makes the mood feel much more comfortable.
Looking at this rare world in the rain, Xihe turned the umbrella handle and watched around while walking.
There were gradually no one on the road, and the surroundings were gray. The walls on both sides showed mottled blue-gray and vermilion due to the nourishment of the rain, which became more and more impressive under the collision of colors.
Just below the eaves of a house not far from the alley, there was a boy standing. Seeing that the boy was obviously sheltering from the rain, Xihe glanced at the dilapidated eaves above his head, and the broken rotten lantern at the corner of the eaves, and stopped.
Qinsang naturally saw the boy, and to be precise, he didn't seem to look like a boy, but more like an adult.
Little master?
Xihe spoke lightly, he should not be from Ling Cang.
People in Lingcang should know that once it rains, it will enter the rainy season and will never stop in a short period of time. Even if they are in the rain, they will run home. Those who stand under the eaves and hide from the rain are mostly unfamiliar with the wind and water, and they are still under such broken eaves.
Qin Sang nodded and then looked at Xihe. He felt that the little master had something to say, sure enough
Give him my umbrella, let's go back soon.Xihe put away the small bamboo umbrella in his hand and crawled under the large oil paper umbrella of Qinsanga, and handed it to him.
Qinsang nodded, handed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to Xihe, and ran towards the boy under the roof in the rain.
I don’t know what he said to the boy. The boy kept lowering his head and looked at Xihe at the entrance of the alley. At that moment, a wind suddenly blew up. The wind was a little louder. He raised the boy’s hair to cover his face and lifted up the oil paper umbrella in Xihe’s hand. She held the handle of the umbrella tightly with both hands to control it from being blown away. When she loosened her head, she immediately realized that the rope of the mask was opened. The wind was in the air and she couldn’t take action. She could only watch the mask leave her face and fell to the ground, splashing a few drops of mud and water.
When she looked up again, she couldn't help but be stunned. The boy was looking at her. Qin Sang had returned to her side and picked her up. He pointed his toes to the ground to use his light skills to take her away. As he was moving quickly, the gray-black alley was like a silhouette of time, retreating and disappearing into Xihe's pupils. He grabbed the mask stained with rain. She squinted her eyes. She should have read it wrong just now. Thinking of this, she deleted the red eyes from her mind.
From afar, two figures stood in front of the gate. In the rain, the sky and the earth were in chaos, and only the black and white colors were firmly inserted into each other, becoming more obvious.
Seeing them coming back, Liang'an Liangjie smiled first, and when he saw that Xihe was not wearing a mask, he was shocked.
What happened to He'er?Liang An asked anxiously.
As she grows older, her body is growing, and her bones are deforming and her skin is metabolizing. Even so, the scars on Xihe's face cannot be eliminated. Liang An Liangjie collected the most precious essential oil for her to use, but it only made the ugly and terrifying marks fade a little. Now the scars have turned pink, which is much better than they looked a few years ago.
It's okay, the belt is loose.Xihe bent her lips slightly and explained to them. She found that as long as she had a little thing, the two people in front of her would be shocked. It was false that she was not moved by this, and she also felt helpless about them protecting their daughters and becoming crazy.
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