Enter the Room

  Chapter 128

   Amidst the crackling sound of firecrackers and the sound of lion dancing, the crowd surrounded Song Tao and Ma Hui and walked out.

  The plaque on the black lacquered gate was covered with a red cloth, and there were several baskets full of firecrackers beside it.

  The boys lit another plate before the firecrackers were finished, and soon the ground was covered with a thick layer of bright red firecracker confetti.

  A pair of lions jumped and moved, picking the red silk hydrangea hanging on the archway.

  The red silk hydrangea unfolded in the wind, and there was a couplet hanging down that reads "The source of money is connected to the whole world, and the business is smooth for three springs".

  The sound of firecrackers stopped in due course.

  The arrogant voice was still high-pitched: "Why is it a female boss?"

   "It's a girl from the Song family."

   "The magistrate of the county has already said that the girls of the Song family don't give in to men. What's so unusual about having the female boss of the Song family kiln factory in front of them?"

   "This can be regarded as the predecessors planting trees and the descendants enjoying the shade. I just don't know if the female owner of Songjiayao Factory has come?"

  Song Tao still had a reserved smile on his face, but his heart was churning like magma.

   A group of ignorant ordinary people, what else can they do besides watching the fun?

  After today, they will know who is the best!

  Song Tao's expression gradually became resolute, and she took a step forward, standing in front of everyone.

  Si Li saw it and immediately sang loudly: "The auspicious time has come!"

   There was another burst of crackling firecrackers.

  Song Tao smiled, and grabbed the red silk hanging from the plaque.

  But turning around like a ghost, he glanced at Song Jiyun who was standing far behind the door.

  The rising sun shone on her body, but her smile was like a pomegranate flower blooming at noon, sincere and warm, as if she was happy that she could unveil the plaque instead of Song Daliang.

  Is Song Jiyun so kind?

  The scene when they practiced painting together in the yard when they were young suddenly flashed in her mind.

  Song Jiyun always pouts his mouth and keeps a straight face, while Song Youliang eats food and coaxes Song Jiyun to paint with nice words.

   But sometimes, when Qian made delicious snacks and sent them to the maid secretly, she would smile as suddenly as before, and then ask the maid serving her to give her a piece too.

   But this was a long, long time ago.

  They are all grown up.

  Song Tao thought about it, her heart was getting colder, and her wrist was hard, and she was about to pull off the red silk of the plaque.

   "Slow down!" someone shouted loudly.

  Song Tao subconsciously exerted strength with his hands.

  The originally smooth red silk seemed to be caught by something, and it didn't fall down.

   Song Tao felt anxious.

  The crowd had already parted on both sides. Song Tianbao, who was as pale as a paper, walked in with Song Tianbao, whose face was as pale as a sheet, and who was panting loudly.

   "Wait!" The steward who was beside them said loudly, "Wait for our master to come!"

  The crowd suddenly seemed like water dropped into hot oil.

"How is this going?"

   "Didn't it mean that Mr. Song was too sick to get out of bed? It doesn't matter if you rush here like this?"

   "Master Song is like this, I'm afraid he is seriously ill?"

  Song Tao held the red silk in his hand, and stood there like a clay sculpture of a Bodhisattva.

  Ma Hui and the others hurriedly bypassed her and rushed towards Song Daliang.

  Only Song Jiyun, holding his skirt, walked towards her slowly, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

  Song Tao shivered, turned around suddenly, and looked around.

  She saw that brother Zheng Quan who often accompanied Song Jiyun was holding a whip and talking to their coachman.

  The look, the two seem to be very familiar.

  Her face was pale, and the red silk in her hand was clenched into a ball.

   When she looked up, she saw Song Jiyun getting closer and closer to her.

   There is also the undisguised mockery in Song Jiyun's eyes.

  In the flash of Flint, Song Tao suddenly understood.

  She stared at Song Jiyun and said, "It's you, it's you who made the trouble!"

   "What are you talking about?" Song Jiyun smiled and walked closer and closer to her. Song Tao could even see the pearl stamens on her hairpin tremblingly shining in the sun for a long or short time.

  She couldn't help taking two steps back.

  Song Jiyun stood two or three steps away from her, and sneered, "There are so many people watching, don't talk nonsense! Why did your father suddenly wake up? How did your father fall into a coma? I don't know!"

  When Song Tao heard this, the corners of her lips were tightly pursed and she looked at Song Jiyun.

  Song Jiyun smiled calmly.

  Song Daliang's struggling voice came: "Thank you everyone for coming to support us! We will talk about it later. If there is anything to do, wait until the plaque is unveiled. We cannot delay the auspicious time."

   "That's right." Song Daliang walked up the steps with difficulty surrounded by people.

  Song Tao and Song Jiyun were squeezed aside from left to right.

  Song Daliang hurriedly took the red silk that was still held in Song Tao's hand just now, and pulled it hard, the red silk fell from the plaque, revealing the black lacquered gold leaf plaque that said "Cloud Out".

   "So this kiln is called 'Yunchu'!"

  The sound of firecrackers was loud again.

  The master of ceremonies' voice overwhelmed the sound of firecrackers: "Great opening!

  Song Daliang seemed to have lost all energy, his legs were weak, and he was about to fall on Song Tianbao's body, and the steward next to him quickly supported him.

   Ma Hui hurriedly said: "Hurry up and bring the grand master's chair."

  Song Daliang sat down in a cold sweat.

   "Didn't it mean that you were too sick to get up?" Ma Hui said, "Didn't it mean that your daughter would unveil the plaque for you?"

   After speaking, he looked left and right to find someone, "Where is Miss Song? Where did she go?"

   Everyone hurriedly made way for Song Tao.

  She was sweating profusely, her makeup looked a bit muddy, and walked over with a forced smile: "Father, I'm here? Why are you here?"

  Song Daliang glanced at her displeasedly, and scolded: "Even if I'm unconscious, isn't there still Tianbao? When is it your turn to reveal the plaque?"

  Song Tao blushed normally, and retorted: "The doctor said you won't wake up for a while, Tianbao is young..."

  Song Daliang waved at her in disgust, interrupted her unhappily, and said, "This is a kiln factory, so you don't come here anymore."

  Song Tianbao also looked at her unkindly at that time, muttering "yes" in a low voice.

  Song Tao's face turned red and blue.

  Song Daliang ordered the steward beside him: "Take Third Miss back."

   "Father!" Song Tao yelled unwillingly, and Song Daliang said categorically: "Go back soon! You don't have the right to speak!"

  The steward winked at the follower.

  The entourage immediately ran in front of Song Tao, and "please" Song Tao with a strong attitude: "Miss, don't make things difficult for me!"

  Blood dripped from Song Tao's face.

  Ma Hui also said to her in a warm voice: "Your father is here, you should go back!"

  Song Tao looked at Song Cuyun from a distance, his eyes were gloomy like dark clouds.

  Song Jiyun stood idly by with his arms folded in front of the bright red brocade-patterned fan covered with white Goryeo paper, with a smile on his lips.

  Song Tao walked out with Song Daliang's entourage expressionlessly.

  Behind him were Song Daliang and others greeting: "Today is a big day for our kiln factory. I have invited the cook from Taohua Pavilion, and prepared a feast for everyone in the wing room. Please enjoy it!"

   Someone worried: "Da Liang, are you okay?"

   "What can I do?" Song Daliang said, not without regret: "Fortunately, I asked the master of Baoen Temple to count the days and come here at the auspicious time..."

   Song Tao lowered her eyes, hiding her gaze.

  (end of this chapter)