When the small meets the small, the human meets the demon

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The Magpie Bridge Meeting on July [-] is also the folk "Qiqiao Festival".Legend has it that this day is the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet, and the black magpies in the world form a magpie bridge one after another. After a year, the Cowherd will carry a pair of sons and daughters on the magpie bridge with the Weaver Girl, "the golden wind and the jade dew will meet once." , then wins, but there are countless in the world."

Legend has it that if it rains on this day, it will be the tears that Zhinu shed.

The pattering night rain hits the banana leaves outside the window, ding dong ding dong like the tick-tock time passing in a copper drain; the pink feather fans of the acacia have been put away, and the golden bells of the daylilies are also a little withered and yellow, all of which change with the seasons They form skinny pods that don't fill up until autumn.After a rain, the summer heat gradually recedes, and there is a little bit of cool autumn air.

The nanny was hunched, but she still looked at Su Miao with a loving face as she sat beside the bed, a lavender veil was tightly embroidered in her hand, and she was already very proficient in flying needles and threads.

Su Miao has grown a lot in the past few years, her slender body has a slightly more exquisite curve, her waist is slender and her shoulders are slender, her breasts are slightly developed. It turns out that the baby's chubby little face is somewhat sharpened in the shape of an oval, under the slender eyebrows, the round pupils in the phoenix eyes are like jet-black pearls, black as lacquer but with a little bright light, you can see it when you look closely. Hidden under the eyelashes that are curled up like butterfly wings, her small and delicate nose, and her lips are soft and moist like dots of peach blossoms, she already has the appearance of a classical beauty.

The nanny looked at Su Miao carefully with satisfaction, and couldn't help being excited and sighing: the longer the young lady, the more she looks like the madam back then, if the madam is still here, how happy she would be!

This excitement, however, seemed to affect her nerves, causing her to cough violently.

Su Miao stopped the needle and thread in her hand, and looked at the nanny with concern, "The nanny's condition has worsened again, did you take all the medicine given to you a few days ago on time?"

The nanny wiped her eyes moved, and replied in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for your concern, miss. This old slave has eaten all of it. It's because this old slave is not in good health, and I'm still tired of miss."

Su Miao sighed, feeling a little sad in her heart, "What are you talking about, the relationship between you and me these years, Miao'er has always remembered in my heart. Now that the weather is cold, you should come earlier Rest; on weekdays, Mammy must take good care of her illness, so as not to worry me."

Tears welled up in the nurse's eyes, she quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, stood up and bowed to leave.

Su Miao put down the embroidery shed in her hand, watched the nanny staggering away from the window, and then sighed deeply.

The nanny's illness has been dragging on for several years. Seeing that she is dying and unable to receive careful maintenance and treatment, it has become more and more serious in the past two years.Judging by her current situation, she doesn't know if she can survive this winter.

She shook her head, stroked the hair hanging by her ears, and returned to the bed, only to find a heroic figure standing in front of the tent holding a sword, and she was immediately taken aback.

Seeing that it was Liu, Su Miao breathed a sigh of relief, and complained in a low voice, "Xiao Xiao! Why did you come in without saying hello, you scared me!"

Liu was looking at the handkerchief she had embroidered earlier, and gave a nonchalant grace.

Su Miao snatched the embroidery shed in shame and hid behind her. Under the silvery moonlight, a suspicious blush slid across her fair face, and there was a hint of tact in her crisp voice, "Take other people without permission." thing!"

Liu's eyebrows have not changed in recent years, but the original cold and deep face line has been slightly eased, long bangs are slanted on his forehead, a joke flashed in his deep eyes, and his thin lips evoked a very slight arc, "Send For me?"

Su Miao blushed, her eyes flickered a few times, but she firmly denied, "Who, who said it was for you? I, I embroider and play by myself, can't I?"

Liu pretended to be puzzled, "But, the embroidery is on willow leaves."

Su Miao lowered her head, becoming angry from embarrassment, "Is the willow leaf embroidered for you? Why are you so domineering!"

Liu was really puzzled, she didn't say anything, why did she annoy Miao'er?

Forget it, don't give it if you don't give it, she can only answer sullenly, "Okay, then I don't want it."

Unexpectedly, Su Miao became even more angry. She took out the embroidery shed, pushed it into her arms, and said angrily, "I want to give it to you, don't you dare not! Hold it, don't throw it away!"

Su Miao was very angry with this big wood that had been with her for many years, but she was even more angry with herself. Why did she force it to her? The embroidery that she embroidered so hard, why is it so cheap? Tracking wood that doesn't understand anything?

"Oh." Liu Tong is a woman, but she really can't understand Su Miao's complicated emotions at this time, but she looked at the ink-colored willow branches and willow leaves on the handkerchief against the lavender background, and made a very pertinent evaluation, "Very nice."

"It's more or less the same!" Su Miao smiled and pursed her lips, and awkwardly pulled Liu to sit beside the bed, tightly closed the embroidery stitches on the handkerchief, unloaded it from the embroidery shed, and tied it to Liu's waist , said in a low voice, "This handkerchief is a gift from me, don't lose it!"

Liu felt a pair of slender and weak hands brushing against her waist, and hearing the hint of shyness implied in Su Miao's low voice, she felt a strange feeling in her heart, as if it had been around for a long time, but she suddenly recovered at this moment, Even the place on her waist where she brushed it was itchy, with an irresistible urge, she blurted out, "I won't lose it." As soon as the words came out, she was startled by her hoarse tone. A suppressed hoarseness, very much like an emotion she had never experienced before.

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, her head was cold, and she was clear again, and then she said the words in the usual stupefied feeling, "But I never use a handkerchief."

Su Miao's face turned dark immediately, and her phoenix eyes stared at Liu's heart. After a long time, Su Miao gritted her teeth and said every word, "Then-just-return-the-handkerchief-to-me!"

Uh, although Liu is a little ignorant of human affairs, she clearly sensed the suppressed anger in Su Miao's words, and added a sentence very sensible, "No! I will treasure it well!"

Su Miao felt that sooner or later she would be pissed off by Liu. After thinking about it, it is better not to quarrel with this piece of wood, otherwise she would still be angry with herself.She changed the subject and said worriedly, "Oh, the nanny is getting worse and worse these years, Xiao Xiao, is there any way you can make the nanny live a few more years?"

Liu thought about it seriously, shook his head, and said, "Impossible. The laws of heaven are impermanent, and everyone has their own destiny. Her lifespan is fixed, and mortals can't change it."

Su Miao and the nanny had a deep relationship, but they couldn't hear it. She was short of breath, with tears in her eyes, and hurriedly retorted, "How do you know? Can you see it? If you can see it, why can't you change it?"

Liu silently looked at the agitated Su Miao, felt a pain in his heart, but could only calmly say, "Miao'er, life and death are destiny, no one can change it, you can only accept it. Although I can't see it, I can Feeling that she is about to run out, the yang energy in her body is already weak, I'm afraid..."

Su Miao calmed down, leaned against Liu's side weakly, and murmured, "I know. I know that although the nanny is alive, she suffers from the torment of her illness, and is holding on because she can't worry about me. Death, It is also a kind of relief; the nanny is so good in this life, and she will definitely give birth to a good baby in the next life."

Why didn't she know that she didn't understand, she had seen the physical condition of the nanny in recent years, so how could she blame Liu completely?But, just, as long as she thinks that the nurse may leave her in a short time, she feels extremely reluctant, as if a huge force is tearing her heart apart.

Liu skillfully embraced Su Miao's head in her arms. Whenever Su Miao was sad, she would comfort her like this, even without saying a word.

Su Miao still whispered to herself, "Xiao Xiao, I will treat Grandma better, so that she doesn't have to worry about me anymore, at least, let her leave without regret."

"En." Liu replied softly, Su Miao's voice in her arms became lower and lower, and gradually became silent.

Liu got used to it, and lightly supported Su Miao to lie on the bed, only to suddenly realize that the pink little girl seemed to have grown into a big girl, with a slender figure and fair cheeks. With a sharp and thin chin, the eyebrows and eyes are more clear and beautiful, and the black crow's hair is spread out and has grown to the waist.

Liu stared blankly at Su Miao's peaceful sleeping face, and suddenly thought of the tangled hair of the two when Miao'er hugged her tightly two years ago, which seemed to be entangled inadvertently, but it made her heart move violently.

She struggled to think for a while, and with an idea, she lifted the brocade quilt covering Su Miao's body, slipped into the quilt like a thief, and lay side by side with Su Miao on the embroidered pillow. Although she knew that no one would see it, she still turned her head. Looking at the empty surroundings like watching the wind, he turned his head and looked at Su Miao who was facing him.

Miao'er's sleeping appearance has always been sweet and quiet, her long eyelashes hit her porcelain-white skin, casting a faint interlaced shadow, trembling slightly, as if she was a little uneasy; her pink lips sometimes pouted, sometimes squirmed A few times, as if muttering something, a few jumbled syllables overflowed cutely.

Liu stared at Su Miao's pink and delicious lips, not knowing what to expect, her throat suddenly became dry; her long black hair was also scattered on the bed, really mixed with Su Miao's long hair, as if they couldn't tell the difference Liu looked down along Su Miao's neck, which was as white as jade. The loose clothes were slightly opened, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin. Because of her young age, her collarbone, which was not obvious, only had a beautiful curvature. They were all wrapped in obscene clothes and hidden among the long black hair.

Liu swallowed, not understanding where the faint disappointment in her heart came from, nor did she, who had never known love-desire, know where the burning heat in her chest came from, and the impulse in her heart prompted her to stretch out. With a slightly callused hand, he tremblingly touched the corners of Su Miao's quiet eyes, and when he felt a icy cold, he quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

Her eyes darkened, and she pulled the quilt upwards to cover Su Miao's shoulders, and then she took a serious look at the messy long hair of the two who were entangled at this time, closed her eyes in satisfaction, and behaved He turned his back and closed his eyes.

The next day, Su Miao woke up and looked in the mirror, and suddenly found that there was a red mark below the collarbone. After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't understand where the red mark came from.

Later, she just discovered that the willow flute that was usually placed beside her pillow was tied around her neck, and the shape of the small willow flute was also similar, it seemed to be the red marks pressed at night.She tilted her head and thought for a while, but couldn't help but suddenly smiled and shook her head.

After that, Su Miao didn't take off the willow flute when she went to sleep at night, but put it carefully on her chest.This is something for later, don't mention it.

When Liu returned to the residence, it happened that Li Xia was helping his wife to wash and wash up, and winked at her gossipingly, "Aha, Liu, have you finally enlightened? Where did you go to have a good time this night, didn't you?" Very refreshed? Hey, why do you look so sluggish, tell your buddy, buddy will give you a trick!"

Liu turned dark, ignored him and went straight back to the house.

Li Xia still wanted to joke a few words, but his wife quit, "Hurry up, Li'er, I have to catch bugs later!"

Li Xia stood up obediently, with a flattering expression, "Lady, I'll be fine as a husband right away!"

The charming woman looked at the makeup in the mirror, showing a slightly satisfied expression, but she continued to urge, "Hurry up!"

Li Xia continues to dog-leg...

The author has something to say: *************

Haha, seeing the red mark on Su Miao's neck, the child who wanted to crooked stood up!

Hey, your thoughts must be pure, kids~~

In addition, everyone can guess, the real bodies of Li Xia and his wife~ It's very simple!

☆, dead servant