pampering wife

Chapter 5

As the weather gradually warmed up, Xu's long-lingering illness gradually improved, and he brought up the matter of going to the capital again.Qingmei has an attitude of delaying if she can, and every time she talks about it and changes the topic, this time Xu's old story is brought up again, Qingmei uses the name of "Chunguang" to take Xu's for a walk on the street So, leaving Changsheng and Yingzi guarding the tavern.

As for the regular customer Wei Li, who still comes to the corner of the tavern to drink alone on time, Qingmei doesn't know what he is looking for for such a insistence, and she can't help but feel a little curious.Asked casually, Wei Li just smiled and said nothing, and Qingmei didn't force it.

They were familiar with the shops on Chang'an Avenue, Qingmei and her mother strolled all the way to Nanshi a few streets away, bought some snacks and picked out some clothes.Mrs. Xu has always paid attention to the two children, and the close-fitting clothes are all hand-sewn by herself, so she bought a few more bolts of cloth and satin, and asked someone to send them to the tavern.

In the afternoon, the sun was bright and the wind was breezy. There was an endless stream of pedestrians in Chang'an Temple, and most of them were little ladies who were offering incense and wishing.In order to make Mrs. Xu happy, Qingmei dragged her to the temple: "Mother, let's go burn incense and make a wish?"

"What wish do you want? I'm satisfied now." Xu's hair was in a neat bun, and he smiled kindly.

"Then I want to make a wish." Qingmei tilted her head and counted slowly with her fingers, "I want my mother to be in good health, Huaiyuan to study successfully, and the business in the tavern to get better and better. Oh, there are so many wishes that I can't count. !"

"Little greedy!" Mrs. Xu stroked her hair, laughing endlessly.

Qingmei smiled like a silver bell, and took Xu's arm into the Buddhist hall to burn incense. When the two were wandering in the temple, they ran into an acquaintance——

"Aunt He, Lian'er!" Seeing the familiar figure, Qing Mei went up to hold He Zilian's hand, very happy.These two are old friends of Qingmei's family. They knew each other when Qingmei's family lived in a small town. Later, the two moved to Wancheng one after another, and they did not stop their contact.

He Zilian was also very happy when she saw Qingmei: "Sister Qingmei! You were not there when I went to the tavern, so you are here."Because He Zilian has always been weak and sickly, she speaks in a soft voice, which makes people feel distressed.

Over there, Mrs. He and Mrs. Xu chatted about the daily life, and Qingmei dragged He Zilian to walk slowly: "Is your health better? It seems that your complexion is a little rosy."

He Zilian nodded, looked up at Qingmei, with a smirk on her weak face: "My brother came back after a while yesterday, and he said that he would come to the tavern when he is free tomorrow."

"He's back?" Qing Mei couldn't help but raise her voice a little bit, her face suddenly turned bitter, and she couldn't help muttering: "Why so fast, didn't it mean that he would go for three or four months?" He Zilian's elder brother, He Zimo, was her Mr. Xixi, although his appearance is elegant and easy-going, he is very strict and serious when teaching Qingmei.Qingmei loves to be lazy in her studies, so she is often scolded by him.

He Zilian knew what Qingmei was thinking, so she squeezed her palm: "Go back tonight and review the book."

Qing Mei gave a bitter "hmm".

That He Zimo...not to mention strict requirements, but also invulnerable.Every time Qingmei wanted to be lazy, whether it was her pleading with a smile on her face, yelling violently, begging for nothing, or offering bribes with food and drink, he always calmly watched her finish the fuss, and then tapped her with a ruler. Shujuan said, "Are you finished? Continue copying."

Qingmei put all her strength on the cotton, and the fuss was boring, so she could only rub her sore wrist and continue to copy and recite, or practice calligraphy with a rice bag hanging on her wrist.And He Zimo was quietly studying beside him, and watched her finish her homework by the way.

As time goes by, He Zimo has no temper towards Qing Mei, which makes Qing Mei lose her temper.

Then where is Mr. Teacher, it is clearly the nemesis invited by the mother!

The resentment in her heart was lingering, and Qingmei still drooped her head when she returned to the tavern.Mrs. Xu knew what was on her mind and ignored her with a smile, but Wei Li asked casually after seeing her, "Been beaten by Shuang?"

"Oh, life is too short! With such a short life, why do you have to memorize those boring old books?" Qingmei looked up to the sky and sighed, greeted Wei Li perfunctorily, then walked into the backyard with her head bowed.

Later, Mrs. Xu and Changsheng asked about the situation of wine sales today, and then smiled at Wei Li and said, "Mr. Wei is here. Don't be surprised by Qingmei's ignorance. The gentleman who taught Qingmei to read is back. She This is the fear of asking questions about the coursework."

Wei Li nodded clearly, and Mrs. Xu said, "This girl doesn't listen to persuasion when she's in a mood, so she only talks about making wine to make her happy. The concubine is abrupt, can I trouble Mr. Wei to persuade her?" With a bad temper and not reading books, I am afraid that I will really be under the ruler of Mr. He tomorrow.

Wei Li followed Mrs. Xu into the backyard, and saw Qingmei squatting next to the wooden kennel, stroking the long-haired and soft big white dog and saying to himself: "Little one, Mr. He will definitely ask about homework when Mr. He comes tomorrow." , and let me copy books, can you bite him for me?"

The so-called little dog was lying comfortably on the ground, and it whimpered twice.

Wei Li was used to seeing Qingmei's bright and beautiful smile, but it was rare to see her so aggrieved and helpless. He couldn't help thinking it was funny, walked over to stand beside her, and said leisurely: "Speaking of wine brewing, you are very thorough, and you are afraid that the teacher will ask about your homework?"

"I'm not afraid, but why should I waste time memorizing those boring books?" Qingmei sat on the cushion and curled up with her knees curled up, her head drooping on her knees, "It's nothing more than reading those scriptures and history all day long. It's interesting, but since I already understand the meaning, why do I have to memorize it?"

"I'm often forced to recite books too." Sitting next to her, Wei Li felt empathetic, "Don't sleep if you can't finish memorizing."

"So miserable?" Qingmei sympathized with him and touched his arm, "Then how did you deal with the sir's questioning? Use a note or a code word?"

(End of this chapter)