win the hairpin

Chapter 2 Marriage
"It's raining outside, and Yinxiao doesn't have an umbrella," Song Huiyue turned to look at the Buddha statue, "Besides, the Buddha can hear about you and me, and so can Yinxiao."

Huang Wenqiu thought to himself: "The Buddha has two stone ears and one stone mouth. He has no place to listen and no place to speak. Can he be the same as Yinxiao?"

However, he didn't want to argue about these trivial matters, so he took out ten Jiaozi from his arms: "Cousin, this is one hundred taels, you accept it, I thank you for the kindness you gave me back then, you used to be young, and what you said was child's play , let’s pretend we haven’t said anything about getting married.”

Song Huiyue looked back at him: "After I was six years old, I stopped talking about jokes."

Huang Wenqiu couldn't bear her staring eyes, so he didn't start talking: "Emotional matters, how can you play games, besides, marriage matters are always the orders of the parents, and the matchmaker's words, we decide in private, it is always wrong."

Song Huiyue asked him back: "Then you are in love with Luo Huiniang, is that right or not?"

"You!" Huang Wenqiu's face turned red, "Stop talking nonsense! I just don't want to mess with you anymore, so don't involve others!"

Song Huiyue smiled, she looked like a kind and good boy, but her words were extremely sharp.

"Don't eat enough food for a few days, forgetting that when you were poor, you were too late to save the test, almost lost your book and sword, and wandered around. Please ask me to help you get a tea guide to buy and sell a hundred catties of high-quality tea. , now your gold and silver need to be collected by scales, so you want to cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

Huang Wenqiu's face suddenly turned ugly.

After being rich for a long time, it is as embarrassing to be stripped of your clothes on the street when the past difficulties are brought up again.

Anger rose from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and he threw the banknote in his hand towards Song Huiyue.

"Fart! You just gave me a tea ticket, and the wealth behind it is all managed by myself! Could it be that for this tea ticket, I want to sell myself to you! With your weird temper, whoever marries you will Insult to the lintel! You."

A crisp sound of "pop" interrupted his words.

Yin Xiao slapped half of his face red and swollen.

Huang Wenqiu covered his face and stared at Yin Xiao through gritted teeth, intending to fight back.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, Yin Xiao grabbed his wrist, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from the shackles.

He glared at each other, but saw that Yin Xiao was like the stone statue he had seen, with long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, all carved, and even his breathing was mixed with the stone statue, which was ruthlessly scary.

Huang Wenqiu froze in an instant, daring to speak out.

Here is a ruined temple on a barren mountain, and Yin Xiao is the son of a tiger and a wolf. If Song Huiyue couldn't love her and wanted to kill someone, wouldn't he want to compromise here.

Why should jade collide with rubble.

Endured the humiliation and let go of his anger, he said to Song Huiyue: "Cousin, I don't love you, and you will waste your life marrying me. I have never gone to your house to propose marriage, and no one will give you justice. Why don't you take it?" Pay the money, and get together with me?"

"I live this life by myself, whether I am wasted or not, what does it have to do with who I marry?" Song Huiyue bent down and swept away the banknotes on the futon, and knelt down.

She clasped her hands together, her clean and beautiful face became still under the gaze of the Buddha statue, and her mind also became silent. Only the dark pupils emitted a faint light in the dim light.

Yin Xiao let go of Huang Wenqiu's hand, kicked him in the crook of the leg, kicked him forward, and also knelt down.

He wanted to stand up, but Yin Xiao stepped on his shoulder.

I don't know how much strength was used in this kick, and Huang Wenqiu's knee could not even move an inch.

He couldn't bear the pain that his knee was almost shattered, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Loosen, let go."

Yin Xiao's face was expressionless, without any looseness.

"The Buddha blesses my family with happiness and beauty. When my mother sees me getting married, she will be in good health and all diseases will disappear."

After worshiping the Buddha, she stood up, thought for a while and knelt down in front of Huang Wenqiu.

"Today is the eighth day of the lunar new year, and on the twelfth day, I can't see your family coming to propose marriage, so you can go back where you came from."

"Why do you insist on biting me!"

"You are suitable."

"Appropriate? I am a person, not an object!"

"It was you who exchanged yourself as an object for me."

"I thought you were joking..."

Huang Wenqiu was halfway through speaking, looking into Song Huiyue's clear eyes, he couldn't say the rest.

Those eyes seem to be able to see through all the dirty little thoughts.

Asking for tea, asking for a taste of tea, since these are not children's words, then naturally the agreement of marriage cannot be regarded as either.

Huang Wenqiu fled in the rain.

Yin Xiao picked up the banknote and put it in his sleeve.

"He—mother's." Song Huiyue put away the swear words in front of the Buddha, "he only sent me one hundred taels of silver."

After the rain stopped, Song Huiyue rode a horse to the city. It was still early when she got home, and it was time to prepare dinner.

The horse rode across the stretch of green brick and tile houses, arrived at Hengyu Street where his home was located, bypassed the closed front door, and stopped at the corner door.

The ground brocade grows against the corner of the wall, jumping straight up to the eaves, and the rhizomes take root in the gaps between the bricks and tiles like spider webs, and the green leaves cover all the white walls.

Yin Xiao climbed over the wall, opened the corner door from the back garden, and let Song Huiyue in.

Song Huiyue untied the empty fish basket, took off the green bamboo hat, and strode towards the backyard.

Yin Xiao stopped in front of the moon gate, watching Song Huiyue's figure disappear into the hibiscus in full bloom, then turned around with her things in hand, and went to return the two rented horses.

The back yard is very quiet.

The heavy sky is shrouded in the courtyard, the bamboo is green, the banana leaves are like giant fans, covering the sky and the sun, and the rain is dripping on the bluestone slabs, making the home more peaceful.

The fragrance of wood blooms outside the Chaoshou verandah, clustered like clouds.

The air of vegetation grows wildly, and the breath of living people is suppressed, almost inaudible.

Song Huiyue tiptoed across the courtyard and entered the west wing.

There were pens and ink spread out on the desk in the room, and two big characters were written neatly. Her younger brother Song Qinghui, who was two years younger than her, was marking his own words in red.

Seeing Song Huiyue, he quickly put down his pen and jumped off the stool.

He is fatter than Song Huiyue, and the eyebrows and eyes that were originally similar to Song Huiyue have lost their shape and become simple and cute.

It's just that although his eyes are bright, he is a bit ignorant, like a child.

"Sister, where did the fish go?"

"Brother," Song Huiyue smiled and made a face, "They're all drowned! Where's Aunt?"

Song Qinghui stretched out his hand and pointed in: "Aniang."

Song Huiyue looked inside, and saw her mother, Mrs. Chen, sitting in the bedroom behind the partition, her face sinking like water, holding bamboo sticks with loose ends in her hand, and she was going to treat her to a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots.

Without saying a word, she ran outside, hid behind the bright bay, and looked in through the checkered hole: "Mother——"

"Don't call me! You will be my mother from now on!" Chen was furious, got up and hurried away, "You still know how to come back! This family can hardly accommodate you!"

The room was in a state of chaos, and even the chairs were overturned.

(End of this chapter)