Hunting for the Southern Song Dynasty

Xiaoduo is doing her makeup in front of the mirror.

I handed Feng Baldzi's fucking wooden comb to Xiaoduo, and Xiaoduo smiled while holding it, "What a clumsy wooden comb, this is the stupidest wooden comb I've ever seen, which stupid carpenter made this? It's so old , can’t it be made by Lu Ban? But, I like it, as long as it’s a gift from you.” As he said, he used it to comb his hair.

I took out a piece of paper from my sleeve and handed it to her: Feng Tuzi wants to marry Qing as his wife, is it possible?Use the comb to determine your love, don't care what you decide, this comb belongs to Qing.

After Xiaoduo looked at it, she slammed the comb angrily and said, "What a broken comb, is Feng Baldy's comb also called a comb?"

I saw the comb fell into two halves, I quickly picked it up and put it together, the broken comb was hard to fit, I kept shaking my head.

Xiaoduo hit me repeatedly as if she still couldn't understand her hatred, "You bastard! If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have used Feng Baldzi's comb! My hair, my hair is so fine, and I use such a broken comb combed."

Seeing her like this, and looking at the broken comb in her hand, I groaned angrily for a long time, meaning that Feng Baldzi's comb is not called a comb?If you don't like Baldy Feng, don't break the comb!Why is this comb making me bald?

When I was so anxious, Xiaoduo actually laughed, "Tell Feng Bald, even if he has a hundred hairless heads, don't hit his aunt!"

When I got back to the house, I was holding the broken comb in a daze: the comb was still the same, because its luster was different because of its owner.

I heard from my mother that if the comb is about to break, it means that the couple is over.Before my father died, my mother broke the comb while combing her hair.She threw the broken comb out of sight, but it still didn't help.Fortunately, Feng Tuzi and Xiaoduo are not husband and wife.

Difficult to comb.

Can't help but think of Mrs. Meng.I've always wanted to see her these days, but I never had the chance.I wanted to pay tribute to Meng Xingzhuang that day, and even wanted to go to Mrs. Meng's family to plead guilty, but who knew that I almost died.In fact, it's not that I don't want Sister Meng, it's not that I don't miss Sister Meng, but I dare not face her. After all, I killed her husband with my own hands.

When I fell down on the street, I ran into Meng Xingjiao. He was a stranger to me, and I couldn't talk to him.General Niu of Wang Yuanwai's family became dumb, and no one knew about it.I think Meng Xingjiao also knew about it.Maybe he saw that I was pitiful, so he didn't want to ask me for it.However, in the past, they were still intimate, but today they met without words. How can this heart be endured?

I must go to see Mrs. Meng, and I must see Meng Xingjiao. On a whim, I ran on horseback.

Before I got to her house, I saw Mrs. Meng, who was doing laundry by the river.Of course, she is not the only one. There are also many girls and daughters-in-law who wash clothes by the river, and there are children playing in and outside the river.The river water is already cold, but the hearts of the children are still warm.

I dismounted, tied the horse to a tree, and walked towards Mrs. Meng. Obviously, she saw me. When I was almost gone, she turned around and poured a basin of water on me.

I didn't react for a while, and let the water drip down, surrounded by the laughter of women and children.

I was whining and talking to her, and there was silence all around, only my whining and the intermittent calls of ducks in the river were heard.

"Get out!" Mrs. Meng stared at me fiercely with a hammer in her hand, "If you don't get out, I'll smash your head!"

The tenderness of the past was swept away.

My heart was ashamed, and I let her swing the hammer without dodging. A few women came over to persuade her.

"Forget it, forget it, he's dumb, why are you as knowledgeable as him?"

"He also knew he was wrong, and he was apologizing to you. Besides, he didn't know that it was your husband?"

"Actually, he is quite pitiful, he almost didn't let the little nun die with medicine!"

Sister-in-law Meng said: "Retribution! Why didn't Lord Yan order you to die? Don't think I dare not beat you? Get out!"

I was still standing still, and Mrs. Meng hit me with a hammer. Instead of hitting my head, it hit my shoulder, and I let out an exaggerated ouch.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me." The women urged, but no one snatched her hammer. Mrs. Meng slammed the hammer at me again with her teeth gritted, she stopped halfway up the kiln and threw the hammer away.

I wiped my wet face, I knew that not only the water but also the new tears flowed on my face, the women were all watching me, I jumped into the river like crazy, thumping hit the water, hit the water...

Mrs. Meng picked up the clothes, threw them into the basin, and said fiercely: "Don't think you're pretending to be deaf and dumb, don't think you're pretending to be crazy, so I can forgive you? Delusion!"

Generally, people who can pretend are either crazy or stupid or deaf and dumb, but Mrs. Meng thinks that I have both kinds of pretense.

There is nothing worse than being misunderstood.

Mrs. Meng turned and left with the basin in hand.

I walked out of the river in a daze, got on the horse in a daze, and went back to Wang Yuanwai's house in a daze.

Passers-by were surprised to see me in wet clothes, and they all swept over my body.

They all want to see me, but I don't want to see them.

I was thinking wildly.

Broken comb.

Sister-in-law Meng and I may have broken up just like the broken comb.It will be difficult to get together if it is broken.

But what about grass flowers?

When can we see grass flowers?It's not that I don't want grass flowers.Maybe everyone is like me, a lost thing or a lost person, the more you think about it, the more you think about it, and the more you think about it, the more you torture yourself.There is no other way.Just try not to think about it.Invest as much elsewhere as possible.

Do you have to learn to forget if you can't meet each other?

Are meeting doomed to forget each other?

Here, I came here suddenly, and I will leave sooner or later.

If I leave, I will lose a lot.This is inevitable.

Don't think about the future, think less about the past, just walk in the present...

Xiaoduo, who was watering the flowers, saw me coming back all wet and cast a concerned and curious look at me.

Xiaoduo put down the watering can and was about to pull me, but I shook her hand away.

"What's the matter? Who watered you like a flower? It must have been too wet. After reading too much "Furong Brocade", you have become a great poet?"

She even knew that I was reading Furong's "Furong Brocade".

It seems that nothing can hide from a woman's eyes, and nothing can hide from a woman's heart.

However, if you are too honest and honest in front of a woman, she will feel that everything is so boring.

Only when you deal with her cunningly and finally let her catch your fox tail, she will feel how distressed and meaningful everything is.

A woman grabs your sexual characteristics fiercely with one hand, and grabs your wagging tail with the other hand, and she never tires of pulling back and forth for herself.

Women seldom go to war, but women are naturally good fighters.Life is so contradictory.

Xiaoduo followed me into the room, helped me find out the clothes, and said, "Take it off and put it on!"

Xiaoduo turned around and went out.

After I changed my clothes, she came in and collected them.I understand that she is doing my laundry for me.These days, Xiaoduo often helps me wash clothes.Of course, sometimes she will wash those outside the royal family.

At night, Feng Tuzi still came to the place uninvited.

Feng Baldzi asked: "How is it?"

I shook my head.

"Didn't you write a poem that makes the sea dry and the stone rot?"

I shook my head.

Feng Baldzi felt dejected, "I know this is the result, and I can't blame you. I know this is the result, but I still want to try it. Isn't this fucking self-inflicted? What about the comb?"

I said ahh twice, gestured to a woman combing her hair, and threw it on the ground.

There was some light in Feng Baldzi's eyes, "Oh, I see, you mean she used it to comb her hair and accidentally dropped it on the ground, maybe she has never used this kind of comb before, so be happy and excited. You can use it for what it is , It’s the luck of the comb, and it’s the blessing of Xiaoduo to get this precious comb. I have a lot of heart!”

I shook my head, took out the broken comb from the cabinet, and handed it to Baldy Feng. When Baldy Feng saw it, he almost cried, "How did my comb become like this? Even if you don't like me, the bald man can't help but like mine." Comb?"

I gestured to him, which meant that Xiaoduo was unwilling, and Xiaoduo dropped the comb when she got angry.

Feng Baldzi stopped watching me make blind gestures, took the broken comb and left, even half-talking and half-singing, "The person I love breaks my heart, and the person who loves me cuts off the news..."

Is the person Feng Tuzi said loved him the girl from the family he said he was begging for?The word bald has its own love for bald people.

Some things were expected and some things were unexpected.That day, Furong and I went to the "Qifen Frame" in the county to pick up paintings, and found that there was already a piece of scorched earth.

A passer-by found out that a fire broke out here suddenly three nights ago, and the officials and the people put it out after a long time of rescue, and found nine corpses. His wife, children, and staff all died in the fire.

Fleur and I sighed endlessly.

Halfway through the walk, Fu Rong, who was riding a donkey, turned her head and looked at me and said: "If you lose this painting, you will lose it. At worst, I will let Gong Suran draw a painting for you. It is a pity that these lives and that missing person Mount Qifen father and daughter... I don't know who would do such a murderous thing?"

I was also very depressed in my heart, I even drew my sword and chopped off some branches and leaves on the side of the road...

When we got home, we went back to our rooms. I didn't lie on the bed for a long time before I heard crying and noise. Lin Moyu came into the room to pull me, "Go and see. Fu Rong and Grandpa Yuan got into a fight."

Many people outside the house were eavesdropping, and Mo Yu and I broke into Wang Yuanwai's living room regardless.

Fu Rong burst into tears, "I'll ask you again, did you take the painting in my room?"

Wang Yuanwai said: "How many times have I told you that I don't want any broken paintings for nothing."

I could tell that my scribbled work was gone.What a coincidence, the portrait of Fu Rong that Gong Suran gave me was gone before it was warm in my hands, and it didn't take long for Fu Rong to lose my graffiti, and it was on the same day.Was it broken?But what does this broken comb have to do with me and Fu Rong?

"I asked a lot of people and they said they didn't see each other. Besides you, who would dare to take my things?" Fu Rong asked Wang Yuanwai again.

"The yard is so messy now, everyone goes home to bring people home, you don't want to look for things you lost, and you ask your father first, I just came back from outside, what am I going to do with your broken painting , I'm full!"

"Can I believe what you say?" Furong turned her head and left.

"Then who the hell do you believe? Get out, get out! Are you here to see a joke?"

I didn't react for a while, until Lin Moyu pulled me away with his hand, I realized that Wang Yuanwai was talking about me and Moyu.

Lin Moyu followed me into my room, smiled and said to me: "The shabby painting of Furong you painted is really a treasure. Look at her today, as if she is going to eat people."

Thinking of Furong crying like that, I don't like it very much, and I have a sad face.

"It looks like Wang Yuanwai really didn't steal this painting. In fact, I can find the thief who stole the painting."

My eyes lit up.Moyu is smart and has ways, I always think so.