You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 500
"Thanks to my sister's good memory, Qing'er has forgotten all about it!" Wen Qing'er covered her lips and smiled: "Then bring some, but Mr. He has been waiting for a long time, and it happens to be served with mutton."

Wen Xin'er nodded with a smile, as if she had thought of something, she hurriedly said to Wen Qing'er: "Sister, can you wait for me for a while, it's freezing cold, and my wind and cold are just right, I just stand at the door for a while and feel a little cold Just change to a thicker cloak."

Wen Qing'er didn't doubt that he was there, so she responded again and again, and first followed Wen Xin'er to the east to wait for a while.

As soon as Wen Xin'er entered the door, she took off the cloak on her body, and Mo Hua stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter, girl? But you forgot something?"

This cloak was already the thickest for the girl, and when Mo Hua heard what his own girl said, he knew it was just an excuse to the third girl, so he asked another question.

Wen Xiner shook her head: "It's nothing, you can go and get another cloak, I forgot my handkerchief, so take a handkerchief and go with my third sister."

Mo Hua hurriedly nodded in response, although she thought it was just a veil and the girl was making a big fuss, but after all Wen Xiner was her own girl, so she didn't think too deeply about it, she just took the cloak and changed it quickly.

Wen Xin'er did forget to bring the handkerchief, but it was not her own, but Mr. He's. That day when Mr. He wiped her tears, she held it in the palm of her hand, until she sent Mr. He to the front hall. Remember the thing about returning the handkerchief.

The apricot blossoms on the blue veil were still gorgeous, Wen Xiner rubbed them lightly with her fingers, thinking that this veil might have been given by some girl, she felt a sense of loss.

Wenxin'er shook her head and sighed softly, and put the handkerchief into her sleeve. Although she had a slight affection for Mr. He, she was far from his family background.

Thinking about it, the son from the Qingliu family needs to marry a prostitute like the third sister to be worthy of his status. She is an ordinary concubine, so she can't afford to be high, and she can't bear the face of the Qingliu family.

"Girl?" Mo Hua poked his head and called softly when he saw that his girl hadn't been out for a long time.

Wen Xiner came back to her senses, stood up quickly and walked towards Mo Hua: "Here, come, help me put on the cloak, I'll go right away."

Wen Wen'er and Wen Qing'er walked side by side, and after thinking about it for a while, she suddenly asked: "Sister, please invite the eldest sister, if you bypass her alone, there will be trouble again tomorrow."

Wen Qing'er patted Wen Xin'er's arm, pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "Of course I invited you, but our big sister doesn't like my tender mutton, and she thinks it's cold outside, so she won't come!"

Hearing what Wen Qing'er said, Wen Xin'er burst out laughing: "There are still times when the big sister thinks it's cold! I see that she is like summer all the year round, and she is still wearing tulle for three or nine days. I feel cold just looking at her."

Wen Qing'er responded with a smile: "Who is to say no, to be honest, I also admire elder sister, and she wears thin dresses even in snowy days, but I have never heard of elder sister catching a cold."

"On the contrary, the two of us, with three layers inside and three layers outside, are wrapped up like bears in winter, but we are sick for a few days from time to time. It's really unpleasant!"

The two chatted and laughed, and arrived in the small garden in a short while. Curtains were hung around the small pavilion, a hot pot was placed on the stone table, and two small red clay stoves were lit next to it, and hot tea was simmering all the time. Gulp gurgle steaming.

Heavy snow, plum blossoms, cooking snow and making tea are extremely elegant things.

(End of this chapter)