auspicious time has come

Chapter 66 The old story of Mrs. Wen

"It's all old stuff, I'm going to let Painter Ji laugh at me..." Mrs. Wen smiled, her eyes gradually drifting away.

Jiji has already handed the peeled handful of pine nuts to her daughter.

Heng Yu did not disappoint the pine nuts, and listened very carefully.

The snow-white clouds piled up in the blue sky are fluffy and soft, like a jade rabbit jumping happily.

Under the white clouds, the color of a paper kite that has faded over the years gradually becomes brighter, and it rises high with the wind——

The seven or eight-year-old boy holding the kite string on the ground looked back at the goose-yellow figure behind him while running: "Lehuai... Hurry up!"

The girl who was about his age responded with a smile, and chased after him with her skirt, but accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

"Le Huai!"

The boy immediately let go of the paper kite in his hand, turned around and ran towards the girl, helping her up.

The two sat on the grass, the girl's head was covered with weeds, he reached out to remove it for her, but he did not deftly move the little bun on the girl's head like a chicken coop, the two looked at each other for a moment, both reluctantly. They couldn't help laughing, each showing a missing front tooth.

"...Where's our kite!" the girl asked hastily after regaining her senses.

The boy turned his head and pointed at Merlin not far away: "It must have fallen in the woods!"

The two got up and ran towards Merlin.

From spring to winter, the plum blossoms withered and bloomed again, and the backs gradually grew from a child to a teenager.

The childhood sweethearts have been together for many years, and even Man Lin Meihua can clearly see that affection——

So, the year before the girl and Ji, the two parents discussed whether they should settle the marriage earlier.

However, what came to the door earlier than the Iceman was a sudden conscription order.

There are only two sons in the Meng family, and each family needs at least one strong man to serve in the military. As the eldest son, the young man is in the midst of his youthful spirit and has the desire to serve himself and become famous. There is no suspense about how to choose.

On the eve of leaving home, the two parted in front of the plum grove, and the girl handed him the sachet with the peace talisman in it.

"You embroidered it?" The young man was surprised.

"Naturally!" The girl raised her face, but asked with a little confidence: "...Why, isn't the embroidery not good?"

The boy looked at it carefully, nodded and said, "Okay, except for the color matching and stitching, everything else is fine."

Besides color matching and stitching...?
In addition to these two... there are other ghosts!
"Monro, you are looking for a fight!"

The girl reacted, raised her hand and hit her.

"Hey! You really hit me! It hurts...don't pull my ears!"

The two of them did not expressly make any agreement to "marry you as my wife when I return"——

she will wait.

He knew she would wait.

Waiting is always long, and this long end may not necessarily be a satisfactory ending.

Bloodshed is always needed on the battlefield, and sacrifice seems to be the norm.

What she was waiting for was the news that her sweetheart had died in battle, and it was the kind of death where no body could be seen.

She never shed a single tear, at first she was stubborn and refused to believe it, until the Meng family set up a tomb for him—on that day, she pushed open the door and walked out, wearing a wedding dress and holding his tablet, and broke into his funeral instrument.

At the funeral, there was an uproar.

When Wen's family heard about this, they hurried over, saying that their daughter was messing around and wanted to bring her back.

With tears in their eyes, the two elders of the Meng family also resolutely said in public that it is absolutely impossible for the Meng family to recognize this marriage.

It's not that I don't want to admit it, but that I can't.

The dead are already dead, and the living must live well.

The girl was forcibly taken back home by her family members, and after several months of confinement, she gradually became thinner and thinner. Her mother couldn't bear it, and forced her to die, so she barely regained the girl's desire to survive.

A few years passed since then, and no one in a hundred li knew about it. In the south of the city, there was a Wen Lehuai who was too late to discuss marriage, and who never forgot about a dead person.

In the year when the two elders of the Meng family passed away, there was heavy snowfall in Yingzhou City for three days in a row. At dusk, a thin and mutilated figure with a messy beard suddenly appeared on the mourning hall and knelt down straight.

"Big... big brother?!"

"Brother! Are you still alive?!"

Looking at the man who almost changed his appearance in front of him, the man in mourning was crying loudly while holding his brother in his arms.

Bizarre and novel things always attract special attention - the news that the boss of the Meng family "resurrected from the dead" spread quickly, and it also reached Wen Lehuai's ears.

When she heard the news of his death before, she had never shed tears;
When they heard that he had come back alive, after being startled for a while, they cried a lot, and laughed while crying.

Wipe away the tears, she is going to see him.

However, she never expected that the person who had waited so hard for all these years would not want to meet her behind closed doors.

Later, when she heard that he was seriously injured, she was even more angry and anxious, so she climbed over the wall to find him late at night, pushed away Cheng Ping who was bewildered to stop her, and broke into his room.

Before he had time to put on his robe, she saw the scars all over his body——

She cried and cursed.

"Meng Luo, do you still have a conscience?"

"...Okay, don't go to learn it, you have learned a stinky habit of looking forward and backward!"

"Don't talk about whether you have difficulties or not, for my own good, clichés are not clichés!"

"Don't talk nonsense to me that you don't want to delay me, you have delayed me all these years, you must be responsible to me!"

"I don't care how many days you can live, no matter how many days you live, you are still mine!"

Her words were domineering, and her almond eyes were full of tears.

Under the dim light, Meng Luo looked at her, the corners of his pale mouth moved slightly, and it took him a long time to say in a hoarse voice: "... Le Huai, I'm sorry, my heart already belongs to someone else after being away all these years."

Wen Lehuai cried for a moment, and looked at him in disbelief.

"who is it?!"

Monrovi.

She suddenly turned around and pointed at the person by the door: "It can't be him?!"

Cheng Ping, who was pointed at by her, shook his eyes: "...?!"

"You lie to the ghost!" Wen Lehuai said in disbelief, but turned around and left after meeting the overly calm eyes of that person.

After years of separation, why is she the only one who is still enthusiastic?

It is impossible to talk without grievances and hesitation.

But Wen Lehuai was Wen Lehuai after all, this hesitation did not last long.

Meng Luo's body quickly collapsed, and the Meng family searched for an unknown number of doctors, but they were helpless.

There is great joy in the world when a loved one is "resurrected from the dead," and that is why experiencing loss again is all the more difficult to accept.

Seeing that the elder brother was almost in a coma day and night, the second room of the Meng family decided to marry a wife for the elder brother after listening to someone's suggestion. If it is really powerless, it would be good to leave incense for the elder brother.

The situation of the bridegroom officer is obvious, and the Meng family has no intention of deceiving anyone. Under such circumstances, the candidate they found was a poor woman who had to sell her body to bury her father.

On the wedding day, the gongs and drums were loud, the wedding sedan chair fell in front of the door of Meng's house, and the woman in wedding clothes was helped into the door of Meng's house by Xi Niang.

"Ah... is that girl really paying homage to daddy?" Jiayuan couldn't help asking when she heard this and saw her mother stopped to drink tea to moisten her throat.

　see you tomorrow see you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)