010 refers to the acacia

Go around the flower bed and walk to the lake.

At this moment, the sky is slightly dark, and the rose, orange, ice purple and blue clouds are reflected in the water. The water waves are turbulent, as if they are washing a gorgeous silk.

She couldn't help but be stunned. She has also visited many scenic spots in her previous life, but they are not as clear and quiet as the water brought by this lake. At this moment, if there is a boat, she really wants to go boating on it, bring a pot of good wine, and get drunk in this pleasant spring water.

It's not the right time. By next month, there will be boats waiting by the lake, but it's not a good time to go boating. It's better to wait for the lotus flowers to come out of the water. Girl, do you remember? Every year at dusk in midsummer, the girls let their servants take delicious food and take a boat to cool down in the lake. However, the boats are many and the lakes are small, and they often collide, causing a lot of trouble. The master is so angry that he will never allow the girls to enter the Mirror Lake again. However, if the master has little time in the house, the girls will still come secretly, and then the trouble will still be..." Speaking of this, Bitong didn't know what interesting she thought of and smiled.

Cheng Xueyan imagined the comfort and only looked forward to the early arrival of summer.

Walk happily on the lake and walk on the bridge.

The word "Maple Bridge" is engraved on the bridge rail, which easily reminds people of the desolation of "Maple Bridge Night Park". These two words are mottled because of their years, and according to the conditions of Chengfu, they will not be so abandoned. It's really strange. This bridge is very thin, and walking on it always makes people worry that the slender bridge will suddenly break, but it is extremely fine. White jade is piled up. Whether it is a bridge or bridge, it is carved with unnamed patterns and spiritual beasts, which are smooth and cool to the touch.

Standing on the bridge, I suddenly felt that my vision was wide, but I found that the rockery in the pool was not isolated on the water. On one side, there was a curved and narrow suspension bridge leading directly from the shore to it, and there were guardrails on both sides, but the suspension bridge could not be seen from the angle of her house. Just as I was about to go and have a closer look, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a swing in the east forest. I was so happy that I picked up my skirt and ran over.

Bitong's face turned black and hurriedly followed, but how could she tell the girl that she could not easily lift the skirt, which was infuriating? The girl really lost her memory...

The girl ran fast and was already sitting on the swing when she arrived.

"Bitong, come on, help me push."

Cheng Xueyan fell in love with this swing all of a sudden. This is not an ordinary swing, but made of several vines hanging on the tung tree. The vine is wisteria, and in a month, there will be a fragrant string of purple flowers. When the tung flowering period has not passed, the white pink purple flowers will fall, which must be a beautiful scene. Isn't it a pleasure to swing here?

Bitong quietly sorted out the skirt that had flown on her knees, and gently pushed it up behind her.

The wind blew back and after, and picked up the soft green silk, which made people's faces and necks itchy. The starlight like broken diamonds appeared on the gradually dark sky, which was confused and gentle.

My heart is so calm that I really want to immerse myself in this slightly cold spring night and will not return.

"Does the girl remember?" Bitong's voice came faintly from behind.

In an instant, the intoxicating scene was rendered into unpredictable fear. The dark blue in the depths of the forest seemed to have a pair of ghost eyes, peeping insidiously, and a trace of wind just passed her neck, causing a shudder. Bitong beside her seemed to turn into a fierce ghost in a blink of an eye, holding her heartbreakingly and shouting, "You killed me, I want revenge!" I want revenge..."

She turned her head with excitement, but Bitong was looking deep in the forest: "Four years ago, the girl and the second girl and the third girl were swinging here, and then... the girl fell down..."

Cheng Xueyan breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Fang Jue's hand holding the wisteria hanging rope was already sweaty. In fact, "falling down" is not a problem. The problem is Bitong's deliberate pause.

Bitong's exploratory eyes moved over, looked into her eyes, and lowered her eyes as if nothing had happened, but the fast flapping eyelashes exposed that there was indeed hidden things in it.

"Bitong, this is the point. What else can't be said? I can't remember anything. If you really want to help me, just tell me everything..." Her tone and eyes were extremely sincere.

Bitong looked at her suspiciously and hesitated slightly: "Everything?"

Cheng Xueyan and Zheng focused on the head.

Bitong lowered her head and unconsciously picked the vine skin: "Where should we start?"

"Let's start from scratch."

"From the beginning?" Bitong's eyes moved to the edge of the sky, and the light moon was passing through the clouds: "Girl, go back. It's cool at night."

Well, Cheng Xueyan doesn't want her sudden sentence "Do you remember" to scare herself to death later.

She let Bitong help her down the swing, and the two of them were speechless all the way.

In the sparse branches and leaves, a few bright red jumped into the eyes. At the beginning, Cheng Xueyan was still wondering what flowers bloomed so beautifully. When she walked out of the forest, she found that it was a lamp hanging between the buildings. A string of red silk gauze lamps were like agate necklaces, which connected infinitely beautiful light for this quiet night, far better than the neon of the city.

In fact, living in ancient times is not bad. There is no noise or impetuousness. Everything is as quiet as ink, which is thought-provoking.

Unfortunately, Cheng Xueyan's reverie was interrupted by a sharp cough before she flew far.

She was shocked, but when she looked back, she saw a 30-year-old woman in a trimmed coat standing aside. The joyous color of the red silk gauze lamp hit her face without any warmth, while her other half of her face was painted with the gloomy night, which was particularly strange.

"I said, Bitong, your master has lost his memory. Don't you have a good memory? When is this? I don't want to go to the kitchen to get dinner. Do I have to bring it in person?

She glanced at Cheng Xueyan, but did not show any courtesy.

Bitong caught a glimpse of the red lacquer wooden food box beside her feet and hurried forward: "M Mother Tang, I walked around with the girl, but I forgot the time to get the meal, and I'm sorry to send it in person. Damn it..."

"Ok, don't explain it, Sister Bitong. Can I still not know what you think?" Mother Tang rolled her eyes and turned over Cheng Xueyan beside her: "At least you have married with the girl. That's not somewhere else. It's the lieutenant's mansion. The threshold is much higher than here. There is a saying that 'officials are superior to death', and the cats and dogs in this lieutenant's house are superior to other people. Although she is a dowry girl, she is also served by someone every day. Can you get used to this? The threshold is high, and your eyelids are high. Seeing that those of us who used to work with you are not eye-catching, naturally they don't want to do these errands, which makes me look at your face at my age. However, Sister Bitong, I advise you to wake up. This is not a lieutenant's mansion. Hurry up and take your care of being good. Don't think that you will follow Jin Gui after living in the high house compound. Don't forget how you came back..."

"I say this Mami, you can't say that..."

When Cheng Xueyan saw that Bitong was choked by this speech with a gun and a stick, her tears turned straight in her eyes and immediately gave birth to a sense of pride from the bottom of her heart. For a moment, she did not notice that there was something wrong with this opening statement. When the two of them turned their eyes and looked at her suspiciously, she suddenly woke up and shouted angrily: "Where is this place? Do you have something to say?!"

As soon as the words came out, not only were the two shocked, but also shocked themselves, but they could only continue to roar.

"Mama Tang, whose girl is Bitong?"

But the word "please" can't be used to speak to subordinates, but in this situation, Mother Tang did not feel strange in this situation, but felt that this word had a deep meaning.

"When you go back to the big girl, Bitong is naturally the girl's girl..."

"Since it's my girl, why do you say she's not? Don't you have me as a master in your eyes or do you want to replace it?

"This...servant dare not!" Mother Tang hurriedly restrained her hands and bowed her waist.

"But you have already done it and still claim to be 'dare'. Do you think I'm deaf and blind or bully me incompetent?"

"How dare the maidservant bully the master? The maidservant didn't just want to scold Bitong..."

"Yes, you don't want to scold her, you want to scold me..."

It's not that Mother Tang scolded Huai Cheng Xueyan. She just didn't understand that even if a daughter of a ceremonial minister was retired from going home, she was a thin camel bigger than a horse. How could even a small subordinate dare to show her face? What kind of life did she have before? I can't see others being bullied the most. I can't figure out whether it's for myself or for Cheng Xueyan, who once swallowed her anger.

M Mother Tang opened her mouth to argue, but found that what she had just said had been caught. At this moment, it was better to say less than one sentence, and it was better to keep silent than to say less, so she squeezed her mouth, but her waist was more bent.

"It's ridiculous. I haven't been back for many days. Cheng's house has become like this. Even the slaves have to climb on the master's head. Is this okay?"

The red light of the gauze lamp of the pavilion hit Mother Tang's face, and the temperatureless light made her feel as if her face had been burned by fire.

"You don't look at what this place is, and you can allow you to be wild here?"

Cheng Xueyan raised her hand and pointed to the rectangular plaque on the door of the attic where she lived. Two gauze lamps reflected the three official characters - Yanran Pavilion.

She was stunned. This was the first time she saw this sign and knew the name of her house. Yanran Pavilion... Is it destined in the dark? She couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Bitong pulled her sleeve and showed that she could do it, but she was very angry, and coupled with this mistaken crossing of fire, how could she stop it?

"You scold me on my territory and are disrespectful to your master. Who gave you the courage?"

She almost said, "I'm in charge of my territory."