Chapter 25kong shi Return

There are so many guests in the house. Officials bring their families, and their families bring their close servants and maidservants. Walking back and forth, there seems to be no quiet place in the whole Shen Mansion.

Bu Nuan doesn't like such a noisy environment. Dong's cousins and ladies are busy gossiping with the old lady. Her mother and second aunt's family have been delayed for some time. At this time, they haven't come yet. After her birthday, she was a little bored. Looking left and right, they were all strange faces. The hall is a colorful world, and countless lamps are held before dark. Sitting on the armpits, like a actor singing on the stage, dressing up and exposed to the public.

She only felt abrupt and uncomfortable all over. I couldn't stand it anymore when I remembered that he said that she would go to Zhuzhi Hall to wait for him. After summoning up several times of courage, Fang said to Aunt Dong, "Mother, I'll go out and wait for Ganyue and Youyin."

Mrs Dong laughed and said, "After all, the child is a child. Do you want to slip away after this?" He pouted to Lin, "You ask for a leave with the old lady, which is the reason why you are a junior."

She leaned with a smile and said, "Grandma, Nuan'er is on leave and wait for her sisters on the porch."

Lin is in a good mood today and doesn't care about it seriously. She said so, and she had no reason to object. Because he said, "It's hard for you to be detained. Go ahead! Just don't go far. There will be dramas to read later.

She said happily, and Nafu was about to come out. The air outside was really better than inside. She stood under the eaves and spit a few mouthfuls, and saw Zhi Xian and a lady coming from the other end of the corridor. She stood up and was guilty for no reason. Turning around and thinking about it, he felt stupid again, so he greeted him with a smile, "Good aunt!"

Mrs Ye looked at her carefully and thought to say that she had lost her memory, but she was not sure whether it was true or not. However, this kind of thing can be pretended, but the eyes can't be pretended. Because he came forward to test, he said enthusiastically, "Isn't this Miss Bujia! Nuan'er, do you still remember me?

Bu Nuan looked at her in astonishment and expected that she was determined. If you know the depths, you won't call her like this in public. No matter what she has denied before, depending on what she is doing now, she will always be wary of herself. She smiled and said, "Madam has recognized the wrong person. My surname is Dong, not Bu. As for whether I know it or not, I'm sorry. I have a bad memory. I really can't remember it.

Mrs Ye pulled the corners of her mouth and thought that she would really tell lies with her eyes open. If it weren't for amnesia, it would be a resourceful person. No wonder they can step in before their big wedding and fascinate such people. Zhixian, a careless fool, is not her opponent!

"You are so forgetful." Mrs. Ye said, "My Sanlang got married last year, and you came to have a wedding, and I can't remember."

She was confused and still just shook her head. Weiyu Weiyao hurriedly relieved the siege, "My wife has been ill, and I have indeed forgotten a lot about the previous matter. Please forgive me. She can't think of it. She has a headache when she thinks about it.

Mrs Ye sneered, "This sounds like I'm going to persecute your wife."

With the support of her mother, Zhixian felt that she had a lot of confidence. He glanced at Bu Nuan with half contemptuous eyes, "This is my mother, who came from Gaoling."

Bu Nuan made a sound, and the yin and yang were strange. It turned out that it was an uneven hug for Zhixian. One head slandered and blessed the body, "Speaking to your wife! I couldn't recognize my wife because I was sick before. Since she is my aunt's mother, she is one of us. If there is anything rude, please forgive me.

After observing for a long time, although she is not sure, there is always seven or eight points of certainty. This girl did forget something, but she didn't know what had happened before, which seemed to be a little exaggerated. She waved her hand and said, "Well, forget it! It's better to forget something than to remember, don't you think?

Bu Nuan doesn't say anything. Mrs. Ye is covered with thorns and doesn't seem to be easy to deal with. Think about it again, as long as she can grasp her happiness, she still cares how they turn upside down! At present, the guests are almost here, and it's time for my uncle to be idle. Why bother to pester with them and waste time? So he answered perfunctorily, "Madam is very reasonable. How has it passed in the past? People should look forward when they are alive, and the most important thing is to live a good life in the future. Yan Bi Shiran saluted, "Nuan'er is going to meet her sister. Don't accompany her. Madam, please do it yourself."

Mrs. Ye sent her away with her eyes open and said to Zhixian, "Look at them. Mount Tai collapsed in front of her without changing her face. If you look at you again, the three foxes will make you panic. If you have half of her calmness, you won't bother me so much. He ordered people to stare secretly, and then the two mothers were angry and pulled into the hall.

Bu Nuan walked along the corridor and came to the door of the moon hole, facing the late moon. After a few steps, behind him was Lan Sheng dressed as a Confucian.

Lan Sheng naturally greeted her, "How long have you been here?"

"I lived in Qianyuan yesterday. Aunt Dong got up early and came here." She smiled and had a kind of relief that she had been tricked, "Are you going to pick me up?"

Lan Sheng couldn't help but be discouraged. He didn't know that she had passed Qianyuan in advance. When Zaizhi didn't see anyone, Ganyue and your voice fell in one place, only saying that the eldest sister would be under the control of Aunt Dong today. He also arrived. He was embarrassed to leave, but he had to accompany them.

He hummed sullenly, and there was an indescribable depression. All her thoughts are on her, but she doesn't appreciate it. Just like the last trip to Anguo Temple, I said it well in advance, but I changed my mind halfway. Even the youngest voice took leave, and in the end, there were only him and Gan Yue, which was really not a good feeling. There is a gap between her and him, which seems to never be crossed. He asked himself and did his best, but he took another step, and she took ten steps and could never reach it.

The moon was on the side again, "Big sister has a happy birthday? Let's go, too!" She came to pull Lan Sheng and Youyin and said back, "Sister, go shopping first. I'll find you later."

The group entered the garden one after another, and her mother whispered when she passed by her, "There are many people and eyes, don't run around." Then he went with everyone.

She stood under the setting sun for a while, but she was afraid that Lan Sheng would come out when the moon came out. It's not easy to get rid of it, and my uncle will have to break the appointment. It's better to sneak away now and try to prevaricate when you come back.

When he made up his mind, he sent Weiyu Weiyao, "Don't follow. Today, I'm happy and relax. There is a special tea on the other side. You can eat something by yourself. After serving me all morning, how can a few cakes be enough to fill my stomach? No, I'm hungry!"

Wei Yu and Wei Yao stammed, "We are worried about you alone."

She laughed, "This is the general's mansion, not outside, and I'm afraid of bad people?" Don't worry, it's not easy to find me in these places!"

The two girl were indeed very hungry, and they relaxed when they heard her words. Again and again, don't go far and go west together.

Bu Nuan watched them turn over the rose shelf and walked slowly through the second door. The guests are all ceremonial. The second entry is the inner house. Without the host's consent, outsiders can't enter. Therefore, it can be said that there are two heavens here and the front yard, and all the noise is blocked outside the doors of the two courtyards. Outside is the world of fireworks, and this is the square pot victory.

There is a strange feeling when walking on the bluestone board, which was the same last time, like revisiting the old place, indescribably familiar twist. On the other side of the Miji Bridge is a long water corridor. She stepped on the bridge and looked at the winding wooden fence and the windlights hanging high on the mast. She should have been here more than once before.

The mandarin duck painting slid across the bridge, and she walked towards the bamboo branch hall step by step. The sunset that was about to fall dyed the lake red, and the house in the middle of the lake was reflected in the water, cleansing, like another unpredictable world.

Reach out to push the straight door, the threshold window was open, and the sound of the wind blowing the pages of the book was faintly heard. It's a piece, sometimes careless, sometimes hurried, as if the paper is about to be torn apart in the next moment. She instinctively went to look for the case, but as expected, she did not suppress the paperweight and blew a room of rice paper. She squatted down and put it back page by page. Standing in front of the case, I found that I found the back of the mantle so easily. I was familiar with it and knew it was there for a long time.

It's the simplest decoration to look around from the window. The eastern half is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a strip of swords and crossbows are hung on the wall. There is no grudge between literature and martial arts, and it is well integrated. She took the opportunity to look over, and a small shrine on the case attracted her. She had never seen such a chic and small one. She walked over and saw that it was only as big as an inkstone, but the sparrow was small and had all its internal organs. There is a main position, a base, and a beautiful and fine pattern carved on the niche cage. Hollow, covered with a layer of gold foil, it can be seen that it took a lot of effort to cast it.

She lay on the desk and thought about it. There was no name on the throne, so she couldn't see who was worshipped.

"Strange!" She stretched out her finger and stroked the top of the niche, "Is there no god position?"

When Rong Yu came in, he heard her muttering there alone. He was a little sad and sighed, "He is not ownerless. He also has a source."

She looked back at him and said strangely, "Then why is it empty? How can you get merit without writing your name and surname?

He walked over and stared at the god, with a loving look in his eyes. "Because he has no name, he left before he could see the world at a glance."

Bu Nuan knew that this was a baby spirit, but it became more and more strange. He glanced at him and hesitated, "So... who is his uncle?"

He thought about it, but there was still no good opportunity. She is now ignorant. If this is his child, the child's mother is not someone else but her. Can she withstand such an impact? She forgot all kinds of things in the past, and maybe she didn't realize that she had had such close contact with him. Suddenly pushed a child in front of her, and she probably didn't believe it. So you have to take your time, step by step.

He said, "This was left by an old friend. I took care of her. The child was pitiful and was gone in more than two months. Even if he can't come to the world, there will always be flesh and blood. Let him eat and offer it, so that he can be born as soon as possible.

She nodded as if she didn't understand, saying that he was really a good person and was so conscientious to accumulate virtue for others.

"I heard that you have been learning Buddhism recently?" He glanced at the shrine and said, "Do me a favor and take him back. It's better to take him with you when you recite the Buddhist scriptures, than just eating incense here.

She said blankly, "But he doesn't have a name. How can I give him merit!"

He listened and held the niche cage in his hand and turned back to measure the ink before the bookcase. I took a small detective and wrote it in, and gave it to her after writing. She muttered through the hollow carved flowers, "The spiritual position of Shangzi Xiaolang..."

His face was solemn, "His father and mother call him Xiaolangjun, so let's call him Xiaolangjun!"

She answered and said, "You asked me to come here. Do you have something to say to me?"

There is a little unindeed in his smile, "Do I have to say something if I want to see you? Could it be that you didn't see me when you had nothing to say?

Her heart was pounding, and she blamed him for always being so vague, so she deliberately complained, "There's a birthday party in the front yard!" You put down the guests and ran away alone. Aren't you afraid that people will look for you everywhere?

"Look for it!" He wrapped his waist around her from behind her, put his chin in her neck, and buzzed coquettishly, "I'm so tired. I don't want to deal with those people, I just want to be with you."