The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 15 Spring Stream Spring Play (1)
The stage is connected to the earth temple.

Chunxi Town is richer than other towns. Several big families donated funds to build a large ancestral hall. Outside there is a shrine for people to offer incense. It collapses into a mahogany threshold, and inside is a theater.

There is a stage in the center, with a wooden background painted in blue paint, and a half-person-high polychrome vase on each side.The grandstands of rich people are divided into left and right. On the left are the masters of various merchants, and on the right are the wives and ladies. The villagers sit in the open space in the middle with a wooden bench on their shoulders.

Before the play even started, the gongs, drums and erhu had already begun to sing sonorously and melodiously.The weather at the end of March was humid and stuffy, and the sky was already gray after dinner, and people in the town rushed in groups to the direction of the sound source.

Xiuhe was surrounded by her sisters and walked on the long bluestone steps. The girls were holding a small bench with a round surface, she was inserting pearl flowers, and she was holding a paper fan.The Mei family regards the embroidered girl as a landscape in Chunxi Town, and the embroidered girl herself regards herself as a landscape, walking up a row of steps, her pleated skirts swaying in the wind, and she has an indescribable taste.

"Hey, the third young master of the Geng family is also going to the theater!" The uphill road was crowded, someone shouted, and the embroidered girls all looked up.

Seeing that Geng Wu was walking three or five steps ahead, he was wearing a straight black long dress with broad shoulders and a blue cloth belt that outlined his narrow waist. It is very outstanding.

"En." He walked steadily, nodded to the person who came, and looked at him with a high and straight nose.

Ah, a group of young girls couldn't help but blushed, chattering, pushing each other, talking about her, talking about you, but they couldn't admit what they were thinking.

A silver thief is used to using a steady appearance to confuse people's hearts.Xiuhe lowered her head, let the little sisters play, and continued to walk silently on the small round bench.

She didn't dare to look up at Geng Wu, but Wan Chun beside her wanted to.

Xiuhe found a young master Mei as a backer, and Wanchun also wanted to have one.She is more optimistic about the Geng San who has nothing. Now he doesn't have one, but when he has one, she will be his husband and wife in need, and his mess. He will love her all his life and think of her well.

Wanchun looked at the front of the skirt, it was missing a muscle, how can I forget to bring a handkerchief this time alone?

Glancing at the stupefied Xiuhe beside him, he giggled at the corner of his mouth... Anyway, Xiuhe's sweetheart is not him.Hook out Xiuhe's flower handkerchief with a finger, and when the wind blows, the green lotus handkerchief brushed against Young Master Geng San's Leng Jun's cheek, and landed on the half-wet bluestone slab in front of him.

"Ah, my handkerchief..." Wan Chun whispered softly.

Xiuhe looked up from her thoughts, but it was too late.

Geng Wucai's steps faltered with the familiar faint scent of flowers, and he stopped insincerely.A young girl's slender lotus feet staggered towards her, and stopped two steps in front of her, hesitating and not daring to move forward.

The three-inch golden lotus is half a palm long, not her feet, let alone her good looks.

"Master Geng San, my handkerchief..." The woman who borrowed the handkerchief muttered shyly, and he didn't intend to raise her head.

The embroidered girls whispered, some were expecting Geng Wu to bend down to pick it up, and some were annoyed at Wanchun's independent proposition.Envy, jealousy, and gloating——in front of the man you like, your best girlfriends unconsciously become narrow-minded.

At the age of 16, late spring, the shame on his face gradually turned into embarrassment, and he was in a dilemma.

The handkerchief was covered on the bluestone, and it would get wet if I didn't pick it up again.Wanchun is Xiuhe's good sister, Xiuhe hesitated a little, and was about to bite the bullet and go forward to pick it up.

But before she could take a step, Geng Wu fell down without warning, the veil was twirling at his fingertips, and he picked it up: "Did you drop it?"

(End of this chapter)