win the hairpin

Chapter 32
Through the wet clothes, Song Huiyue also felt that Yin Xiao hadn't reached the end of the mountain and had no fever.

"Don't use that leg too hard. It's easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down. If you support me, I can stand still."

Yin Xiao leaned up obediently, and the two walked down step by step.

"Four years ago, I could still impress you," Song Huiyue said with emotion. "At that time, you were only as big as a chicken, but now you are even taller than me."

Yin Xiao has selectively forgotten the appearance of his little chick, and when Song Huiyue mentioned it, he immediately remembered it with shame.

At that time, he had been crawling and rolling in the mountains for several days, and he was dirty and smelly, dark and thin, and the little chick was prettier than him.

Song Huiyue smiled again: "You still lied to me that you were a refugee, and that year there was a great flood in the Yangtze River. I believed it was true and carried you back."

Yin Xiao smiled embarrassedly.

This was the first time he lied to Song Huiyue, and it was also the last time.

At that time, he was wounded, and he was either taken back or died in this mountain.

He fled in fear, and finally he was dying, waiting to die in this vast and deep mountain.

When he was about to die, he used his last strength to climb up an old tree, lay on the branch and looked up at the sky.

The sky is clear, the eyes are clear, and there is a layer of golden light on the wings of the birds, chirping and flying around.

He was content to be able to escape from the cage and die here.

Just as he was waiting to die, he heard someone talking under the tree in a daze.

Looking down, he saw a little girl standing under the tree with her hands on her hips, talking to him with her head up.

"who are you?"

The leaves cut the sunlight and fell on her face. She narrowed her eyes slightly, with golden light on her eyelashes, and her big eyes were dark and shiny.

Yin Xiao answered her strangely: "My name is Yin Xiao."

"I can't go up, can you come down?" Song Huiyue shouted.

"Yes." With the last bit of strength, Yin Xiao rolled down from the tree and rolled his hungry, thin, and wounded body to Song Huiyue's feet.

Song Huiyue was startled, her eyes widened, feeling like she was being raped.

Afterwards, Yinxiao got a client in the Song family and signed a long contract, which lasted four years.

Song Huiyue became a donkey from exhaustion, and finally got Yin Xiao back to the village, which shocked Mrs. Song and the others.

Amidst Mrs. Song's nagging, she bathed, ate, and applied medicine. She applied too much medicine, and her swollen head seemed to be waxed, which was very ugly.

She didn't care, she fell asleep after eating and drinking enough, and slept until it was dark, and had a fight with the big bug in her dream.

Song Qinghui held her head and looked left and right: "Sister, have you been beaten?"

"Let the mosquitoes beat me up." Song Huiyue pushed his hand away, and brought tea to drink, "Aniang, I want to eat Yuhu Restaurant's fish sticks. Let's go back to Tanzhou Mansion tomorrow."

It's not peaceful to hide here, so why hide.

Mrs. Song sighed, nodded in agreement, and asked everyone to pack their things.

Just like when they came, the Song family went back without causing any disturbance, and entered Hengyu Street quietly.

There was no one living in the house for a while, and it needed a lot of cleaning and replacement. Mrs. Song and the two aunts wanted to buy things for the wedding, so Song Qinghui handed it over to Song Huiyue.

Song Huiyue led Song Qinghui to rub the mud balls, while Yin Xiao followed and watched the two of them making the mud.

"Did Huang Wenqiu know whether he was being honest or not?"

Yin Xiao immediately said: "I'll go find out now."

Song Huiyue waved her muddy hand: "No, you return that knife to Zhang Xutang, be kind."

After speaking, she shook off the mud spots on her hands, leaned against the tree trunk, and sat down very tiredly.

The soap eagle chases the purple swallow, and the fierce tiger eats the lamb.

Huang Wenqiu is Ziyan, she is a soap sculpture, but in the hands of the Zhang family, Zhang Xutang is a tiger, and she is just a little lamb.

Yin Xiao got up and left, came back half an hour later, and said to Song Huiyue, "It's done."

Song Huiyue had already washed her hands, and she ate snacks with Song Qinghui, and asked after listening, "How did you pay it back?"

Yin Xiao told the truth: "It was thrown at the gate of the Zhang family, and the steward surnamed Zhan picked it up."

Song Huiyue nodded and continued eating snacks.

Yin Xiao backed out and guarded the corner gate, thinking that the two members of the Zhang family chased him just now and let him throw each hand into the river ditch. They didn't hurt them, so it should be considered kind.

Song Huiyue wasted time at home, didn't embroider a single thread, had dinner, changed into Song Qinghui's clothes, and went for a walk by the Xiangshui River.

Passing by Wangfu Street, she turned a blind eye to Wangfu and slipped away quietly.

At this juncture, King Jin is so handsome that he is a god, so she dare not rush to join him.

She was blowing wind by the river with her hands behind her back, when the autumn wind suddenly picked up, she sneezed and startled a pair of wild mandarin ducks.

When Ye Yuanyang saw her, it was like seeing a ghost.

The female duck put on the veiled cap, and ran away, the gold chain rings rang together, it was very pleasant to hear, the golden hairpin on her head flashed past, and Song Huiyue's big eyes flashed, while the male duck stood there tremblingly, with a look on her face. Three points white.

It turned out to be Huang Wenqiu and Luo Huiniang.

"You, when did you come back?"

Song Huiyue didn't expect such a coincidence, and replied: "Today."

Huang Wenqiu hastily explained: "We didn't do anything. I came here to make it clear to her. From now on... we won't see each other again."

Song Huiyue smiled slightly, and took a step forward: "That's good."

As she stepped forward, Huang Wenqiu stepped back, nearly fell into the water, barely stood still, and his face became even paler.

"Don't come here, I don't know how to water!"

Song Huiyue spread her hands innocently: "I just want to take a walk with you. We're done, let's take a walk together."

Huang Wenqiu approached her as if death was at home. If he had a little affection for Song Huiyue in the past, he would only be afraid of Song Huiyue now.

He was so afraid that he even thought about shaving or becoming a monk.

He was terrified of Song Huiyue, but Song Huiyue thought he was very likable and the best husband-in-law.

Not tall, not short, not fat, not skinny, not too charming nor ugly, not too rich nor poor, not stupid but not smart either.

He also failed to be an official.

A well-shaped clay figurine.

The more Song Huiyue smiled, the more terrified Huang Wenqiu became, to a certain extent, he actually shivered.

Yin Xiao followed from a distance, watching Huang Wenqiu swaying like fallen leaves in the cold wind, thinking that the eldest lady is really powerful, she can scare people to death without using weapons.

When he was about to turn a corner, he was stopped by You Song.

You Song was accompanied by seven or eight idlers, some of whom were arranging flowers, some of them were wearing hats, and Du Lan was sandwiched between them, smelling of alcohol, lying on other people's backs, looking at Yin Xiao with drunken eyes: "This is not Song Song." Miss Song's little tail? Why aren't you with Mrs. Song today?"

Everyone was giggling and laughing together, Yin Xiao was just about to shake off them, when he suddenly saw King Jin hiding in this group of people.

He immediately stopped in his tracks, became vigilant, and replied without emotion: "None of your business."

(End of this chapter)