Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 33
The fifth day of May, the Dragon Boat Festival.

The most lively blessing festival in Tongshan Prefecture every year.

Wan Yan was dragged by her little sister to Hengshan Temple early in the morning.

The girls of Jiaofang Division only have this day every year that they don't have to perform or practice.

So the sisters planned early and went to different places to see the scenery together.

Wan Yan and her two sisters meet to come to Hengshan Temple. She wants to ask her father for an ever-burning lamp.

As the carriage drove along the road, the little sisters chattered, feeling that their eyes were not enough.

"Wan Yan, look, how cute that puppy is."

"Wan Yan, that girl's skirt is actually embroidered with landscape pictures!"

"Wan Yan, I smell the aroma of pancakes, we will arrive at Hengshan Temple later, shall we have a taste?"

The two little sisters sat on both sides of the carriage, holding the curtain of the carriage with their right hands, no matter what they saw, they would yell.

Wan Yan was in a happy mood, such days are rare.

After getting out of the carriage, the three of them walked up the mountain together.

Pilgrims continued all the way.

Walking to the pavilion in the middle of the mountain, the little sisters stretched out to rest.

In the gazebo, there were already many pilgrims resting their feet.

The three of them took their time and found the innermost seat of the gazebo to sit down.

Wan Yan wiped her sweat and sighed in a low voice: "I didn't expect it to be so cool on the mountain. It's a pity that we rarely go out on weekdays. After walking these few steps, I feel sore all over my body, and I feel like my legs don't belong to me."

The little sister felt the same way. While looking around, she leaned into Wan Yan's ear and whispered, "I'll tell you a secret. I've been secretly exercising for a while, but I didn't realize it until I climbed the mountain today. It's useless."

The breeze came slowly, and the three little girls laughed together.

"Pfft, what the fuck? Why is it hot? You want to burn my old lady to death?"

Wan Yan only felt the heat on her feet, and found that the woman sitting next to her had poured all the water from the gourd onto the gazebo floor.

The woman is 37 and [-] years old, has a strong body, and is taller than ordinary women.

His skin was tanned, his hands had calluses, his hair had not been taken care of for a long time, and there were several hard knots. The sweat stained the ends of his hair and stuck it to his forehead in a mess.

The woman has triangular eyes, and when she looks at people, she stares like she is about to fight. When everyone sees it, they all fall silent.

The hot water fell to the ground, splashed, and a trace of white smoke floated from the gray ground.

This arc caused most of the water to splash on the pilgrims sitting next to the woman, and Wanyan was one of them.

Several pilgrims wanted to talk, but when they saw the tall and strong woman, they swallowed back their anger and dissatisfaction.

Wan Yan saw that the uppers of her gold silk embroidered shoes were wet and stained with mud. She wanted to reason, but was scared off by the woman's strong aura, so she had no choice but to give up.

The less trouble, the better.

The little girl silently withdrew her feet.

The woman's actions made everyone in the gazebo look at her.

Seeing everyone looking at her, the woman became even more energetic and glared at a thin man in his 30s beside her.

"I don't drink a sip, you bloody man who kills thousands of knives, scalds my mother to death."

After the woman finished speaking, she spat on the ground twice.

The three little girls moved slowly to the side, away from the evil spirit.

The woman didn't seem to be satisfied, she snatched the package that the man was carrying, and opened it.

Wan Yan looked over, there were scones, cucumbers, and two tomatoes inside.

The scones were small and wrapped in felt paper. When the woman opened them, the smell of scones rushed into Wanyan's nostrils.

The little sister murmured beside her: "It smells good."

Regardless of everyone's stares, the woman tore open the cake and put it in her mouth, took a bite and then spat on the ground: "What kind of shit, it's so hard, how can I eat it?"

After speaking, he stuffed the remaining half of the cake directly into the man's mouth: "Eat, eat, eat, I'll give you all of it. I'm so annoying. I can't do anything well. I don't look like a man."

The man endured silently, his thin body trembling, his throat was blocked by scones, and his face was flushed from holding back.

The woman exerted more force, and the crumbs of the scones fell down one after another. The man waved his arms, begging for mercy.

Looking at this scene, Wan Yan turned pale with fright. She was afraid that if she waited a little longer, the man would die here.

The woman finally calmed down, kicked the man's feet, stopped the movement of her hands, and angrily took the package and left the gazebo.

The man spat out what was in his mouth, and then gasped for breath, still calling: "Lady, wait for me."

It's just that the man was kicked in the knee by a woman just now. He tried several times, but he couldn't move.

The man smiled apologetically at everyone: "I'm sorry to bother you all, and I'm sorry for my wife."

Wan Yan watched with horror.

It was the first time she saw a man being beaten.

Everyone shook their heads.

An old man stepped forward and supported the man: "How are you?"

The man smiled, stretched out his hand to hold on to the railing of the gazebo, and shook his head: "It's all right, I'm sorry to disturb everyone."

As he spoke, he nodded to everyone frequently.

The man is very short, with a pointed jaw, big eyes, and a broad forehead. With a gray turban, he looks thinner and thinner.

He was wearing a gray cloth coat with many patches on his trousers, and there was a hole in the back of the wide robe, and the fabric was flapping, making him look very down and out.

He slowed down for a while, and found that everyone had looked away and no one paid any attention to him, so he walked out of the gazebo in the direction the woman left.

The three little girls have been looking at the man as if nothing, and seeing him go away, the little sisters let out a long breath: "My God, there are still such men in the world."

Wan Yan also felt surprised: "His wife is so powerful, and he still treats her like this, it's really incomprehensible."

"Besides being a bit useless, if there is someone who can put me in the palm of his hand and protect me like this, I will definitely treat him better."

The whispers of the girls were heard by the pilgrims next to them, and everyone joined the discussion one after another.

"They are from Niuzhuang outside the city. This daughter-in-law is a well-known wicked woman in the village. I heard that beating husbands is commonplace."

The old man next to him interrupted: "That woman just now? What a vicious woman, she actually stuffed scones directly into his mouth. I think he almost lost his anger just now."

"I often go to Niuzhuang to run a business, and I have seen this man. I can't admit my mistake. I heard that this shrew is not happy. She just took whatever she handed and used it. She beat the man all over the village."

A man was really angry: "How can he be so useless? This kind of daughter-in-law should get divorced, and should she keep it for the New Year?"

The little sister smiled secretly, and leaned into Wan Yan's ear: "This person is standing up now, why didn't he come out to fight just now?"

Sensing that the tops of her feet were getting wet, Wan Yan stretched out her little feet. When the little sister saw it, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Wan Yan, your feet are burning red."

Wan Yan hurriedly patted the little sister: "Keep down, it's okay, it's okay!"

The pilgrims who were sitting next to the woman just now heard the voice and started to complain: "Really, hot water was poured on me just now. Seeing that she is a woman, I just let her go."

Wan Yan smiled when she heard this, and pulled up the little sister: "Okay, let's go on the road. It will take some time to reach the top of the mountain. Let's walk slowly."

When they walked out of the gazebo, Wan Yan heard the people behind them still discussing, saying that such a wicked woman should be divorced and subdued.

Otherwise, the man will be tortured to death by her sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)