Zeng Yu tied a big black horse to a wooden stake by the bridge, untied a cloth bag containing a teapot and a pen washing from the saddle. The girl's baby figure had already walked onto the single-plank bridge, holding a bamboo pole guardrail with her left hand, and holding a deep pink oil-red paper umbrella with her right hand. The clouds flew over the evening, the rain and wind were swaying. The girl's baby figure in a light green dress was like a hilt in the wind, tilting her side, struggling with her steps--

"Be careful, Miss Yingzi is careful."

Zeng Yu loudly reminded him to place the untied cloth bag on the ground and quickly meet it—

Hearing a "huh", the wind blew, and the maple forest shook. The oil paper umbrella in Yingzi's hand bulged the strong wind and suddenly leaned to the left, leading Yingzi to almost planting the river. He also liked Yingzi's agile and cleverness, so he quickly let go. The pink oil paper umbrella rose into the air, flew over the stream, and went straight to the top of the forest-

The two-meter-long single-plank bridge Yingzi had already walked for more than halfway. Even if she retreated, she would be wet. Yingzi looked at her feet, mastered her balance, and walked quickly. In the blink of an eye, she walked over the bridge, but she just slid when she got off the bridge. Zeng Yu had already waited, and she held her feet and stood firm. She smiled "Prince" and then patted her heart, "It's so dangerous, I almost let the wind blow into the water - the umbrella flew away."

The girl's fine eyebrows were stained with crystal raindrops, and the rain flowed through her smooth and fair face, like the layer of glaze on the exquisite porcelain. The beauty and cheerfulness made Zeng Yushe not blame her for a moment.

Lu Miaoxiang also walked out, holding a green cloth umbrella, and complained from the other side of the stream: "Xiaozi, why have you crossed the bridge? Mr. Zeng is coming here. Look, the umbrellas are blown away now, and both of them are wet."

The young girl said, "I want to give Mr. Zeng an umbrella. Who knows that the wind is so strong? Is this called haste a lack of reach?"

Zeng Yu smiled and said, "I was already wet when I entered the forest, and I felt that Miss Yingzi was implicated - Wow, the rain was too heavy, and the rain flowed into my mouth as soon as I spoke." He walked back and picked up the cloth bag and said to Yingzi, "Follow me, hold the bamboo railing with one hand and my shoulder with the other, be careful not to slip under his feet."

The girl raised her eyebrows with a thin eyebrows, said happily, put her left hand on Zeng Yu's left shoulder, and walked carefully to the other end of the single-plank bridge. The heavy rain poured on her face. However, the girl was very excited. She remembered what she had done and laughed out loud.

Zeng Yu warned: "Don't be distracted, be careful."

Lu Miao wanted to see Zeng Yu and Yingzi slowly walking over the bridge, and her heart was held. When she saw the two crossing the bridge safely, she felt at ease and was happy for no reason. Mr. Zeng and Xiaozi were really a perfect match.

Yingzi crossed the bridge and then smiled: "I just helped Mr. Zeng, just as if I was a blind man. In the past, there was a fortune teller in Qingtian Village. Every day, a child was helped to tell fortunes for people--

Lu Miao wanted to say angrily: "You talk a lot, come and hold an umbrella." He looked at Zeng Yu with clear eyes. The young scholar's headscarf was wet, but he was smiling happily as if Yingzi was.

Zeng Yu walked towards the wooden house in the rain with a cloth bag, and thought to Lu Miao: "Be careful, Miss Yingzi will help your aunt. Anyway, the young student is soaked, so he doesn't care about getting wet for a while."

While speaking, Zeng Yu had already run into the wood gate, walked a few steps past the yard, and arrived under the wooden eaves, put down the wet cloth bag, wiped the rain on his face, and when he turned around, the bamboo fence and wood gate at dusk had withered, and the fat banana leaves were shining. Yingzi and Lu Miaoxiang came with an umbrella together. The rain lines were dense, and this scene was really in the painting.

When he entered the eaves, Lu Miaoxiang gently stamped the mud on his feet and said to Yingzi: "Hurry up and change the bag and skirt, don't catch a cold and get sick."

Yingzi looked at Zeng Yu, whose square towel and mattress were wet, and asked with concern: "What should Mr. Zeng do?"

Zeng Yu said: "It doesn't matter. When the rain drops slightly, you will get on the horse and rush back to the village. It will take more than two miles and you will arrive in a short time."

Yingzi's upper shirt and the trousers covered with her outside were wet. Yingzi herself didn't feel indecent, but Lu Miaoxiang saw two little buds on her chest. The girl had already started to grow up.

"You go and change your dress quickly. Mr. Zeng doesn't have to worry about it. I'll fry brown sugar ginger soup for you to drink."

Lu Miaoxiang pushed her shoulder behind the baby position: "Go quickly."

Yingzi went into the bedroom of the east house to change clothes. Lu Miao wanted to get a facial towel and handed it to Zeng Yu: "Young Master Zeng first wipe your face, and Nu Ni goes to fry ginger soup." After that, he took an umbrella and went to the kitchen behind him.

Zeng Yu could twist out the water when he took off his headscarf, rub it on his face, and looked at his body. His upper body was completely wet, and his wet clothes were touching his skin, which made him feel cold and cold. His lower body was fine, and he waved his pants and looked up at the sky. The dark clouds were drooping, and heavy rain poured. It seemed that the rain was still small for a while. The weather was approaching frost was already quite cold. He had to go back to Qianshantang to change his clothes quickly. Otherwise, even if he had a good physique, he would have to feel sick from the wind and cold. When he was in a foreign land, his most feared thing was illness.

The infant changed Yu Jing's dress quickly and came out. Seeing Zeng Yu standing under the eaves soaked, the wind blew over and saw how cold it was. He said worriedly: "Mr. Zeng, how can you do this? There is no clothes you can change here."

Lu Miao wanted to turn around with an umbrella. She had cut the slices of ginger and green onion and cooked them in the clay pot. She was worried that Zeng Yu would be cold, so she came over and said, "Young Master Zeng, the rain is still urgent. You can't leave for a while, so how about going to the kitchen to keep warm? - Xiaozi, take Mr. Zeng." He handed the umbrella to Yingzi.

The girl didn't think much about it, and held up her umbrella high and said, "Mr. Zeng, go to the kitchen."

Zeng Yu said, "I'll hold an umbrella." When he walked out of the eaves, he looked back at Lu Miaoxiang. Lu Miaoxiang lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyelashes, and smiled faintly.

Zeng Yu and Yingzi came to the kitchen. The ginger soup cooked in the clay pot had already smelled overflowing. The fire was warm. When the fire was roasted by the stove, Zeng Yu's wet clothes slowly steamed up the water vapor. The water vapor would push into the pores, which was not good for the body.

The ginger soup boiled quickly, and the sugar bowl was next to it, adding two spoons of brown sugar. Zeng Yu and Yingzi each held a bowl of ginger soup and drank it. The two looked at each other. Yingzi's face turned red first. He quickly drank the soup, but it burned again. With a "ah", he sucked his lips and inhaled, looking shy and cute.

Zeng Yu looked at Yingzi gently and said, "Drink slowly, drink in small sips."

Soon, both of them finished drinking the ginger soup. Zeng Yu said, "Miss Yingzi, you go back to the house first. I want to take off my clothes and bake it. It feels uncomfortable to wear it wet."

The baby yelled "Oh", and a shy look on his face, and he returns to the wooden house with an umbrella.

Lu Miaoxiang was still standing under the eaves and staring at the hazy rain forest, stunned. When Yingzi came back, she hurriedly asked, "Why are you back, Mr. Zeng?"

The girl baby figure said shyly: "Mr. Zeng said he wanted to dry the clothes and let me come here."

Lu Miaoxiang also said "Oh", and his tone was very similar to Yingzi, and he said, "Then wait - Xiaozi, don't you feel cold, do you?" He took Yingzi's hand and stroked it gently.

Yingzi said, "I don't know, I'm just worried about Mr. Zeng." Looking at the aunt Lu Miaoxiang's teasing smile, Yingzi's little face turned red in an instant. She pulled her hand out of her aunt's palm and turned back to the east room. After a while, it came out again. Her face was still red. She leaned against Lu Miaoxiang and quietly watched the dripping water on the eaves. A row of small round nests on the stone steps were always unhappy with water. The water dripping through the stones. She wanted to drip the bluestone slab out of such a nest. It can be seen that this wooden house is a bit old.

Lu Miao thought about saying something, but finally he was speechless. The two of them snuggled up silently. They have been relying on each other for the rest of the years.

In fact, it is only the second hour of You. If the weather is sunny and the sunset has just set, the sky is still bright, but on this rainy day, it is dark very quickly. Lu Miaoxiang and Yingzi only felt that they had been under the eaves for a while, and the sky was getting dark. The rain was still tight and slowing down.

Yingzi said, "Have Mr. Zeng's clothes not roasted yet?"

Lu Miao wanted to shake his head and said, "How can I know? Why don't you go and have a look?"

Yingzi said coquettishly: "Mom"

Lu Miao wanted to laugh softly, suddenly her expression froze and said, "It seems like a spatula sounds--"

When Yingzi listened carefully, there was indeed a sound of cooking in the kitchen. The two looked at each other, not understanding what was going on, and they were not inconvenient to go to the kitchen to check it out, worried that they would see Zeng Yu naked.

After a while, the kitchen became quiet and the rain was getting lighter. It was drizzling. At this time, footsteps sounded. Zeng Yu came over wearing a mattress and smiled and said, "I went back to the village. When I borrowed the baking clothes, I cooked my dinners by the way. I just hoped that I wouldn't think I was poor in cooking." After that, he covered his mattress and touched the dark door.

Lu Miao wanted to call out: "Young Master Zeng, carry a lantern to shine on the road."

Zeng Yu's voice in the darkness responded: "No need, you can still tell it vaguely under your feet."

Lu Miaoxiang and Yingzi stood under the eaves and heard Zeng Yu crossing the single-plank bridge, untied the reins and led the horse out of the forest. After a while, Yingzi said, "Mom, Mr. Zeng, he is far away."
Chapter completed!