Chapter 2

At the end of July in the ninth year of Jingde, at noon, the sky was full of flowing fire, and the temperature was as high as 41 degrees. There were few people in the street. A little girl sat outside the gate of a large family and cried very sad. The word "Zhao's house" on the plaque was shining brightly in the scorching sun. The little girl's cry went around the plaque twice, and then went into Zhao's house along the crack in the door.

"Little girl, why are you crying?" Lao Zhao finally collapsed after listening to it for half a day. Lao Zhao is the housekeeper of the Zhao family. He thought the little girl would leave when she was tired of crying, or at least stop crying, but... Finally he came out.

The child didn't dump him, "wow..." cried harder. That cry is really how miserable, how miserable, like a mournful examination. It's a man who has to break his heart.

Lao Zhao racked his brains and couldn't make the child stop crying, so he had to shake his head and go back to the house. The child looked at his back and muttered, "smelly man..."

Shaoqing, the same words appeared: "little girl, why are you crying?" it was Aunt Liu, the nanny in the house. The child didn't lift his head, "wow..." his voice soared eight degrees higher and cried even more. Aunt Liu was distressed. She cried so bitterly when she looked at such a doll as beautiful as powder carved jade carved porcelain, but she couldn't help it. Aunt Liu is a professional wet nurse. She knows that children like toys, so she said, "baby, wait a minute, I'll bring you toys." the child was very attentive and devoted, as if she didn't hear Aunt Liu's words. After Aunt Liu left, the child scolded: "ugly woman..."

"Little sister, what are you crying for?" it was like the sound of nature floated into the child's ears, and the child stopped crying immediately. I thought to myself, "it's over if you come out early. I'm tired to death!"

The visitor is Zhaofu Qianjin apricot blue, twenty-eight years old. She wore a light purple gauze skirt and tied a blue satin around her waist, which just highlighted the small Manyao. At this time, she was bending her willow waist and arched an attractive arc in her hips, which was very imaginative. Coupled with her picturesque moth eyebrows, soft bright eyes, attractive cherry lips and neat shell teeth like white jade, the child couldn't help swallowing in front of the child.

The child grunted, "I'm hungry." his voice was sweet and crisp, like a big apple.

Apricot blue took her little hand: "little sister, what's your name? My sister will take you to eat."

The child flashed his innocent big eyes and said, "my name is Xiaolan. I can't walk anymore. My sister hugged me." then he opened his little hand and threw himself impolitely into Xinglan's arms. His head deliberately or unintentionally arched the holy land between the two white rabbits in front of her chest. Xinglan lovingly stroked the child's head tied with a sheep's horn braid.