The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 517 Deadwood He Chun (1)
The twelfth lunar month is approaching, and the season is entering the severe winter. Snowflakes are floating in the sky halfway, and the black car hood is walking on the trail, like a moving ink painting.The courtyard was very quiet. The village woman stood under the eaves with her arms folded, trying to help Xiuhe, but Xiuhe slapped her away, wiped her skirt and ran into the house.

The bed tent was empty, and Hanamaki didn't know where it went.

"Where's my son?" Xiuhe raised her head and asked with angry eyes.

The village woman had no expression on her face: "I was obedient when I woke up, but then I kept crying. I let Ah Hu carry me out to play, and I'll be back soon."

"Woo~~" Just as he was talking, a child was crying outside, a strong man walked into the yard with a flower roll in his bag, wrapped in a small quilt, and when he saw Xiuhe, he rushed forward.

Xiuhe walked over to hold the flower roll in her arms, and looked at Mei Xiaoyi suspiciously.

"Your child, I don't want to hurt him. A small piece of brown sugar is not poisonous." Mei Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, a little flattering.

Xiuhe narrowed her gaze, and didn't respond to his words, but just kissed Hanamaki's frozen red face: "Be good~~ Brother, don't cry, mother is back."

Warm coals were burning in the bedroom, and it was warm, and when I lifted up the little robe with the flower roll, it turned out that I was crying.Haus is a young master who loves cleanliness, and he can't bear the slightest bit of dirty clothes, no wonder he is crying so hard.

So he took off the diaper, went to the kitchen to scoop up hot water, and stewed half a bowl of rice paste in the pot.The village woman came forward to ask for help, but Xiuhe ignored her and walked out with the basin and bucket by herself.Helping Ziqing with housework since he was a child, everything seems to be handy.Perhaps the left and right weights are different, and the shoulders are slightly tilted. Passing by Mei Xiaoyi, the newly replaced silver-gray winter robe blocked the way.

Mei Xiaoyi stared at it dazedly, remembering Ah Ting's statement to herself when she was young: "She is very diligent and can scoop water for cooking. I lay on the wall and looked at her, 'Hey, hey, throw a bun for Grandpa'. She glared at me and said her brother saw someone going to hit someone. See, she learned to love me."

But she ignored him at the moment, since she left the city gate, she saw him as nothing in her eyes.This feeling is really desolate... Actually, she shouldn't be allowed to enter the city today. Seeing her is harder to forget than not seeing her.

Mei Xiaoyi looked at Xiuhe sadly, saw her empty left ear, and frowned slightly: "Where did your other earring go?"

Xiuhe paused for a moment, then picked up the flower roll and wiped her feet: "I don't know when I lost it." Her voice was very low, and her tone was not flustered.

The light and shadow in Mei Xiaoyi's phoenix eyes darkened, she smiled and said: "Oh, it's so beautiful, it's a pity to lose it. I'll make a copy for you when I get there."

His legs were a little cold, and the pain that had penetrated into the bone marrow was gnashing his teeth and claws in the dark, and he held on to the edge of the table without a trace.

The sky was dark, and Han Sheng stood outside the door, bowing his waist: "Young master, it's time to soak your feet, it's already late."

Mei Xiaoyi turned around and ordered in a cold voice: "The situation has changed, pack up immediately and get on the road."

"Boom——" Xiuhe's hand twisting the cotton cloth shook, "The child has a low-grade fever, so I won't leave tonight."

Han Sheng glanced at Xiuhe, his eyes flickering: "This... if the eldest young master's legs are not soaked in medicine on time, the stasis will not dissipate in the body, and the pain will kill people. Besides, the boatman did not say anything , I'm afraid it's too sudden..."

"She refuses to leave, and neither do you. Could it be that you are waiting for someone here too?" Mei Xiaoyi glanced at Han Sheng firmly, and brushed past him indifferently.

The cold wind blowing against that elegant figure made Han Sheng's back tremble inexplicably, so he hurried down to make arrangements.

The bedroom suddenly fell silent, he was sitting outside, and she was packing inside.But where is there anything to bring?No heart, no clue, just procrastination, obviously don't want to leave.Packing a burden, I saw a pair of rusty scissors in the drawer, clutched it in my hands, and finally grabbed it.

"What are you doing?" Qingyu suddenly came from behind him.

(End of this chapter)