Chapter 108 A day in the life of the white-haired maid
Wei Lai likes Ouyang Rong to touch her hair.
This made her feel surprisingly safe.
Shrinking in his arms was like returning to the small cage in the backyard of Jinxiaokou Horse Shop.
Yes.
A small cage is not a restraint.
But a small home.
Because she is not a canary, but an ugly duckling.
Once she leaves the cage, people outside will bully her.
Everything hates her.
Therefore, Wei Lai never envied the sky outside, but instead relied on her small birdcage-like home.
Although the rainwater on the eaves often made her wet, and the ants on the bluestone steps under her feet often bullied her.
Until, I met the owner.
Only then did Wei Lai realize that there was something warmer and more radiant outside than the blue and white sky, the late night starry sky, the green mountains in the distance, and the flowers blooming in the corner.
Just like in the world of black and white, the appearance of color would not make her secretly turn her attention.
Although when we first met, I was still a little afraid of his extended hand.
Then Vera came out.
Arrive at Meiluyuan.
We arrived at this quiet courtyard next to the plum forest.
Although I was still a little confused along the way.
But Vera got a new little cage.
Locking her heart tightly, she never wanted to leave this time.
Wei Lai is actually very easy to be satisfied.
Just like now.
Although the owner is very busy most of the time and is almost always running around outside during the day.
When I come back for dinner in the evening, I mainly accompany the eldest lady Zhen. Only after dinner can I have some time to chat with her on the corridor of the house.
After returning to the house, he was reading and meditating at the desk again. Only when she went to bring tea and water, could he see the owner looking up and smiling at her, and saying thank you or "for your hard work" to her. But just this sentence can make her happy.
Weila was happy for a few days.
But Wei La is a personal maid and can sleep with her master in her arms every night.
All I could smell in my nose was his breath, and sometimes what I tasted in my mouth was his taste. When I woke up from a clear dream one night, all I could see was him.
What else is not satisfying enough?
Although in Meilu Garden, the eldest lady, Zhen Shi, Banxi and other companions did not have a very good attitude toward her.
Wei Lai has become somewhat accustomed to the current life.
Every day during the day, when he was away, in addition to learning various maid skills from the eyes of her companions, she would sit silently in the room in a daze, looking at the sky on the eaves outside the door, looking forward to darkening.
And at night, when her master was reading under the lamp, she would silently bring him tea and water, fold his clothes and fold his quilt, or move an embroidery stool to his desk, squinting her eyes like a kitten and talking to him.
The smell is as warm as the old yellow firelight, and I practice needlework slightly clumsily, sewing spring clothes.
Occasionally, if the index finger hurts, and there are thin drops of blood slowly growing in size on it, the owner will grab her little hand, look at it carefully, and bandage it.
Every time at this time, Wei Lai couldn't help but peek at his focused side face.
The owner is very disciplined in his work and rest.
Every night at midnight, I would leave my desk on time, brush my teeth, go to bed, and close my eyes to sleep.
And Wei Lai would prepare thin willow sticks and mouthwash for him in advance every time.
Then she would go to bed a quarter of an hour early, untie her sideburns that had been tied up all day, roll up her waist-length silver hair into a ball that was easy for him to touch, and let it fall in front of her right shoulder. Then she would take off her underwear, wearing only pink.
With her pink bellyband and trousers, she crawled into bed like a little snake and warmed the bed for her master.
After a quarter of an hour, he went to bed to rest, his body warmed up quickly, he gently stroked her silver hair and fell into a deep sleep.
And before her master closed his eyes and fell asleep, Wei Lai would not stretch out her little hands to hug him, let alone put her legs on him and wrap around him like an octopus that night.
I did this because I was worried about disturbing his sleep.
In fact, the owner allowed her to hug him when he was awake and had no objection.
However, Wei Lai carefully discovered that every time she hugged him to sleep in advance, it would take a while for the master's breathing to become regular in the dark and he would fall asleep.
And if you don't hold him before going to bed, the owner who has worked hard for a day will almost fall asleep on the pillow, and occasionally snore slightly.
Of course, Wei Lai felt sorry for her master who woke up early to catch his breath and didn't sleep well, so he restrained himself and waited until he fell into a deep sleep every night before quietly stretching out his little hand and silently retracting into his master's arms.
Wrapped in the darkness and the warmth of her master, she felt like she had returned to the small cage in the backyard of Jinxiaokou Mazhang.
Her little face gradually became contented and peaceful as she slept.
This is the daily life of her personal maid.
In fact, Wei Lai heard from the other sisters in Meiluyuan that the personal maid should have one more thing to do after the master went to bed. They also laughed at her, saying that the master didn't like her so he didn't touch her.
But Wei Lai knew that her master was not the same as the men they talked about.
Wei Lai could clearly see that he seemed to be busy with a very important matter and focused all his energy on it. He wandered around a place called Dickong Gate and Luming Street every day.
They are different from the little maids like them who are fighting every day in the deep courtyard.
And the tenderness between the master and her is not without.
But most nights are as dull as the above, with warmth and ambiguity only occasionally present.
In fact, this is the normal life in this small Meilin courtyard.
Wei Lai lived extremely peacefully.
As for that private and shameful bed matter.
Only occasionally, in the dark bed and quilt, at night when there was a bit of joy and bustle, I did some clever tea ceremonies that let nature take its course, and the simple but memorable effective water control of Butterfly Creek.
But the master never completely broke her body.
She was a little confused about this and had only a partial understanding of it. She only knew that she did not hug him tightly with her arms every time and obeyed the soft instructions, but her little face was always buried in his chest...
Sometimes when it gets quiet in the darkness, the little sweat-stained face in the quilt will be lifted up, and he will whisper to the owner, but he will close his eyes and pretend to be stupid. Sometimes he will be scared, and then he will quietly explain a lame reason, saying that he is afraid of her.
My little body can't stand it.
Wei Lai actually didn't quite understand.
She is one or two years older than that girl Ah Qing, and the latter was already of marriageable age in the Zhou Dynasty, and even this was still relatively late.
As for Miss Xie from the Su Mansion next door, who is only a few years younger than her master, if placed in the countryside of Longcheng County, she would be considered an older leftover girl. However, Miss Xie is of noble birth and has no worries about getting married. She just doesn’t want to get married.
These slaves and poor people are different.
Perhaps because of her bloodline, Wei Lai found that as long as her nutrition kept up and she ate more eggs and meat, her body would be much plumper than other girls of the same age.
So Wei Lai felt that the hot-blooded master gave a very lame reason.
If she had been bolder and more frivolous, she would have replied, "How will the master know if he doesn't try? Doesn't the master often say "you must know what you must do"?
But Wei Lai still couldn't bear to expose her master after all. She felt guilty and distressed even when she saw his face racking his brains to find excuses.
And whenever it was midnight and the master and servant hugged each other to rest, the master would always ask her some strange questions.
The most common question is whether she has ever missed her hometown.
In fact, not really, but Wei Lai, who was lying on his chest, would still nod slightly and say "a little bit".
But she didn't even know what her hometown was like, so why did she miss it?
Whenever this happens, the master will become surprisingly silent.
Wei Lai knew that the master missed his hometown.
He never said.
Instead, he asked her if she would go back to her hometown if she had the chance.
Of course Wei Lai shook her head like a rattle, her silver hair swaying cutely in the darkness.
At this time, the master always chuckled, "You respond to me for support, but if I respond, I won't respond, right?" and stretched out his hand to pinch her hot, still blushing face.
Another time.
The master also asked her to change her name to Tanlang, but Wei Lai only agreed to call him that way in front of others, and insisted on calling him master when they were alone.
In addition to habits, the main reason is Wei Laer's keen discovery...
The master actually liked her calling her like this. At least when Wei Lai hugged him and called him master, his body reaction was high-spirited and liked.
Can't be wrong.
Wei Lai, who was particularly emotionally sensitive to the master's various subtle reactions, nodded quietly. It turned out that the master also had different opinions...
These things that happened in the dead of night are actually just small episodes in the life of Meiluyuan.
Most of the time, in fact, I spend a long time waiting in a house without an owner during the day, staring at the blue sky outside the door.
By the way, besides that, there is one more thing that cannot be escaped in life in Meiluyuan.
The half-year-old sister and the others like to "invade" her and her master's yard more and more.
…
"The eldest lady asked us to send some mung bean cakes to Tanlang. Please give way and stay out of the way."
Late at night.
There are two red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the Meilin courtyard.
The double courtyard door was originally only opened a crack by the white-haired maid inside the door, revealing her pair of probing eyes, but now there was a "shaking" sound and someone forcefully pushed it open from the outside.
Wei Lai was wearing a sky blue maid's skirt and had beautiful sideburns. She staggered back a few steps and almost fell down the steps.
Banxi walked straight into the courtyard with four big maids. He looked around the empty courtyard without looking at the white-haired maid behind him.
The Silla maid put her hands in front of her and lifted a mahogany pastry box. When she saw the light in the study room, her eyes lit up and she walked over.
"Who's coming?"
Ouyang Rong asked curiously as if he heard the movement in the yard.
"Mr. Sir, the eldest lady asked the slave to bring you some delicious food." Half-soft judo.
"Then come in."
Ouyang Rong didn't pay much attention and continued reading.
Banxi walked into the study with four maids.
In the yard, through the silhouette of the window, Wei Lai saw Ban Xi and others gathered around the desk, obediently and diligently trying to please the master, but she remained silent.
Wei Lai turned around and went to the west wing to boil water and make a pot of tea.
The room was pitch dark, and she didn't light a lamp.
When she heard the sound of Banxi and others leaving the study in the yard outside, the white-haired maid took a deep breath, took the tea and sent it to the study.
In the courtyard, Banxi passed by four maids and Wei Lai who was serving tea.
He took a half-careful look at Wei La.
The white-haired maid lowered her eyes, stopped obediently, held the plate in her hand, and bowed her knees: "Sister Banxi."
But at this moment, a maid who was closest to Wei Lai seemed to be unsteady, and lightly pounced on Wei Lai, giving her a push.
In the quiet courtyard, there was a "clang".
Wei Lai was so burned that she jumped back two steps.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sister Wei Lai, my foot slipped just now, are you okay?"
The maid apologized, took out a handkerchief and wiped it with her in a symbolic way.
"I...I'm fine."
Wei Lai looked down and anxiously wiped the fabric of her dress on her chest and abdomen that were wet with tea.
Hot is the next best thing.
These are the new clothes the owner ordered for her when she stopped by a tailor shop in Dongshi last time.
He said that he saw that the maids in the courtyard of Junior Sister Su Mansion were all wearing this kind of beautiful maid skirt. He thought she might look better wearing it, so he casually asked the clothing store and bought one for her.
Banxi turned around and scolded the maid: "Didn't you eat? You can't even stand still. It's true."
Wei Lai wiped it carefully, lowered her head and bit her lip: "It doesn't matter, Sister Banxi, I'll change it."
He nodded half thinly and glanced at the back of the white-haired maid entering the room.
Half an hour later.
Wei Lai changed into another dress, left the room, and went to the study.
When she reached the corridor outside the study, she suddenly stopped.
In the study, the owner put down his books and sat in front of the window to rest, holding a steaming teacup in his hand.
But Banxi and other sisters did not leave. I don't know when they got up. They had brewed a pot of tea and were standing aside to serve the master drinking tea. From time to time, they said some clever and clever words to make the man of the house laugh.
Wei Lai stood quietly on the porch for a long time.
Not long after, in the study, Ouyang Rong, who was not thinking about drinking tea, put down his cup and continued writing at his desk. He waited for the maid to take leave and leave the study.
On the corridor, the two parties met again.
With a half-slender expression as if nothing had happened, he smiled softly at Wei Lai and left with the four maids behind him who had teasing eyes.
When passing by, the maid who accidentally "falled" into Wei La turned her head and praised her: "Sister Wei La's dress is very pretty."
I don’t know which one to praise.
Wei Lai lowered his head and stood there waiting.
When she heard the sound of the courtyard door closing behind her, she moved her steps and silently walked to the study.
The white-haired maid looked calm, as if she was used to it.
In a wealthy family, serving tea and water to the master is a job that a lot of maids compete overtly and covertly for.
In a wealthy family's mansion, there are hundreds of maids, but not many of them can appear in front of the master. Sometimes the master simply doesn't remember that there is someone like you in the family, and can only spend his whole life in the laundry room.
Do the dirty work.
Ouyang Rong, the magistrate of Longcheng County, lives a very simple life. There are not many maids in Meiluyuan, there are only about ten of them, but the only two he is familiar with are Wei Lai and Ban Xi, and there are a few familiar ones.
, is the personal maid next to my aunt.
Ouyang Rong didn't pay too much attention to these, and didn't feel that he was special. His daily food, clothing, housing and transportation were arranged by Wei Lai and his aunt. He was also happy to have a leisurely life. He was already very grateful and satisfied with the life in Meiluyuan. He had a feeling of being served before the big exam in his previous life.
The feeling of being steady and concentrating on reading.
But what Ouyang Rong didn't know was that every day when he came home, all the maids in Meiluyuan who were slightly motivated would keep their eyes secretly on the male master, eager to work for him and be in front of him.
Show your face a lot, and with just one word from him, their status under the Zhen family will soar.
Therefore, the position of Wei Lai, the personal maid of Meilin Courtyard, became particularly popular in Meiluyuan.
If Ouyang Rong and Zhen had brought back an expensive maid with excellent looks and skills from Kou Ma Xing, then the maids including Ban Xi would not have much intention to compete with her, but would instead be fawning over her.
It's a pity that what he brought back was a white-haired girl.
Mrs. Zhen doesn’t like it, and it seems that Lang Jun is virginal...
Veraire knew very well that she was blocking the way of her sisters.
At least that's what she looks like.
On the corridor, a pair of beautiful gray-blue eyes of the white-haired maid who wants to cling to a warm and ordinary life becomes increasingly calm.
In these two chapters, I want to write about some daily plump characters, although the writing may not be very good... so it's a bit watery, sorry, brothers.