The yellowed paper is printed with faint patterns, and you can vaguely see the lotuses blooming side by side.
Sitting in the empty room, Lingchu held the letter in his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Who would have thought that after traveling thousands of miles to come back, hoping to see Huan Niang again, the result was in vain.
Just now, Lingchu's spiritual consciousness swept through Huan Niang's house, and he was startled when he saw that there was no one in it. He carefully scanned Fuchun Tower up and down with his spiritual consciousness, and indeed there was no trace of Huan Niang.
Only then did he lose his indifference, and his figure was like smoke, appearing directly in front of Oriole who was making calculations.
Oriole, dressed as a woman with a pink hibiscus on her pin, was happily counting the money earned yesterday. She was calculating with her jade fingers and humming a tune happily in her throat, lighting up the room with fine silver filigree. Warm.
As a result, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and the corner of his cyan skirt broke into the corner of Oriole's eyes.
"oops!"
With a scream, Oriole's fingers flicking the beads shook, and the half-calculated accounts were thrown into chaos. The startled Oriole hurriedly tried to hide a pile of banknotes.
While hiding, he yelled loudly, "You little hooves, come in without knocking on the door and see how I deal with you."
He said loudly, looking up at the person in annoyance.
The first thing you see is a face as beautiful as jade. Who is this... this beautiful little lady? Is there such a beautiful girl in their Fuchun House? How come she doesn't know.
kindness? Oriole's eyes fell on the pair of smart clear eyes, and he looked at the facial features carefully. The more he looked, the more familiar he looked.
this is not!
"Hey! Little girl Lingchu! You're back!" Oriole jumped three feet high, stretched out his hand to pull Lingchu up and down, and sighed while looking at him, "I said, you will grow up like this You must be handsome, isn't this just, look, oh, no one in the whole street, no, in the whole Antang City, can find anyone with better color than you..."
Lingchu was disturbed by Oriole's enthusiasm and felt a little uncomfortable for a while. Most of the monks were cold and cold, and even those with a more lively temperament were not so lively.
After being away from Fuchun Tower for ten years, I am really not used to it.
After all, she became a mother. Huangli felt a little less happy. She could see Lingchu's discomfort at a glance. She thought that this little girl had been away from Fuchunlou for so many years. She seemed to be living a very happy life. Not bad, I think I didn’t get used to the look of the building for a while.
Slightly slowing down her tone, Huang Oriole said with a smile, "When you come back, you should be looking for Sister Huan Niang, right? It's a pity that you came a little late. Sister Huan Niang has redeemed herself a long time ago. A few days ago, she said she wanted to see Seeing this prosperous world, I packed my bags and left our Fuchun Tower."
Huan Niang, have you left?
Lingchu's eyes showed confusion for the first time. She always felt that Huan Niang would not leave Fuchun Tower, and as long as she came back, she would find Huan Niang here.
What's more, it was clear that Huan Niang had said that she didn't want to leave Fuchun Tower. She just wanted to stay here quietly, look at the scenery, admire the flowers, drink tea, and when she was in a good mood, she would receive one or two guest.
When I get older, I will find a small courtyard in Antang City, where I can listen to the flowers fall and sit and watch the clouds rise.
Why did you leave so suddenly?
"Huan Niang, did she go alone?" Suddenly thinking of this question, Lingchu looked anxious.
Huan Niang is not as rough-skinned and fleshy as she is, capable of killing people without blinking an eye, and she is so beautiful. How can she rest assured when she is alone outside.
Speaking of this, the expression on Oriole's face was very strange. After hesitating for a few words, he still said, "Sister Huan Niang, you are not alone..."
Not alone?
What does this sentence and this look mean?
Could it be that Huan Niang has found someone she likes?
Does Uncle He know?
Countless thoughts flashed through Lingchu's mind, her eyes blinked, and she felt a little embarrassed. Both Huan Niang and Uncle He were her elders. It was really a mess.
The relationship between men and women is really a headache.
After Oriole finished speaking, he looked at the changing expressions on Lingchu's face and said with a smile, "Don't think too much about it. Huan Niang left you a letter. It's in her room. Go and have a look."
So, Lingchu held the letter in his hand, looked around the familiar room, and sighed secretly.
He lowered his head and read the letter.
Huan Niang was very free and easy, and the words she left in the letter were as casual as ever.
Lingchu looked at the letter, and following the content in the letter, he was stunned for a while, smiled bitterly, and in the end, only a deep smile remained.
There was a smile on her face, and her clear eyes were full of joy. There was no trace of the sadness and confusion that she had when she just learned that Huan Niang had left.
Originally, Huan Niang planned to retire in Antang City.
I have long since stopped to see the scenery all over the country, and laugh and show off my thoughts.
However, less than a year after Lingchu left, a person came to Fuchun Tower again.
Shamelessly, he said that after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't let go of Huan Niang.
He really couldn't talk about one being separate and being happy with the other.
The tone in Huan Niang's letter was extremely angry, but her writing revealed a touch of lightheartedness.
Lingchu, who was familiar with Huan Niang's habits, could almost imagine that Huan Niang had an annoyed look on her face when writing this, but she started writing very easily.
Even though the letter didn't specify who the person was, Lingchu knew it clearly.
Except for Uncle He, there is probably no one else.
With a pursed lip and a smile, Lingchu continued to read the contents of the letter.
Uncle He bought a small courtyard nearby and would come to Fuchun Tower every day to ask for Huan Niang to see him. Even if Huan Niang didn't meet Uncle He, Uncle He would come rain or shine.
The best thing you can see is, if you can't see it, just sit in the Fuchun Tower, have a glass of wine, mention a few words, and enjoy yourself.
Moreover, he also wrote a letter to Huan Niang every day, either chatting about home affairs, or... talking about love.
Huan Niang's cold face and indifferent attitude did not scare Uncle He away at all.
This stalemate lasted for several years, and everyone in Fuchun Tower, including the guests, all knew Uncle He, and Huan Niang finally felt good about Uncle He.
Two years ago, Huan Niang was finally willing to see Uncle He.
I don’t know what the two talked about.
Anyway, the relationship between the two was not as tense as usual. Instead, it was as calm as water, like old friends for many years.
At the end of the letter, Huan Niang said to Lingchu.
She didn't know how to treat Uncle He. Forgiveness was out of the question, but falling in love again was probably impossible.
However, in a sudden mood, she suddenly wanted to take a look at the scenery of this world.
She had been trapped in the boudoir at home for many years, and later in Fuchun Tower. Now, she might as well go out for a walk and see... what freedom that can captivate people's hearts is like.
Of course, Uncle He also went along.
Putting down the letter, the breeze on the river was fragrant, and Lingchu's smile was like a flower. This was fine.
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