captive skylark

Chapter 7 It's my sister's heart, it's too late to like it

Xie Heng explained softly, "This is the pine and cypress planted in front of the tomb. I brought it back for my sister. It is said that when you see things and think about others, you should always find comfort. I only hope that my sister will feel happier seeing it."

Yun Xi was stunned.

After a long time, she sniffed, and tears came to her eyes again, "Thank you brother."

"Don't cry anymore, today's New Year's Day, you should be happy."

He gently wiped away the tears from her cheeks, then coaxed her with a smile, "If my sister's eyes are swollen from crying, grandma will think that I bullied her later, but she won't let me go."

Yunxi smiled through tears, took off the purse tied around his waist and put away Bai Ye properly, then raised his head and smiled softly at him, "I also have something for my brother."

"what?"

She took his hand and put a small paper-cut into his palm.

The paper-cut is made of rice paper for window grilles. What is rare is that the patterns on it are not ordinary auspicious patterns such as peonies, but a few green bamboos.

She is handy, chic and beautifully cut.

"Grandmother said that my brother doesn't like to put these things in the yard. He thinks peonies are too fancy. But today is the New Year's Day, so it should be lively. I saw that the green bamboo in my brother's yard was growing well, and I thought about it." My elder brother must love bamboo, so I cut it out and gave it to my elder brother, so don't let my elder brother dislike it."

"Why do you dislike it?" He carefully put away the paper-cut and smiled slightly, "It's my sister's wish, it's too late to like it."

"As long as brother likes it."

The two talked for a while, and the drunkenness in their hearts was gradually blown away by the wind.

Yun Xi twisted the veil in his hands and looked up. In the cool night, two sky lanterns were flying unsteadily towards the distant sky, bright like stars.

"Sister Shuang's sky lantern is flying up," she said.

Looking at the lantern for a long time, he murmured: "Today's New Year's Day, I hope that my father and mother will be reunited over there."

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The paper-cut Xie Heng kept it in his sleeve until he went to bed at night before taking it out and putting it on the desk.

"Huh? Did the young master receive the green bamboo?"

Xichi saw it, and took a closer look through the candle light, "Young lady's hands are so skillful, the cut is really beautiful."

Xie Heng stopped holding his sleeves, and looked up at him, "Do you know who cut it?"

"I know." Qichi nodded, "It's the cousin girl from Qingzhou! She cut a lot this afternoon! The old lady's is a pine crane, and the third girl's are two magpies. I didn't see the ones for the young master. It turned out that they cut green bamboo."

There was only one candle burning in the room, and it was shining on the cut green bamboo, making the shadows swaying and the moonlight was clear and light.

"That's how it is."

Xie Heng lowered his eyes, and for a long time, a faint smile floated on his lips, "She really has a heart."

Nature has a heart.

Yunxi has only been in the mansion for more than a month, and everyone in the mansion praises her well.

It is said that this cousin girl from Qingzhou is good-looking, soft-tempered, and even speaks very appropriately and thoughtfully.

It's just a pity that such a good girl should have been married to her parents, but now she is alone.

When this word reached Mrs. Xie's ears, looking at Yunxi she naturally became more distressed and affectionate, not to mention being more intimate than usual.

When Xi Chi was hiding in the corner of the courtyard with the boys in the mansion, gagging and gagging, Xie Heng was standing under the eaves in front of the bamboo forest and listening, his face as calm as water.

The sun was light in winter, and he held the green bamboo paper-cut in his hand.Sunlight passed through Ruyu's fingertips, producing a thin layer of clear light.

It fell to the ground in an instant, and it was so beautiful.

(End of this chapter)