I rewrote family history

Chapter 130 The Red Wedding Dress

She reads letters very slowly.

She read a letter of three or four hundred words for about a quarter of an hour.

"The letter...is there something wrong with it?"

"I'll change it."

When Lan Hua's gaze shifted from the letter, Xu Cong asked a question.

Although he said before that if there is any problem with the letter, he can correct it, but he still has a certain degree of confidence in the letter he wrote.Although not to the point where a word is difficult, but the attitude, tone, words and so on, are very accurate.

Asking questions is polite.

After all... Orchid is too slow to read.

"No, well written."

"It's just..., this is the first time I've sent him a letter,"

Lan Hua paused, and touched her flat belly, "He is a soldier, and I was afraid that mentioning too many family matters would affect him, so I was hesitating just now whether to delete some things. But... What is it? The first time I wrote to him was to announce the good news..."

"So there is no need to change it."

It seems absurd that a bought wife develops feelings for the buyer.

When they were newly married, Xu Cong saw some reluctance on Lanhua's face.

and the cries of the night.

At this time, he remembered the consistent soliloquy in "Golden Yaksha": "Although I am a prisoner of love, I am definitely not a slave." If this sentence changes.If a person becomes a physical slave, will she also be captured by love?

He seems to have seen the answer in Orchid.

But soon he stopped his ridiculous speculation.A man in a good situation should not, and cannot, maliciously speculate on the love of a woman in a low status.

"That's good."

"You talk, I'll leave first."

After getting Lanhua's definite answer, Xu Cong could no longer stay in the living room of Zuo Zhai.

After all, there are all women in the living room, and there is no man. What they are discussing is the private affairs of the women's family after pregnancy.In addition, there are some other reasons.

"I'll send it to you."

Seeing Xu Cong get up, Lan Hua also got up and said.

Xu Xing wrote and delivered letters for her, and she should have sent them if she wanted to.

"No need. Auntie, you are just pregnant now, so you don't need to move around..."

"The right house is not far away, I can just go back by myself."

Xu Cong quickly evaded.

Hearing this sentence, Lan Hua hesitated, hummed, and took her seat again.

In the living room, a man soon disappeared.

It's just... In the right house, Xu Cong left once and returned.

He stood guard at the door of the front yard.

The two families did not light many lights in the house. Except for the master bedroom and living room, the rest of the corridors and rooms were all dark.One or two lamps will be lit only in dangerous places such as corridor waists and steps.

This is a manifestation of the fact that the two families are not rich.

He waited for about half an hour until Qiu He left.

"A little heart, you accept it."

"Not much, add something delicious for the children..."

Xu Cong stopped Qiuhe, took out a handful of money from his pocket, and stuffed it into Qiuhe's hand.

He had never seen the tinsmith whom Qiuhe married.Maybe he has seen it before, when he was working as a clerk in a flower shop, he passed by a tinsmith's shop several times.It's just that he didn't have much contact with the tinsmith, and even if he had met, he had long forgotten it.

The tinsmith should be nice to Qiuhe.

The material of her clothes is quite new, and they are not made of cheap fabrics.

It's just that she didn't marry the master or young master of any family, and she had to show her face to do business.After a long time, his appearance is not as fresh as the one raised in the Zhao family.

"You..., are you pitying me?"

Surprisingly, Qiuhe didn't thank her, didn't rejoice, but said something weird instead.

"I said, I don't want anything from you."

"real."

She solved the riddle.

It is indeed an unspeakable emotional injury to be pitied by the one you love.

Xu Cong didn't know whether Qiuhe liked him or not.

They were just two poor souls comforting each other in the dark.Qiu He has always liked Zhao Jiashu.He didn't like Qiuhe either, and he revealed his love for Chen Xian'an in front of Qiuhe...

"No, I am not……"

"I just think that I can help you a little now. Just like you once helped me..."

"Help you for free!"

He was startled for a moment, and said in a deep voice.

If you want to help...just help, he is no longer the fool Xu Er was before.The old gentleman cured his "death" disease and let him be a man again.He is a bandit, so he should be a little ruthless.

In the darkness, Qiu He fell silent.

The two looked at each other.

Calm like a pool of stagnant water.

Finally, she spoke again, her voice was very low, like the sound of a stone thrown into a deep pool, "I am his daughter-in-law, I should not accept your gift. That...is disloyal. We are married Yes, I have worshiped. If you give me money, it is an insult to a loyal wife. I also said that you can find me before you get married, and after you get married..."

"That's... no need."

One by one silver dollars fell between her fingers, and when they touched the bluestone bricks on the ground, they made a pleasant note like a ring.At the same time, grains of shining silver splendor hovered continuously on the ground until the stars fell.

The door of the right house was pushed open.

There are two red lanterns hanging in front of the door, and there are red lights on the door.When the woman opened the door and walked out, she seemed to be wearing a bright red wedding dress, with the long skirt dragging the floor, and the standing feet of the man touched the skirt that was dragging the floor.The blue cloth wrapped around her head to prevent the wind was also dyed red at this moment, just like a bride's red hijab...  

The man immediately squatted on the ground, as if he was picking up the long red dress studded with silver diamonds.

Their shadows and shadows are connected together at this moment, and they are alone.

But the trance was fleeting, and she left the doorstep, plunged into the unlit street, and disappeared without a trace.

And the man behind him was still picking up coins that were shining with silver light on the ground.

He... is still alone.

"I wish you happiness……"

"Qiuhe..."

Xu Cong put the silver back into his pocket and let out a long sigh.

As before, when a light comes on, it's time for them to separate.

He does not care about earthly riches.

It's just...he can't do any rude behavior, including words, to a married woman.

[Today is September 21st. ]
[Please also forgive me, Xian'an, I decided to reply to you in vernacular.It is too restrictive to use classical Chinese.Today is a good day for my aunt, Yi was diagnosed with Xi pulse by the doctor.While I was helping Yi to answer her husband's letter, I also decided to answer a letter for you. ]
[I have been reading the works of Ozaki Hongye these days. He died in the 29th year of Guangxu. My husband has a book by him, and I borrowed it. The book is called "Golden Yaksha".Please forgive my old-fashioned kid who has also started to read love works.When Gong chose to rescind the engagement with Jian Guanyi, I, a reader, suffered great panic. I was afraid that I, a poor boy from a poor family, would no longer be able to win the favor of the eldest lady.Yanjing is prosperous, I am afraid that Yiyi will turn her back on me...]
Shaoqing, in the study, a long letter has been written by Xu Cong.

He has already lost Qiuhe, and he can no longer bear to lose another Xian'an.Er Chaozi's overbearing love for Lanhua also made the woman Lanhua fall in love with this buyer.He could no longer hesitate at the fork in the road.

After writing the letter, he opened it again.

He thought for a while, and wrote a poem by Gu Kuang at the end of the letter.

[The flower falls deep and the palace warbler is also sad, when the Shangyang palace girl is heartbroken. ]
[The imperial city can't help flowing eastward, who does Ye Shang want to send his poems to. ]
This is Gu Kuang's "Poems Inscribed on Red Leaves".

The love he shows is both reserved and bold.Perhaps it happened just when he read Ozaki Koyo's works, he was so excited, and remembered the allusion of Hongye's poem, so he wrote such a letter expressing love.

"I hope Xian'an can understand what I mean..."

"Will it be too winding?"

Xu Cong muttered to himself.

"Probably not. Xian'an is at the same level as me. She should also know the allusions I know."

"It's just that I should also mail her a copy of "Golden Yasha" written by Koyo Ozaki. I don't know if this book is sold in Yanjing, it should be rare..."

Many thoughts raced through his mind.

People of the time value current affairs and style, so there are many such translations in the study.It is rare to see a book about love, let alone an oriental book.Such books are hard to find.

"Perhaps I should transcribe some of the original text for her."

"But will it appear that I am too proactive..."

He sighed again.

He was confused by love.Just like Er Chaozi, he can win her heart by just giving Lanhua some jewelry, which makes him a lot envious at this moment.

The night passed quietly.

While having breakfast, Xu San'er hadn't seen his son come out for a long time, so he went to the study and knocked on the door.

The door is not open.

He went to the ledge and opened the unlatched lattice.

On the desk, Xu Cong buried his head in a sound sleep, while on the other side of the table, there was a stack of letter papers with handwriting neatly placed.

Daylight floods into the study.

The dazzling light suddenly woke Xu Cong up.

He raised his head and rubbed his eyes, and found that Xu San'er was looking at him, as well as the stack of letters.

"A letter to Xian'an."

"If possible, I would like to wait for her, wait for her to finish her studies, and really be willing to be my wife."

He declares his intentions to his father.

Xu San'er has always disagreed with his relationship with Chen Xian'an...

Especially after the last four o'clock failure.

"Well, this is your own business."

"Think for yourself."

Xu San'er frowned.

He was instinctively annoyed when he heard the word Chen Xian'an.

"It's time for dinner, you wash up and go to eat."

"Don't be late, take care of yourself."

He put his hands behind his back and shook his head.

"it is good."

"you go first."

Xu Cong nodded.

He planned to clean up the desk first.

"Little Baozi, you will have a younger brother or younger sister..."

In the dining room of the right house, the stepmother Lanhua told Xiao Baozi the good news.

The doctor's visit was a bit late yesterday, and Xiao Baozi had already rested.So among the big family, except Er Chaozi who was outside, she was the last to know.

(End of this chapter)