win the hairpin

Chapter 38 Time is like a song
Yin Xiao used to stay at the corner gate, Song Huiyue was either reading in the back garden, or weaving bamboo strips in the porch, he could see it whenever he wanted to.

Even if his eyes were bleeding, he still couldn't see Song Huiyue.

So he had nowhere to use all his strength, and with a "snap", he broke the hand of the wooden dummy.

And Song Huiyue obediently treated the guests in front of Mrs. Song, her face stiffened with a smile.

All the wives praised her for being beautiful and docile. Mrs. Chen is really blessed that her daughter-in-law is so obedient.

Song Huiyue thought to herself that I haven't sent you a bamboo mat I wove by myself, otherwise you would have to praise me for my ingenuity.

Several people who had intended to be married to the Song family couldn't help feeling sorry.

It is said that Song Huiyue is fierce, but isn't that to protect the brother?
Now he looks good, he smiles when he sees people, and he doesn't talk much. After he gets married, he won't be a provocative person, and he can still protect his family.

Why didn't it work then?
It's really weird when you think about it.

After the guests dispersed, the two aunts took Song Qinghui and sat in the courtyard, teaching Yuan Yuan and Song Huiyue to be female celebrities.

In the dustpan on the table were all kinds of silk thread, embroidery tape, white silk, scissors, thimbles, etc. Song Qinghui held a small embroidery tape in his hand, and tied it carefully.

Aunt Wang gently taught Song Huiyue how to walk the needle: "Big lady, when she gets married, embroider some small things like purses for my son-in-law. Be more detailed. No matter where you go, my son-in-law will always miss you when you take it with you. Then I will make it for my mother-in-law." Two pairs of shoes and socks, my mother-in-law is also happy."

Aunt Lin sneered at her words: "You are the two of us who are the big lady. We sell embroidery work to earn money, and we also do it for the son-in-law and the mother-in-law. We, the big lady, embroider a little bellyband for the child with our own hands."

Aunt Wang didn't compete with her: "The things used by children should not be rough, and there should be no knots."

"Then start a little more, I'll teach you, you can also be called fine, these jobs can make my mother-in-law laugh to death."

"People who don't take needles and threads for a year have the face to criticize me. Sure enough, those who sing ditties have thick skins."

"You are thin-skinned, and you are always begging for money with pots and bowls. Why are you pretending to be noble?"

"Who says I'm pretending, I've always been aloof."

"Qing Gao, you sent me to be your concubine!"

The two began to curse wildly, and Song Huiyue was as calm as water in the center of the scolding, and instructed Song Qinghui: "This thread will get knotted like this, you have to come from here."

Yin Xiao lay on the top of the wall, thinking that the eldest lady is smart, she can teach others even if she can't embroider herself.

Mrs. Song came out of the house and stopped the chaos.

Nanny Liu brought rice cakes for everyone to eat, and they ate some snacks. Mrs. Song left Song Huiyue in the room to talk.

"Your marriage," Mrs. Song sighed, "it looks rich, and the family is simple. Others say yes, but I always feel uncomfortable."

Song Huiyue comforted her with a smile: "You think I'm going to get married, and you feel uncomfortable. No matter how well I get married, you will still see my uncle's displeasure."

After thinking about it, Mrs. Song held her in her arms, patted her head, and then touched her hands: "In the future, I will add more clothes frequently, and don't just look at whether others are hot or cold, but also eat enough for myself." Dress warmly."

"Auntie, I know all about it."

"Just take care of yourself, don't worry about your family, Qinghui has me in everything."

She thought that Song Huiyue chose Huang Wenqiu to continue to take care of her natal family, but both of them were at the top of her heart. How could she drag Song Huiyue down for the sake of her son for the rest of her life.

As long as she lives, Qinghui will live well, and when she dies, Qinghui will be taken with her.

Song Huiyue understood everything, but kept silent, nestling in her mother's arms.

"Auntie!" Song Qinghui ran in with his little embroidery stretcher, bringing in a series of laughter, "Look at what I embroidered for my sister!"

Silk threads of various colors are lined up on the embroidery frame, neatly like soldiers practicing, but they don't know what they are embroidering.

Song Qinghui pointed: "This is a mandarin duck. The mandarin duck is on the water. Does it look good?"

"Looks good," Song Huiyue nodded, "This mandarin duck is really sloppy."

Mrs. Song slapped Song Huiyue across the face: "Speak well."

"This mandarin duck," Song Huiyue said again, "it's very wild."

Mrs. Song slapped her hard on the back again, and stared at her: "What do you talk about, girl!"

After finishing speaking, she turned her head and said to Song Qinghui, "Aniang, put it away for you, and sew a purse for my sister."

Song Qinghui was simple-minded, thinking that Song Huiyue praised him for the lifelike and wild mandarin duck embroidery, so he laughed very satisfied, his big eyes turned into crescent moons, and he yawned carelessly.

Seeing that he was sleepy, Song Huiyue got up and walked out in the back garden.

Late autumn has come, the flowers and trees are withered, and the fallen leaves are endless. She looked up to see the laurel tree.

Osmanthus also thanked.

The shadow of the tree whirled, and Yin Xiao peeked at it secretly, feeling that Song Huiyue stood like a tree, with the breath of the earth and sky on her body.

When Song Huiyue left, he also walked under the tree and looked up at the sky in exactly the same posture.

With his feet on solid ground, his stomach full of food, and his eyes free to cast anywhere, he felt very comfortable.

The two aunts were singing in the house, singing softly and softly.

He turned around and leaned against the tree trunk, folded his arms, suddenly let go of his voice, and sang: "I have a love for mountains, and I have no money to buy mountain money. I have dreamed of Tianzhu all my life, and today I am a fairy. The nine locks never hindered, if the three rafters are destined .Three hundred pictures of Goose Creek, evoking the old Longmian."

The hoarse and deep voice unique to the young man flew up, suppressing the singing of the two aunts.

Someone outside the wall couldn't help clapping their hands and applauding loudly.

Song Huiyue heard it in the house, opened the window, and said hello too.

Not to be outdone, Aunt Lin stood outside the door, cleared her throat, and sang clear and clear: "There are many stars in the sky and the moon is bright, the fish in the pond is full of water and bright, the officials in the court are full of troubles, and the sister-in-law is full of troubles." Heart"

Song Qinghui fell into a drowsy sleep, rubbed his eyes and sat up: "Mother, I can sing too."

"Okay." Mrs. Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she thought to herself that these two aunts really teach all kinds of messes, and they have to talk about them tomorrow.

Amidst the ups and downs of singing, Song Huiyue fell asleep peacefully.

Time flies, and on September [-]th, the day before the wedding, Yuan Yuan led two servants who were invited to Huang's house to decorate the new house.

After Song Qi was imprisoned, he was out of the family. Mrs. Song moved to Tanzhou and had no relatives. On this day, the family is not so lively.

The Xie family sent two big gifts, one for Xie Chuan and one for Xie Zhou. In fact, the Xie family is not separated, so there is no need to give them separately. One of them was naturally given by King Jin.

Mrs. Li and Mrs. Xie came together.

Mrs. Song also asked Mrs. Xie to invite the famous face-lifting woman in Tanzhou City, and invited eight people from Bathroom Lane, bringing incense beads and other things, to cleanse Song Huiyue's face and take a big bath.

(End of this chapter)