Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1587 Divination (second update)
That's really embarrassing for her big belly.

Didn't expect him to toss for so long, his wish is to hear her sing a song?

So simple, so pure.

She felt that her thoughts seemed a little dirty compared to his.

In order to hide her guilty conscience, she coughed softly, "Isn't it just singing a song? No problem, tell me, what do you want to hear?"

Mu Zichuan said: "Anything is fine, as long as it is sung by you."

It was you who sang it, just for me alone...

"Is that so?" Yang Ruoqing said, walking forward slowly, frowning, quickly filtering all the best song titles in her mind.

I saw him beside him again, wearing a white robe, carrying a bamboo tube with books on his back, and holding an umbrella in one hand.

He is personable, refined and elegant, with a bookish air all over his body, he is like an elegant student.

Her eyes lit up, and the title of a song suddenly popped into her mind.

"How about this, I'll sing you a "Divination"," she said.

mu Zichuan nodded.

There was no soundtrack, so she adjusted her voice, the soft and pure voice sounded in the morning wind...

"The wind blows the sand, the butterfly loves the flowers, the eternal story,
Like the moon in the water, fascinated by the flowers in the mirror..."

Her voice was very pleasant, and it seemed that there was a special magic power pulling his mind.

In front of me, a picture scroll is slowly unfolding...

"Bamboo fence, wooden pipa, arch bridge under the moon,"

"Who is playing and singing, missing the distant place..."

"That year in midsummer, you packed your bags and left home."

"Beside the ancient road, I want to speak and cry first."

A young student goes to Beijing to rush for an exam, and his childhood sweetheart sees him off at the same pace...

He had been away for several winters and summers, and she had been waiting at home, looking at the entrance of the village.

Talk to everyone from the outside and ask for his news.

When will you return home?

Is everything all right?
"I asked for a lottery in the temple, and I cried and told Qingmei to wait for bamboo horses,"

"May the Bodhisattva bless us both..."

"Keep guessing and guessing, and made another divination,"

"Good or bad, good or bad, or fear..."

"That year in midsummer, you packed your bags and left home,"

"Beside the ancient road, I want to speak and cry first. The crops in the field have been harvested one after another, and when will we germinate?"

When did it germinate?

germination?

Mu Zichuan turned his gaze to the distance.

As far as the eye can see, there are endless fields and small villages scattered in the middle of the fields.

At this time of year, the winter has not completely receded, the warm spring has not yet awakened, and the fields are slightly barren.

Everything is dormant...

The singing voice beside my ears gradually became ethereal, and finally merged with the morning wind, transforming into a helpless sigh.

Like clouds, like smoke.

A clear tear slowly slipped from the corner of his eye.

"What's the matter? Is it because I sang badly? Look, this made you cry!"

Beside him, Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh or cry seeing him like this.

Sister, my singing voice is not bad, why is this guy crying?Why!
Hearing her voice, Mu Zichuan came back to his senses.

His eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing's face complicatedly.

"Qing'er, I'm sorry." He said in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and quickly waved her hands: "I'm the one who should say I'm sorry. I sang a song to see you off, and even made you cry..."

mu Zichuan shook his head.

"The song is very nice, it seems to be a true portrayal of the two of us." He said.

"Huh?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't make a turn in her brain circuit.

Mu Zichuan continued: "Qing'er, I finally know where I lost to Luo Fengtang."

"What?" Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes again.

Mu Zichuan said: "When I was young, I devoted myself to my studies, neglected you, and left you out in the cold."

"It was my fault."

"At that time, I valued fame and fortune so much that I couldn't hold other things in my eyes anymore."

"Zi Chuan..."

"Qing'er, don't interrupt, listen to me." Mu Zichuan said.

Well, Yang Ruoqing shut up.

Mu Zichuan took a step forward, lowered his head, his gentle and doting eyes enveloping her like spring water.

"My father can walk away, my mother and I are orphans and widows, and we depend on each other for life."

"I have been weaker than my peers since I was a child. Studying is my only way out, and it is also the only way out that my elders instilled in me."

"In this world, there is no double law, and one side will eventually lose."

"What I want to tell you is that if I have another chance to do it again, I will take the exam, but I won't just focus on climbing like this."

"If I pass the Juren exam, I should be content, and then I will treat you well and marry you as my wife!"

"Zeng Jin, I want to be famous, but now, I just want to be rich and noble,"

"Be with the one you like, have children, and honor the elders." Mu Zichuan said.

After hearing all this, a smile appeared on the corner of Yang Ruoqing's lips.

"You finally figured it out?"

"It's not too late to figure it out now. From now on, spend a little thought, find a girl you like, get married quickly, and build a happy family." She said.

"This is your mother's wish, and it is also the wish of Tang Yazi and me."

"We all want to be happy and do well!" she said again.

mu Zichuan nodded.

"I know what's in my mind. It's alright, Qing'er, the song has been sung, and the words have been spoken."

"Ten miles of long pavilions, you have to say goodbye after sending you off for thousands of miles, so go back!" he said.

Under the eyes, there is nostalgia and reluctance that can't be suppressed.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly, and nodded: "Sure, whenever you are free, go home and take a look around."

mu Zichuan nodded.

"Your mother is also my mother now, don't worry, I will take good care of her, and I will write to you if there is anything wrong," she said again.

He still nodded and said nothing.

"Sure, then you can go, I'll be back." She said, turning around.

The two turned around at the same time and left in different directions.

She let out a sigh of relief, and a stone from the bottom of her heart fell completely.

With today's words, his heart should be settled.

Zi Chuan, cherish all the way, and cherish as you go.

On the other side, Mu Zichuan also walked forward without looking back.

The hand hidden at the bottom of the sleeve was clenched into a fist.

In the ears, it seemed that her singing sounded again.

"Guess, guess, I did another divination, it was a lottery, but I still can't let it go..."

"The love for you has survived several winters and summers, I miss you day and night, and pray that you won't change your mind..."

Qinger, if this is the final ending.

In this life, I will never marry again.

The lost lover can never be found again.

In this life, I am willing to be alone, and as an elder brother, I will protect you for the rest of my life.

I only hope that in the next life, I will join hands with you again and go through a cycle of reincarnation...

……

After seeing off Mu Zichuan, time seemed to fly by like an accelerator.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of February in the lunar calendar.

Yang Ruoqing's belly has grown day by day, and now it's really inconvenient for her to move around.

The child is very heavy, and after walking too much, the bone behind the buttocks seems to be about to open.

(End of this chapter)