Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

Watching Shen Xiuwan go upstairs to sleep, He Biqing was anxious.

While wiping her tears, she pulled Yu's mother and said: "Look at her, she hasn't seen her for several years, she seems to be a different person! My uncle doesn't want her anymore, how can she still sleep?! She's so worried. ! How will we live without a man in the future?"

Yu’s mother was sad and wiped away tears.

However, she saw deeper than He Biqing.

She advised: "Madam, please don't be angry. Think about it. Over the years, we have only seen how glorious it is for the eldest lady to marry into the Fu family. Now think about it carefully, she is a southern girl who married into such a place where she has no relatives." , mother-in-law, sister-in-law and sister-in-law, who are all alone in front of a large family, I am afraid that these years have been very difficult. After all, it is the flesh that fell off your body, is she not as important as my uncle? "

He Biqing was stunned.

She only thought that her daughter would be very prosperous as the third mistress of the Fu family. When she wrote letters over the years, she never reported only the good news but not the bad. She really never thought about whether her daughter had been wronged in the Fu family.

"That's all," she wiped the tears on her cheeks, "wait until she wakes up and ask her what's going on. She likes to eat Sixi meatballs. Go to the market and buy two kilograms of them. Then cook them again. A pot of old duck soup, she has bad bones in her little body, drinking this can warm her stomach in winter."

"Eh!"

Yu Ma quickly agreed.

Boudoir upstairs.

The curtains hang low.

Shen Xiuwan slept until dark.

The dream was dark and sweet, everything related to Yanjing was far away from her, and she didn't know where it was today.

When she woke up, she opened her eyes and stared blankly at the tent ceiling. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten the past seven years, and only remembered that she was Awan of the Shen family in Gusu City.

When I slowly came back to my senses, all the past events came to my mind.

It has only been two days, but I feel like I have been apart for many years, as if my marriage to Jincheng is already very far away.

She calmly washed and changed clothes, took off her pearl necklace and pearl earrings in front of the half-worn bronze mirror, put on the sapphire blue cotton cheongsam with large inverted sleeves that she often wore before getting married, and combed her black hair into a single strand. Beautiful braids.

She looked in the bronze mirror.

She has loved beauty since she was a child, and the collar of her cheongsam was specially inlaid with a circle of white rabbit fur.

She touched her cheek.

Against the background of the rabbit fur, she still has the familiar round face, her skin is very transparent and milky white, her round almond eyes and cherry lips make her look much younger than her actual age, and her figure still has the look of a girl. Slim and light, nothing like being a mother.

However, she finally managed to crawl out of Yanjing at the cost of half her life.

Her eyes were very different from those seven years ago. There was something more inexplicable and a little more firm. Shen Xiuwan didn't hate such eyes.

When she walked downstairs, the fresh fragrance of old duck soup floated in the cold air. It was probably Yu's mother making soup in the kitchen. She touched her belly and felt the long-lost hunger. She remembered that she had just eaten the soup today. Ate half a bowl of beef noodles.

There are several pots of pine and cypress bonsai placed in the patio. In this winter, it becomes more and more black and cold.

My mother was sitting in the corridor across from her with her head lowered, picking up the soles of her shoes, with the old and yellowed bamboo basket at her feet. Inside the bamboo basket were rags of various colors and a pair of large black scissors that were so old that they were pulpy. After many years, she still uses this bamboo basket and scissors.

The cold wind blew fine flakes of snow.

It fell on the mother's messy temples and dyed her hair white.

She sewed the soles, lowered her head and bit off the thread. Her hands suddenly shook for some reason, and tears fell on the back of her wrinkled hands. She suddenly started crying while holding the soles.

The cry was heartbreaking and sad, even more heartbreaking than when she knew her father had raised Aunt Sun outside. Shen Xiuwan hid behind the stairs.

She also complained about her mother's stubbornness and lack of adaptability.

But seeing her gray hair with her own eyes, she still felt a trace of guilt in her decisive and calm mood.

Mother is old.

……

On the third day after Shen Xiuwan returned to her old house, it was just early in the morning when there was a knock on the door of her ancestral house.

She opened the door and it was Shen Yaozu.

Shen Yaozu had a smooth slicked back hair and wore a fur coat with a fur collar. He placed one hand on the door frame, half-hanging his head, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and raised his other hand high. Once upon a time in Jincheng The ancient silver mechanical lighter given to him.

He kept this action and didn't speak for a long time.

Shen Xiuwan frowned: "Yao Zu?"

Shen Yaozu then pretended to be cool and stroked his hair: "Eldest sister, I heard that you and my eldest brother-in-law are divorced?"

Shen Xiuwan turned around and walked into the house: "You still keep his lighter."

"This is my treasure!" Shen Yaozu caught up, "Just dressed up like this, if I stand between my brothers and light up a little, I will be called a person with style and accent! Those who don't know think I came back from studying abroad. ——I'm going too far. I came here today to tell you that Dad heard about your divorce. He heard it from the teahouse owner! Dad is angry and is rushing here with a stick. Hurry up. Run!”

Shen Xiuwan sat down and picked up the unfinished half bowl of white porridge.

She picked up a piece of mustard and said, "Don't run away."

"My brows are all burning. You still have the leisure to eat pickled mustard?!" Shen Yaozu said anxiously, "I'm kindly thinking of this lighter, so I kindly came here to remind you, don't be ignorant! You will be beaten by dad when the time comes. Your nose is bruised, your face is swollen and your face is disfigured. You beg your brother-in-law to remarry, but your brother-in-law ignores you!"

Shen Xiuwan ignored him and continued to eat vegetables and porridge.

Maybe the mustard was too salty, so she used a porcelain spoon to scoop out a spoonful of sugar and mix it into the porridge.

Sugar is a rare good thing. I was used to it when I was in the Fu family. Now that I have returned to my own home, I remember how precious this thing is.

"Sister——"

Shen Yaozu wanted to persuade her, but suddenly a shout came from outside the ancestral house: "Shen Xiuwan! Shen Xiuwan!! Get out of here!"

Shen Yaozu hissed: "It's over!"

Shen Zhongyun came with a stick.

He stormed through the door aggressively and saw that Shen Xiuwan was at home. He was so angry that he almost fainted: "I thought the people in the teahouse were talking nonsense and were jealous of your good marriage. I didn't expect that you were really divorced." ! How come I, Shen Zhongyun, gave birth to such a useless daughter like yours? Do you want to piss me off to death?!"

"Dad," Shen Xiuwan stood up, "This is not the old society anymore. There is no longer the word 'divorce'. As for divorce, I took the initiative to propose divorce to Jincheng. Our relationship broke down and we can't continue to live together."

"you--"

Shen Zhongyun raised his stick and pointed it at Shen Xiuwan's nose, trembling all over and unable to speak for a long time.

In the end, he was so angry that he threw the stick and slapped himself in the face. He slapped his thigh and screamed: "There is an abandoned woman in the family. How can I live? I don't want this old face of mine anymore. I can't live with you." Let’s fry it and make it as a snack!”