Chapter 428: Xiao Yi and Nan Jiaojiao in childhood (2)

I met my third aunt again, it was the winter of the following year.
The snow was heavy that year.
He crossed the veranda and met his third aunt at the corner.
The third aunt held Xiao Baoyi and saw him. She was pleasantly surprised: "I haven't seen him for so long, Xiao Yi has grown a lot taller. Jiaojiao, call second brother soon!"
Xiao Yi was expressionless.
Although he is busy studying and practicing martial arts every day, he knows how the people in the mansion spoil the younger sister.
"Jiaojiao" is the small print that the old lady took for her.
Xiao Baoyi was wearing a thick big red cotton-padded jacket, with a cinnabar mole on her brows, like a dragon girl doll on a New Year picture, and was carefully placed on the ground by the third aunt.
She raised her small face, her eyes were sparkling, and her voice was sweet and soft: "Second, second brother!"
She bends her knees in a decent way, with her chubby little hands folded around her waist, learning how to make a thousand blessings, but her tail fingers are raised unconsciously, cute and stupid.
The third aunt covered her lips and chuckled, "We are so cute! Xiaoyi, do you want to hug your sister?"
Xiao Yi was expressionless.
He is already a man, how can he hold a little girl?
He will never touch this kind of milky girl in his life.
He said coldly: "No. The academy left homework, third aunt, leave."
He passed by.
After walking a few steps, I heard the little girl who sucked her milk and said: "Mother, brother, fierce and ugly."
Pause slightly.
His face was gloomy.
This girl, actually calling him ugly?
The third aunt laughed.
She said: "Here Xue Da, Xiao Yi, I will go back to get the cloak, you will help me take care of Jiaojiao for a while, okay?"
Xiao Yi responded.
The red-painted veranda is winding and long, with goose feathers and heavy snow falling outside the corridor, which is the season when dripping water becomes ice.
He squatted down on one knee in front of the little girl and reached out to poke the cinnabar mole on the center of her forehead.
The little girl's beauty-consciousness hurriedly protected her forehead and stared at him alertly.
He took a handful of candy from his pocket.
The nougat from the Lama Temple is very fragrant.
He said: "Call my brother, give you a candy."
The little girl's eyes were clear and soft.
Her little milk voice was sweet and terribly soft: "Brother! Brother!"
Xiao Yi stuffed two nougat into her pocket, peeled off the kraft paper, and fed her one.
The milk is very fragrant.
The little girl raised her eyebrows, "Brother, Tangtang is so sweet!"
When the third aunt came back with the cloak, the little girl's pockets were filled with fragrant nougat.
When Xiao Yi returned to the loquat courtyard to practice martial arts, the soft look of the little girl always appeared in his mind.
He suddenly felt that having a younger sister was also good.
It was snowy and clear at night.
He was reading around the stove in the loquat courtyard, and the little waiter came back with a food box in ten words.
He said: "My son, the humble post found nougat in the snow. It seems to be the kind sent to you from Chang'an by the Empress. It's really strange. Does Jinguan City also have the candies from the Lama Temple?"
Xiao Yi closed the book.
He got up and quickly left the loquat courtyard.
The little girl was greedy and squeamish, it was impossible to throw the nougat in the snow.
Something may have happened to her.
Facts have proved that his conjecture is correct.
He walked along the loquat courtyard towards the kitchen, and quickly found sporadic nougat in the snowdrift by the snow light.
After looking for another moment, he saw a pothole.
It was dug up by Nan Chengyi, the son of the second room who wanted to be a ranger in the daytime. It was said that he wanted to trap rabbits in the garden.
At this time, the pothole was buried by the heavy snow, and Xiao Yi reached out his hand to cut through the soft, fine snow. The little girl nestled in the snow hole was wearing a red brocade, who was Nan Baoyi.
The pockets of the scarlet brocade were torn apart by the branches, and the candy would gradually fall to the ground.
Her eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with fine snow, her face flushed with cold, and she was holding a carrot in her arms.
Yes, Nan Chengyi didn't catch the rabbit, but he caught his sister.
If he came a quarter of an hour late tonight, the little girl would have to suffocate in the snow cave.
Shiku and Shiyan found them with lanterns.
Ten bitterly said: "Master, the backyard is making trouble, saying that the fifth girl is missing. It seems that the nanny accidentally fell asleep, and the fifth girl took the opportunity to sneak out-hey, isn't it the fifth girl you are holding?"
Xiao Yi stroked the thin snow on Nan Baoyi's cheek.
He took the little his back and walked towards Jinyi Pavilion.
He secretly placed the little girl in a place that attracted people's attention and hid behind the red lacquered pillars. He saw the little maids of Jinyi Pavilion yelling and carrying her back before returning to the loquat courtyard.
after that……
He has to learn more and more things.
On the bright side, he is an unfavorable adopted son of Nanfu.
But secretly, he received the careful teachings of his master from Chang'an, that he had to learn everything except the emperor's art.
Several spring and autumn.
The number of meetings with that little girl became less and less, and when he recovered, she had grown from a little white and tender glutinous rice dumpling to an eight or nine-year-old naughty girl.
The pampering of the elders in the mansion kept her overbearing.
Climbing trees into the water, catching fish and rabbits, nothing she is not good at.
It just happens to like to bully.
He looked at the forbearance of the third aunt's face, but he became more interested in her.
At that time, the third aunt's body was deteriorating, and she needed to be ill in bed all the year round, and she was hung with expensive decoctions every day to continue her life.
When the little girl was ten years old, the third aunt was finally critically ill.
The azaleas in the garden that year bloomed lively, red as blood.
The Nan family and Song family began to visit Jinyi Pavilion frequently.
All kinds of rare supplements are sent to Jinyi Pavilion like flowing water, but they are of no use.
The sub-regulation sounded.
At dusk, he quietly stepped into his third aunt's bedroom.
The calm and elegant floral fragrance in the room was replaced by a strong medicinal fragrance.
The light and shadow were dim, and the drapery was hanging down.
He sat on the couch, rolled up the tent, and saw that the third aunt was sick but quiet.
If Xu Shi feels something, the third aunt slowly opened her eyes.
She smiled and said, "Xiao Yi."
Xiao Yi was expressionless, staring down and pointing to the brocade box on the table, "I brought a 600-year-old wild ginseng to my third aunt."
"That kind of good things, don't spoil me."
The woman coughed and slowly sat up.
She is very thin and skinny, with prominent cheekbones, far from the beautiful woman she met in the garden for the first time.
She gently tucked the corner of the quilt for the person lying on the back of the bed.
Only then did Xiao Yi notice that Nan Baoyi was still asleep in the Babu bed.
The little girl slept in a ball, her small white hands unconsciously grabbed the corners of her mother's clothes, and there were crystal clear tears on her eyelashes, and she cried for a long time before going to bed.
It turned out to be as stubborn as Nan Jiaojiao, and she also knew what death meant.
"I have always known that you are a capable person." Aunt San said softly, "Xiao Yi, in the future, take care of Jiaojiao for Auntie, don't call her like me, okay?"
Xiao Yi was silent and nodded slowly.
The evening light of spring came through the window.
The third aunt's smile was content and calm, warmer than the setting sun.
She leaned down and gently kissed Nan Jiaojiao's eyebrows.