Worship tomorrow

Chapter 29 Back
Song Mansion Hall.

Song Yuanshan sat on a chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Yang Lan was scolding with a livid face on the side.

"If the house burns down, it will burn down. We can just build it again. But that girl died here. How can we live in it in the future?"

"This is a house where people have died!"

"And he didn't die of old age or illness. He committed suicide because of love. He will turn into a ghost!"

"That kid is a disaster! Master, get rid of him quickly, otherwise our family will be in great trouble!"

Song Yuanshan suddenly opened his eyes and shouted with a gloomy face: "Shut up!"

Song Wan'er sat aside with her head lowered and did not speak.

At this time, Ping'er suddenly said outside: "Master, Madam, Miss, Mr. Luo is back!"

Song Wan'er quickly stood up and walked to the door.

Yang Lan's face changed slightly and she looked at her daughter's back.

Luo Qingfeng's clothes were soaked and he entered the hall in a state of embarrassment. He cupped his hands and said, "Cousin, cousin."

Seeing him like this, Song Yuanshan stood up quickly and said, "Qing Feng, why are you so wet? Come on, go change clothes, don't get sick."

Then he immediately ordered: "Xiaohuan, Xiao'e, go to the kitchen and make some ginger soup."

The two little maids quickly took orders and left.

Song Wan'er said with concern on her face: "Cousin, go and change your clothes quickly. Wan'er bought you new clothes. By the way, you will live in the eldest brother's courtyard from now on. Wan'er has already tidied up the place, including clothes and shoes. The socks and newly bought books are all placed there, and my cousin can go directly there."

Luo Qingfeng lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Cousin, cousin, I'm sorry..."

Song Yuanshan waved his hand and said: "What are you talking about now? You haven't sorry for us. If the house burns down, burn it down and then build it again. As long as you are fine, go and change clothes."

Yang Lan twisted around without looking at him, her face gloomy.

"Cousin, let's go, don't get sick."

Song Wan'er picked up the oil-paper umbrella in the corridor, opened it gently, and urged her gently.

Luo Qingfeng didn't speak any more and followed her away.

After passing through the round door, he looked at the empty ground not far away.

The ruins of yesterday have been cleared away.

The rain is washing away the traces there too.

However, no amount of rain can wash away the memories left there.

Waner Song held an umbrella and looked over there, sighing softly: "Cousin, people outside say..."

She lowered her head slightly, did not continue, and said softly: "But Wan'er knows that my cousin is not that kind of person. It's just that this marriage has too many twists and turns, and my cousin probably hasn't gotten used to it for a while, so I just went with him. Sister Zhao'er was quarreling. If Sister Zhao'er wasn't too impulsive..."

Luo Qingfeng said: "Actually, I really don't want to marry her."

Song Wan'er was slightly startled when she heard this: "Why? Didn't my cousin and Sister Zhao'er like each other very early on?"

Luo Qingfeng looked at her beautiful and soft face and said: "At that time, she and I were just childhood sweethearts. We had a crush on each other and just liked playing together. It was not a love between men and women. Moreover, at that time, there was no love between men and women in the village. There aren’t many girls.”

Song Wan'er was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand: "Oh."

The two of them continued walking forward and soon arrived at Song Chuan's courtyard.

Song Wan'er said softly: "Elder brother's things have been taken away, and the house has been cleaned again. The quilts and sheets are all new. Wan'er also brought some new clothes, new shoes and socks to her cousin from the store, and I went to the bookstore and bought books. If my cousin needs anything else, just tell Wan'er."

Luo Qingfeng nodded: "Thank you."

A gentle smile appeared on Song Wan'er's face: "As a family, there is no need to be polite."

Luo Qingfeng entered the house, took off her muddy shoes and coat at the door, and then entered the room.

The furnishings in the room are the same as those in the previous room.

Even the placement of the books is the same.

Song Wan'er also took off her shoes, walked in, and said softly: "Cousin, Wan'er placed these according to your previous room."

Luo Qingfeng glanced at her and said softly: "Wan'er, thank you."

Song Wan'er chuckled and said, "My cousin is being polite to Wan'er again."

Luo Qingfeng looked at the dressing mirror in the corner.

Song Wan'er said softly: "Cousin, please change your clothes quickly. Don't catch a cold."

With that said, she went to the closet to get new clothes for him, and handed them to him with a gentle face.

Luo Qingfeng took the clothes and looked at her.

Song Wan'er made eye contact with him, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and showed a hint of shyness on her face: "Cousin..."

Luo Qingfeng said: "I'm going to change clothes."

Song Wan'er was stunned for a moment, then she realized what she was doing and said quickly: "Oh, then... then Wan'er went out first..."

With that said, she lowered her head and walked out of the room with a blushing face, and closed the door for him.Luo Qingfeng stood in the room for a while, then took off his soaked clothes and put on clean clothes.

He looked at the cracked ruby ​​in his hand, felt dazed for a moment, and put it in his pocket.

He stood there for a moment.

He slowly walked to the dressing mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

Then, he looked at the new bed.

However, the girl who always sweetly calls "Brother Afeng" is no longer waiting for him.

Even the faceless bride will never be seen again.

He lowered his head and slowly clenched his fists.

At this time, Song Wan'er's gentle voice came from outside the door: "Cousin, have you changed your clothes? Do they still fit?"

Luo Qingfeng unclenched his fist and said, "It fits well. Wan'er, thank you."

Song Wan'er smiled and said: "That's good. Cousin, take a look at what's missing in the room, and Wan'er will go out and buy it for you tomorrow."

Luo Qingfeng was silent for a moment and said calmly: "We still need a bride."

Quiet outside.

After a while.

Song Wan'erfang sighed softly and said: "Cousin, everything has passed. Don't think about it anymore. Cousin will definitely be able to find a better bride in the future."

Luo Qingfeng said calmly: "I hope so."

At this time, Ping'er said outside: "Miss, the ginger soup is ready."

Song Wan'er said quickly: "Cousin, drink a bowl of ginger soup quickly. You've been soaked in so much rain, be careful of getting sick."

Luo Qingfeng paused, then went over and opened the door.

Waner Song was holding a bowl of steaming ginger soup and stood at the door. She saw that he had put on new clothes. She took another look at his delicate and handsome face. Her cheeks were slightly red and she said, "Cousin, he is so handsome in his new clothes." .”

As he spoke, he handed the ginger soup in his hand to him and looked at him tenderly.

Luo Qingfeng took the ginger soup, put it on the table, and said, "I'll drink it later."

After that, he walked to the bookshelf and looked through the books on it.

Song Wan'er took a look and said with some embarrassment: "Those books were bought by Wan'er casually. I don't know if my cousin needs them. Cousin will take a look first. If they are still not enough, we will go to the bookstore to buy them tomorrow."

Luo Qingfeng picked up a book, opened it and glanced at it a few times, then said, "Well, I'll take a look first."

Then he looked at her again and said, "Wan'er, you go ahead and do your work first. I'm a little tired. I'll take a rest after reading for a while."

Song Wan'er nodded: "Then Wan'er won't disturb my cousin. Cousin remember to drink the ginger soup while it's hot."

Luo Qingfeng agreed.

Song Wan'er looked at him again and closed the door for him.

The pink oil-paper umbrella opened.

Song Wan'er wore a pink skirt and left the small courtyard with her little maid Ping'er in the rain.

Luo Qingfeng stood in front of the window, silently watching their figures disappear through the door.

Then, he looked at the ginger soup on the table.

Chicken soup, medicinal soup, meat soup, ginger soup...

It's nice to have soup to replenish his body every night.

the other side.

Song Wan'er returned to her small courtyard.

into the house.

She took off her shoes at the door and entered her boudoir.

The boudoir is filled with girly pink decorations.

There is a pink carpet on the floor, the curtains on the bed, and the curtains in front of the windows are all pink.

She walked to the window, opened it gently, and looked at the suddenly vacant place not far away.

stood for a long time.

She turned around, walked to the dressing table, sat down slowly, and looked at herself in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror has a beautiful face and a gentle temperament.

Those beautiful and gentle eyes were watery, filled with the alluring beauty of a young girl in love.

"Is there still a need for a bride..."

she muttered.

(End of this chapter)