Chapter 22 (1/2)

The setting sun is bright and soft, and the evening wind is cool and pleasant. Fu Rong orders Lanxiang to put the dinner under the locust tree in the yard and sit alone.

Originally, my brother promised to accompany her to dinner tonight, but there were guests in front of her, so my brother always wanted to do his best to be a host of the earth.

The food was still light. A bowl of Coix seed porridge and a plate of bamboo shoots and crucian carp soup were what Fu Rong used to eat after he was ill. He was a bit tired. However, looking at the two yellow geese lying near their necks, Fu Rong had a good appetite and used more than before.

The root of the west wall planted a bunch of roses, climbing the wall, green branches and leaves in red, pink and white roses open lively, such as a girl in good years.

How can she have two lives?

”Lanxiang, go and get the scissors. I'll choose some flowers and put them in the room.” Taking advantage of the setting sun, Fu Rong was full of enthusiasm.

Lanxiang went with a smile and moved a bench out of the room with consideration. ”The flowers on the wall are blooming well. The girl is pointing at the bottom. I'll cut it for the girl.” It's been a long time since I've seen her. Of course, she wants to make her happy.

Fu Rong just wanted to say that she could cut it herself. Yu Guangli caught sight of her nursing mother, Mammy sun, coming out of the wing room. She secretly laughed and changed her mouth in time. ”OK, be careful. I can't catch you if you fall down.” She suffered a lot during these days, and mother sun and Lan Xiang felt uncomfortable. They took turns to guard beside her at night for fear that she would scratch chicken pox in her sleep. Both of them lost weight. Fu Rong didn't want to worry her nursing mother any more.

She was in charge of the selection, and Lanxiang cut it on top of it. Granny sun supported Lanxiang's legs and cut seven or eight branches with joy and laughter.

Moving to the outer room, Fu Rong selected the best six branches and divided them into two vases. One was put in his boudoir, and the other was sent to Fu Chen by the maid. The remaining one was cut into a hairpin and inserted in the hair room. Then he turned to grandma sun and asked, ”is this beautiful?”

The little girl was innocent and innocent, and mammy sun nodded her nose with a smile: ”it's beautiful, it's really smelly. It's dark and I'd like to wear flowers. Wait. Tomorrow morning, Mammy will choose the best one for you. The girl will put it on and ask the second young master to take care of it. It's silly. ”

Fu Rong looked in the mirror again, ignoring the broken hair like a curtain on his forehead.

After a while, the hot water of Westinghouse was ready, and Fu Rong asked grandmother to go back to her room to have a rest, and only left Lanxiang to wait on her.