Yan Xu didn't speak much when she was a child. When she was young in Northern Xinjiang, the people around her spoke differently from those in the Central Plains. The only person she could talk to was the wet nurse who accompanied her. But after all, there was a generation gap and the distinction between master and servant, so their initial conversations were always unfamiliar.
Until Yan Xu was three years old, twenty-nine years after being frightened, one bitterly cold evening after the first day of the new year, Yan Xu picked up a "puppy" and went home.
When Yan Xu saw him, he was thrown outside the door. In the snowy sky, he seemed to be buried in the snow. Yan Xu took him home, and after taking a closer look at his appearance, she realized that he looked different from the people here, but he looked similar to herself.
"Are you from the Central Plains?" This was the first thing Yan Xu said to him.
"Puppy" looked at her and didn't answer.
"I'll treat you as yours." This was the second sentence Yan Xu said to him.
Why do you only remember these two sentences? Because after that, Yan Xu spoke too much, and she almost didn't need to respond. As long as the "puppy" opened her eyes, she would output continuously, and in the end she would frown and say, "Why are you mute?"
"Puppy" stared at her expressionlessly.
Then, Yan Xu spoke more, and it was hard for the "puppy" not to notice her. During the white months at the end of the month, she was always dressed in gorgeous colors, more dazzling than the sun.
Later, the "puppy" left without saying goodbye. Every time she breathed out her complaints, she was chewed up and swallowed back into her stomach. After that, she returned to Tongcheng. She wanted to be a lady, behave elegantly, and talk appropriately. When she heard any unpleasant words, she could only laugh and relieve her stomach in her heart.
Whenever this happens, Xie Yan would laugh and tease her, "Little mute, what are you scolding again?"
Later, Xie Yan would pry her mouth open and tell her seriously to speak and not to pretend to be mute.
After that, Yan Shu talked more and more.
Going around in circles, it was he who listened to her.
"Xie Yan, you really talk a lot..." ( -_-? )
"Pretend."∩_∩
***Historical fiction, please be careful***
Purpose: I hope everyone is happy
