C62 (1/2)

On midsummer afternoons, there was always a smell that was more tiring than a winter night.

The chirping of cicadas from the tree branches was somewhat weak.

At the front of the yard, Qingying was leading her maidservants to bring down the chirping of the trees. She kept bringing down the trees with her net, so as to prevent the old lady from having trouble sleeping all day.

Although she didn't have to do it herself, she brought the maidservants to and fro as they walked. Not long after, they were all covered in sweat.

The afternoon was a small parasol tree forest, called a forest, but it was only a few trees. However, after so many years, these trees were covered in foliage, green leaves overlapping each other. Standing below, it was even cooler than standing in a house with ice cubes.

It was unknown whether it was due to psychological effects, but when Qingying walked from the courtyard that was as hot as a bamboo steamer to here, she instantly felt that she couldn't even hear that sound anymore.

Since he couldn't sleep at all, he might as well stay here for a while to cool himself down. He glanced at a large rock over there that had been deliberately polished until it was extremely smooth, just for someone to rest here.

Just as he was about to go over, he heard a stifled cry.

Following the sound of crying, he saw that it was the autumn chrysanthemum in Chu Xuanhua's room.

”Autumn chrysanthemum?” What are you doing here? ”

Sure enough, someone was here. Qiu Ju turned around, her eyes still filled with panic, but there were still tears on her face. ”Qing … Sister Qingying! ”

Qingying walked over gently, and tried her best to put on a gentle smile: ”What's wrong? Crying alone? But what grievances? ”

Seeing her speaking so gently, Qiuqiu found it somewhat difficult to speak. She said nothing and only hung her head.

He sat down beside her, handed over his handkerchief, and said in a warm voice, ”If there's anything you need, feel free to tell me. If you feel unhappy, it will naturally be much better.”

But Qiuju still did not speak.

Qingying did not force her, and said, ”Actually, the most important thing for us servants is to recognize our duty, and do our best to serve the master. However, in life, who didn't suffer at times?

However, because we are servants, we should understand that our grievances are all private and cannot be revealed. In front of bamboo, no matter what time, we should always be happy.

So! [Since you are unhappy, you should cry for a while. Other than here, don't cry anymore, otherwise …] ”But I've just lost my job.”

Her voice was very soft, with a hint of comfort and admonition that came from the elders.

At her words, Qiuju turned her head slightly to look at her, but then quickly turned back, still with her head bowed.