C7 Silk Delivery

The sun hung like a disc in the sky, and the warm sunlight covered the entire village like a thin layer of gold. Xiao Lan lowered her head and jogged home. She gasped for breath.

She was afraid that she would be bullied and humiliated when she met a bandit on the mountain road. Xiao Lan didn't tell her mother the truth, she only lied to her mother gently, saying that it was because she was careless and had her eyes lightly brushed by a tree on the mountain road before she cried. As a mother, she would definitely not believe such a lie, but seeing that her daughter was unwilling to reveal her thoughts, afraid that her daughter would be unhappy and not dare to ask too many questions, she would no longer suspect that it was a bandit. Since Yan Wenqing and the old master chased away the bandit, they no longer dared to come to the village to stir up trouble, and even if it was the bandit's daughter, she wouldn't come back. His guess was that Yan Wenqing on the mountain didn't get displeased. Yan Wenqing was a kind child, a good child, his daughter and the savior of the village, so he wouldn't bully Xiao Lan. Ever since they saved their daughter, their daughter had become like a different person, always carefully burning pancakes and wrapping them up before sending them up the mountain. After noticing that their daughter had developed feelings for Yan Wenqing and their own happiness at the side, Wen Qing was a good child. But her daughter was now unhappy with herself. It was as if her heart had been clouded.

Xiao Lan avoided her mother's eyes and walked into her room with a displeased expression. Her mother didn't ask any further questions and quickly turned around to face Xiao Lan. "Lan'er, you haven't eaten lunch yet!" The food is hot in the pot. "

Xiao Lan walked into the room and replied, "I don't want to eat anymore."

The mother shook her head and walked into the yard.

Yan Wenqing walked over to his grandmother's side, lowered his head, and wordlessly took the wooden spoon from his grandmother's hands. He then poured water into the wooden bucket onto the flowers and trees that his grandmother had not watered before.

Grandmother watched Yan Wenqing's heavy actions and gently asked, "Qing`er, aren't you being a little too impulsive towards Miss Xiao Lan today? She shouldn't have entered your room, and she climbed such a long mountain path to send you pancakes. You shouldn't talk about her, and what she did wrong, but she already did it, so don't talk about her." The old granny sighed softly after finishing her sentence.

Seeing that Yan Wenqing was only covering his head with his hands and pouring water without saying anything, he continued, "Look how meticulous Miss Xiao Lan is, every time she brought me a pancake, she would never forget to tell me to first heat it up before giving it to you, for fear that it would upset my stomach if I ate it. This girl is not bad, I think it's our family's fortune, oh, your parents must be blessed by the heavens to bestow upon you such a kind-hearted and reasonable girl."

Yan Wenqing raised his head and looked at his grandmother, who was smiling benevolently at him. His face was a little red but also a little sad as he said, "Grandma, Xiao Lan is only repaying us for saving her life. Why think so far?" He handed the water spoon back to his grandmother and said, "You can pour it. I'll go in and practice painting." With that, he turned around and walked towards the house.

The old granny smiled at his wrinkled face and muttered, "You child."

The snow-white muslin hanging on the wall slightly fluttered in the wind. The butterfly on the muslin was vivid and lifelike as it fluttered with the gentle breeze, as if it was dancing in the air. The colors on the muslin vary, the state is different, and the roost is not the same. The gauze that filled the room fluttered like white spirits.

On the desk, Yan Wenqing spread out a light muslin cloth, picked up a variety of paintbrushes and started dancing on the muslin cloth, his movements were light and nimble, and in a moment, a lively and colorful butterfly appeared on the muslin cloth. After drawing, he did not hang it on the wall, but carefully folded it and placed it in his sleeve.

Dusk was approaching and the sun was setting in the west like it was dyed in blood. The sky seemed to be abnormally red. As usual, Yan Wenqing practiced martial arts with his master in the woods for the whole afternoon. After dinner, he hurried down the mountain, the village's dusk was so cozy, the smoke rose in spirals, and he could also smell the fragrance of rice. The villagers who had finished working and returned home with their farm tools, the villagers who had been tired for the whole day, went back home to have a bite of food prepared by their wives and children.

Yan Wenqing, who was running so fast that his face was covered in sweat, stopped in the courtyard of Xiao Lan's house. Then, his face flushed red, he gently called Xiao Lan as if he was afraid that someone would hear him, just like a shy cat. Xiao Lan, who was busy eating dinner on the earth stove, heard someone call her to put down what she was doing and quickly walked out. Seeing Yan Wenqing standing in the yard foolishly, her face suddenly flushed red and she lowered her head, her hands constantly rubbing her apron as she softly asked, "Why did you come down so late?" His words stuttered shyly, "Hurry up." "Come on in."

Yan Wenqing didn't immediately enter, but stood there stammering as he said, "I came to send you a silk scarf, and also to apologize for my impudence today." As he spoke, he clumsily pulled out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve.

Seeing Yan Wenqing's clumsy and flustered movements, Xiao Lan burst out laughing at the door.

At this moment, Xiao Lan's mother came back with a hoe. When she walked to the courtyard, she saw Yan Wenqing standing there in a daze. After being shocked, she hurriedly said, "Aiya, Wenqing, why are you here? Quickly come into the room. What are you standing here for!" As he said this, he placed the hoe on his shoulder under the eaves. "Lan'er, you child, when Wen Qing comes you didn't call him into the house. Really." Then he turned to Yan Wenqing and asked, "Have you eaten dinner? Hurry up and go in. Lan'er, go prepare dinner."

Yan Wenqing explained with a stammer, "I've already eaten. I'm here to deliver the silk scarves to Xiao Lan. I'll head up the mountain now." He didn't know what to say to Xiao Lan and her passionate mother at the door, so he quickly passed the scarf to Xiao Lan. His arms were trembling, and suddenly felt like they were being roasted.

"My hands are dirty. I'm afraid they have stained this beautiful snow-white silk handkerchief. Please help me bring it into the room." Xiao Lan did not dare to look into Yan Wenqing's eyes, and only stared at the silk handkerchief in his hand.

In the room, both Yan Wenqing and Xiao Lan did not speak. Xiao Lan put down her work from earlier and took off her apron to accompany Yan Wenqing to sit at the dining table. Yan Wenqing declined that he didn't need to eat anymore, while Xiao Lan felt too embarrassed to go and persuade him. Xiao Lan's mother, who had just sat down, said, "Wait a moment, I'll roast your favorite pancake." With that, he started to busy himself on the earth stove.

After dinner, Xiao Lan helped Yan Wenqing wrap up the freshly baked biscuit his mother had made and gave it to him. Yan Wenqing said that the sky was about to darken, so he had to hurry up the mountain, otherwise his grandmother would miss him. Yan Wenqing could no longer refuse, so she let Xiao Lan accompany her. In fact, she had a hundred percent hope that Xiao Lan would send him off, but she did not dare to show it.