Chapter 22

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.

She was able to take a bath in the past two days. Before that, she had to wipe the intact place with Lanxiang's towel. Therefore, it was the most comfortable time for Fu Rong to sit in the bath again and have a good bath. After she took off her clothes, she found that several scabs on her body fell off. She was in a better mood. She urged Lanxiang excitedly: "help me to have a look. Has the scab on my back come off?"

Lanxiang hung her clothes on the screen and came back to have a look. She said, "there are still two small ones."

Fu Rong, with a smile on his face, took off his obscene trousers and stepped into the barrel.

Lanxiang carefully helped her wipe her body. Knowing that Fu Rong was in a low mood, Lanxiang chose a good one and said, "girl, the Jade Snow dew provided by Mr. Ge is very good. If you look at the scab before, it is a little pink at first, but now it's almost the same as the other place. If you don't look closely, you can't see it at all. I believe it won't take long to recover."

Fu Rong raised his arm. He was very satisfied with his white arm.

Lan Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

When Fu Rong's hair was dry, Lan Xiang waited on Fu Rong to rest, closed the window, turned off the light, and stepped back to rest on the outside couch.

Fu Rong's body only a few scattered acne scab, no longer use her vigil.

The night in the village seems more quiet. Fu Rong lies comfortably, missing his relatives in the city in the quiet fragrance of rose flowers.

I fell asleep before I knew it.

When I fell asleep, I didn't find a thin bamboo tube coming in through the window paper, sending in a wisp of smoke.

The steps under the window were slight. Someone left and someone came again.

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