"It's raining outside, Yinxiao has no umbrella," Song Huiyue turned around to look at the Buddha statue, "Besides talking about you and me, the Buddha can hear it, Yinxiao can hear it too."

Huang Wenqiu thought to himself: "The Buddha had two stone ears and one stone mouth. He had no place to listen to, and he had no place to say. Can he be the same as Yin Xiao?"

However, he did not want to argue about these trivial matters, so he took out ten Jiaozi from his arms: "Cousin, this is one hundred taels. You accept it. I thank you for the kindness you gave me in tea. You were young and you said something like a joke. You should pretend that you have never said anything about marriage."

Song Huiyue looked back at him: "I won't talk anymore after I was six years old."

Huang Wenqiu couldn't bear her staring and stopped talking: "How can we have sex? Besides, marriage is always the order of our parents. We decided privately about the words of the matchmaker, but it was wrong."

Song Huiyue asked him back: "Then are you in love with Luo Hui Niang, right or wrong?"

"You!" Huang Wenqiu's face turned red, "Don't talk nonsense! I just don't want to mess with you anymore, don't involve others!"

Song Huiyue smiled. She looked like a kind and kind child, but her words were extremely sharp.

"Don't forget when you're poor after a few days of eating, you're too late to save your tests. You almost drifted away from the book and sword, wandering around. Ask me to help me get a tea guide and buy a hundred kilograms of high-quality tea. Now you have to use a scale to collect your gold and silver, so you want to cut the bridge across the river?"

Huang Wenqiu's face suddenly looked ugly.

After being rich for a long time, the past difficulties are raised again, and it is as embarrassing as if someone is stripped of his clothes on the street.

He was furious and rushed from the bottom of his feet to his forehead. He threw the banknotes in his hand towards Song Huiyue.

"Fuck! You just gave me a tea entries, and I managed the wealth and honor behind it myself! I want to sell it to you for this tea entries! With your strange personality, whoever marrys you is an insult to the family! You..."

A crisp "pop" sound interrupted his words.

Yin Xiao slapped half of his face red and swollen.

Huang Wenqiu covered her face and stared at Yin Xiao with gritted teeth, intending to fight back.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, Yin Xiao grabbed his wrist and could not break free from the shackles no matter how hard he struggled.

He glared at him, but saw Yin Xiao and the stone statue he saw, with long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, all of which were carved. Even his breathing was mixed with the stone statue, which was ruthless and scary.

Huang Wenqiu became weak in an instant, and dared not speak out.

This is a ruined temple, and Yinxiao is the son of a tiger and wolf. If Song Huiyue loves it but fails to get it and wants to kill people, wouldn’t he lose it?

Why do jade and rubble have to be touched?

He took off his anger like he endured humiliation and said to Song Huiyue: "Cousin, I don't love you. It's a waste of your life when you marry me. I never go to your house to propose marriage, and no one will preside over justice for you. Why don't you take the money and get along with me?"

"I live my life myself. Whether I waste my time or not, what does it have to do with whom I marry?" Song Huiyue bent down and swept away the silver notes on the futon and knelt down.

She folded her hands together, her clean and beautiful face stopped under the gaze of the Buddha statue, and her mind was calm. Only her dark pupils emitted a subtle light in the dim light.

Yin Xiao let go of Huang Wenqiu's hand, kicked him in the bend of the leg, kicked him forward, and knelt down.

He wanted to stand up, but Yin Xiao stepped on his shoulder.

I don’t know how much strength this kick was, and Huang Wenqiu’s knee could not move even a single minute.

He couldn't bear the pain of his knees almost shattering, and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "Lose, loosen."

Yin Xiao's face was expressionless and there was no looseness.

"The Buddha blessed my family with peace and beauty. When my mother saw that I got married, she would be healthy and all diseases would be eliminated."

After worshiping the Buddha, she stood up, thought for a while and then squatted down in front of Huang Wenqiu.

"Today is the eighth day of the 12th day. I can't see your family coming to propose marriage, so you can come back wherever you come."

"Why do you have to bite me!"

"You're right."

"Suitable? I'm an individual, not an object!"

"You exchanged yourself for me as an object."

"I thought you were a joke..."

Huang Wenqiu was halfway through his words, looking at Song Huiyue's clear eyes, he couldn't say anything else.

Those eyes seemed to be able to see through all the little thoughts that were hidden.

If you ask for tea, you should taste tea. Since these are not children's words, then marriage agreements cannot be considered as such.

Huang Wenqiu fled in the rain.

Yinxiao picked up the silver notes and put them in his sleeve.

"He-mother's," Song Huiyue put away her swear words in front of the Buddha, "and she only took one hundred taels of silver to send me away."

The rain stopped, and Song Huiyue rode her horse to the city. It was still early when she got home, and it was just the time to prepare supper.

The horse passed the continuous blue brick house, went to Hengyu Street where the home was, and bypassed the closed front door and stopped at the corner door.

The ground brocade grows along the corner of the wall, rushing straight up the eaves, rooting in the gaps of bricks and tiles like spider webs, and the green leaves take all the white walls into their pockets.

Yinxiao climbed over the wall, opened the corner door from the back garden, and put Song Huiyue in.

Song Huiyue took off the empty fish basket, took off her green bamboo hat, and strode to the backyard.

Yin Xiao stopped in front of Yuemen, watching Song Huiyue's figure disappear into the blooming wood lotus before turning around with his stuff and returning the two rented horses.

The backyard is very quiet.

The heavy sky light enveloped the courtyard, the bamboos were green, and the banana leaves were like giant fans, covering the sky and the sun, and the rain drizzled on the bluestone slabs, making the home look more and more peaceful.

There was a wood fragrance outside the veranda, clustered like clouds.

The aura of plants and trees grew wildly, and the breath of living people was suppressed, almost inaudible.

Song Huiyue tiptoed through the courtyard and entered the west wing.

There were pens and ink spread on the desk in the room, and two large characters were written, neatly and properly. The younger brother Song Qinghui, who was two years younger than her, was giving her words a circle of red.

When he saw Song Huiyue, he quickly put down his pen and jumped off the stool.

He is fatter than Song Huiyue, and his eyebrows, which were originally similar to Song Huiyue, also left shape and became honest and cute.

But although his eyes were bright, he was a little confused, just like a child.

"Sister, where have the fish gone?"

"Brother," Song Huiyue smiled and grimaced, "Everyone is drowned! Where is the mother?"

Song Qinghui reached out and pointed in: "Ah Mom."

When Song Huiyue looked inside, she saw her mother, Chen, sitting upright in the bedroom behind the partition, with her face as deep as water, holding the bamboo strips scattered at the end in her hand, and preparing to invite her to have a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots.

Without saying a word, she rushed out, hid behind the bright inside, and looked into the lattice hole: "Ah my mother--"

"Don't call me! You will be my mother in the future!" Chen was furious and stood up and rushed, "You still know how to come back! This family can't hold you anymore!"
Chapter completed!