After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 95 Sending each other off in the rain

Mrs. Zhou replied calmly and kindly: "Where is it? Everything here is thoughtful and appropriate. Lian'er also said that staying here is more comfortable than at home."

Zhou Lian smiled and said, "Yes, thank you for taking care of me these days."

He lives here by himself and doesn't move around much on weekdays. He just stays in the house and studies. Qiao's mother knows that he is a hardworking and good boy, so she can't help but care a little more and ask him how he is studying.

Zhou Lian just lowered his eyes and said that there is still a lot to learn.

Mrs. Zhou was a bit proud, "In the past in the academy, Mr. praised him several times. If there is no accident, he should be on the list this time."

People always have a certain love for the honest and motivated young people. Qiao's mother sighed: "I think Lian'er is talented, and the old sister will be blessed in the future."

She knew that Mrs. Zhou's family was poor and it was not easy for her to confess such a crime.

The corners of Mrs. Zhou's eyes turned red, and she wiped her tears with a handkerchief. "It's a blessing, Madam. If that's the case, it would be great. It's not in vain that I have worked so hard to bring him to such a big age."

It was almost noon. Since Mrs. Zhou was here, Mother Qiao simply stayed with her to have lunch together. Zhou Lian was a foreigner, so he naturally went down to eat.

I don't know if it was Qiao Yuan's illusion, but she always felt that Mrs. Zhou was a little attentive to her.

As soon as she raised her eyes, Mrs. Zhou scooped up another spoonful of soup and placed it in front of her.

The weather in Beijing is changeable at this time of year. The sun was still shining when Qiao Yuan came. Before lunch was finished, he heard the maid outside shouting that it was raining.

The raindrops hit the window paper, making a crisp crackling sound.

Qiao Yuan frowned and looked out the window. After a while, the rain kept getting heavier and heavier, and it couldn't stop for a while.

If it was normal, she would have stayed there, but Brother Ting was still at the Zhuangzi, and Da Zhuang didn't know if he would be able to come back tonight, so she was worried that her son would be left alone.

Mother Qiao was a little worried that the carriage would be difficult to drive in the rain, but she also understood Qiao Yuan's concerns, so she had no choice but to ask her servants to prepare raincoats and oil-paper umbrellas.

Mrs. Zhou rolled her eyes and said, "Why don't you let Lian'er escort A Yuan back, it's raining so heavily that accidents are prone to happen, and it's always more reassuring to have a man by the side."

Qiao Yuan paused, but she didn't expect that Zhou's idea would be on her, a widow in mourning.

She politely refused and said: "Now it's raining more and more heavily, so don't bother nephew Lian. If you get wet, get cold, and delay your studies, you'll lose the big."

Zhou hesitated for a moment, but it was fleeting. She took Qiao Yuan's hand, patted it and said: "Why do you say this? Your mother hosted my mother and son to live here for several months. This kindness is like the ocean. Besides, the man is strong and strong. If he is a little bit It's not feasible when the rain comes in and the wind and cold come in. It's a great blessing that Lian'er can escort you and show you some kindness."

As far as Zhou's words are concerned, Qiao Yuan can't evade them in front of everyone.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhou quickly winked at the maid, and when Qiao Yuan arrived at the gate of the mansion, Zhou Lian was already waiting beside the carriage.

When Qiao Yuan got into the carriage, Zhou Lian thoughtfully helped Qiao Yuan lift the door curtain, and handed Mrs. Tang to the green sleeves, saying that it was raining and windy, to warm Qiao Yuan's body.

In the house where Qiao Yuan temporarily lives in the east of the city.

In the study, the originally peaceful atmosphere was broken by the sound of rain.

Da Zhuang raised his head from the situation map and asked the colleague next to him: "What time is it now?"

"Colleague" replied cautiously: "It's not time."

Da Zhuang frowned. Before he came out in the morning, he asked Qiao Yuan's personal maid, and he knew that she would go to Qiao's mother's place today. Calculating the time, she should be back soon.

The subordinate observed his master's expression for a while, and seeing his gloomy expression, he subconsciously became nervous.

Regardless of whether he has amnesia or not, the master's aura is so compelling.

Da Zhuang stood up amidst the surprised expressions of his subordinates, "There is something at home..."

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, and said wittily: "Then let's go down earlier today."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the master picked up the bamboo hat on the side and rushed out of the rain curtain.

Subordinate: At least take an umbrella before leaving.

Joe's house

It was raining heavily outside, and no one would come at this time. The two concierges hid in a small cubicle eating wine and playing cards.

Drunken, the two talked about what they saw just now: "You said, what do you mean Madam asked Master Biao to escort our girl back home?"

"What else can it mean? One is unmarried, the other is dead, and a man is alone. Isn't it just right? It's just that this young master's family is too poor, so he is not worthy of our girl."

"What's the matter? I heard that this young master has a certain reputation in the village. It can be seen that he has real talents and practical learning. If he wins the ranking in this autumn, the gap is not too big."

"That's right. After all, you are a widow remarrying, so naturally you can't ask for too much."

Touch one -

The wooden door of the compartment was suddenly knocked open with a loud noise.

The two concierges were startled and were about to get angry when they saw a tall and strong man standing at the door with a dark expression, as if he was about to eat someone, so they didn't dare to scold him immediately.

They heard the man squeeze out every word: "Where is Mrs. Zhen Guogong?"

The concierge was so frightened that he was so drunk that he dared not say anything in anger: "I went back in a carriage a quarter of an hour ago."

Da Zhuang stared at them: "Which direction are you going?"

The concierge pointed in one direction tremblingly, endured the man's horrifying gaze for a while, and when he couldn't hold on anymore, he finally sent the evil spirit away.

"Hu Yiyi." One of the concierges collapsed on the ground, with a cold sweat on his back, "Who is that person? The wife with a bad face seems to have run away with someone."

The other concierge was sober, and also felt that what the two said just now was outrageous, so he quickly covered his mouth: "Stop talking, I almost lost my life."

The faces of the two were pale, they looked at each other, and quickly got up to collect the liquor licenses.

The wheels rolled, and the carriage isolated the sound of the rain outside, creating a quiet and safe environment. Qiao Yuan opened a curtain, and the hazy water vapor rushed over his face. After a while, tiny drops of water condensed on his temples.

Lu Xiu hurriedly closed the curtain, "Ma'am, don't catch a cold."

Qiao Yuan propped his head lazily, his brows and eyes were bright, his sleeves slipped slightly, revealing a section of his forearm as white as jade, "How long will it be?"

Luxiu said angrily: "The road is slippery in rainy days, it will be safer if you slow down."

The people outside the curtain also heard her words, paused, and turned around and said, "Madam, don't worry, it will take about two-quarters of an hour."

Naturally, Zhou Lian couldn't ride with Qiao Yuan, so he sat outside with the driver.

The dark clouds were thick, making the sky a little darker.

Mother Qiao's house was a bit far away from Zhuangzi. It was raining heavily and there were no pedestrians on the road.

Lu Xiu found a clean white handkerchief, carefully lifted up the little beauty's black hair that had been wet by the rain when she opened the curtain, and wiped it gently.

Qiao Yuan held his face in his hands, his snow-white cheeks were covered with light red marks from his fingers, leaning against his green sleeves, the warmth from Mrs. Tang made him feel drowsy.

There was a thunder, and then there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground outside.

(End of this chapter)