Bai Qingyan looked at Mrs. Dong's happy face. She didn't want to make Mrs. Dong sad by saying she would never marry. She just said, "I just saw my second aunt's eyes were red. She must have cried before she came here. My second aunt loves me.
It's because I am a niece, but I don't think my second aunt would like a daughter-in-law who has a difficult life. My grandmother and uncle are doing it for my own good, but they can't force me to drink water. After all, the back house still has to make a living at the hands of my mother-in-law, A Niang.
Do you think this is true?"
Dong didn't speak and thought carefully.
"Aniang, my grandmother and uncle have treated you and me so well. How can you bear to disturb my marriage and cause discord between my grandmother and my daughter-in-law in her later years? Marriage is not the only way in life. This is what I said to comfort me before.
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Mrs. Dong's words were words of comfort when her daughter was injured. She was unwilling to let go of this marriage, and pursed her lips: "Why don't we talk about it after seeing Brother Yuan? In case... Brother Yuan is willing.
Woolen cloth?"
Bai Qingyan did not refute Dong.
Her mother said that her grandmother had started beating her up about her marriage to Dong Changyuan when she was injured, but she had never heard of it in her previous life.
Bai Qingyan closed her eyes and thought for a while, and soon thought of the joints.
In my previous life, when my grandmother, second uncle, and second aunt came to Dadu to celebrate the New Year, they did bring their second son Dong Changyuan from Dengzhou. But at that time, not long after Bai Jinxiu died unexpectedly on their wedding day, my grandmother must have been too embarrassed to mention her own marriage, and later
On New Year's Eve, the news came back that all the men of the Bai family had been killed in southern Xinjiang...
She knew that her grandmother loved her, so she didn't want to cause any rift between her grandmother and her second aunt, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law because of her.
Before the carriage arrived, the gray-haired Mrs. Dong, accompanied by her eldest daughter-in-law Song, her four grandsons and two granddaughters, stood in front of the Dong Mansion to greet her daughter and granddaughter.
Mrs. Dong was wearing a maroon squirrel fur coat embroidered with gold, and had Buddhist beads wrapped around her hands. She kept looking towards the right side of the long street.
Dong Changyuan stood beside Mrs. Dong with his hands behind his back. He was wearing an azure-colored trousers and a black jade pendant hanging around his waist. He was a very handsome young man in his prime, but his clear face showed no emotion.
"Coming, coming!" a servant girl shouted, "I see the second master's carriage!"
Mrs. Dong picked up the hem of her coat and skirt with her hands wrapped around her rosary beads, and took a few steps forward with the support of her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Song.
"Mom, don't worry, Sister Wanjun and Abao can't fly anymore!" Mrs. Song, Mrs. Dong, joked with Mrs. Dong.
Mrs. Dong's second daughter Dong Yaozhen also smiled and supported Mrs. Dong: "Grandma, don't worry. If you bump into your aunt and cousin, you should be worried!"
Soon, the carriage stopped in front of the Dong Mansion. Ms. Dong got off the carriage first. When she saw her gray-haired mother, tears welled up in her eyes: "Mother!"
"Wanjun!" Mrs. Dong's eyes became wet and she couldn't care about anything else and walked quickly down the steps.
Chun Yan, who had been following Chuntao on both sides of the carriage, helped Bai Qingyan get out of the carriage. She bowed and said, "Grandma, aunt!"
"My Wanjun, my Abao!" Mrs. Dong hugged her daughter with one hand and her granddaughter with the other. Her tears couldn't stop falling, making Bai Qingyan's eyes turn red.
Several cousins came forward to greet him, but only Dong Changyuan stood on the high step, clutching the jade pendant around his waist and lowering his eyes, refusing to look at anyone.
Seeing Dong Qingyue standing next to the carriage with a solemn expression and staring at Dong Changyuan who was motionless, Ms. Cui quickly called Dong Changyuan, and then Dong Changyuan reluctantly walked down the stairs and bowed to the end: "See you, Chang Yuan.
Aunt and cousin."
He didn't even glance in Bai Qingyan's direction.
"Brother Yuan has grown so big! He is really a handsome young man!" Mrs. Dong praised while wiping her tears with a handkerchief.
My eldest aunt Song said hurriedly: "There is no reason to stand outside the house and talk. A Bao is not in good health and is afraid of the cold! Mother... you should take sister Wanjun and A Bao into the house to talk!"
"That's right! [Doudou Novel ] ] Let's go into the house and talk!" Mrs. Dong took her daughter and granddaughter's hands and walked into the house, refusing to let go. She couldn't tolerate anyone except her daughter and granddaughter.
As soon as they entered the house, Mrs. Dong held Bai Qingyan in her arms, and her tears did not stop as soon as she expressed her heartfelt love. The clothes Bai Qingyan changed before going out were all wet with Mrs. Dong's tears.
Dong Changyuan sat on the tea table at the back and drank tea by himself. He didn't look at anyone, neither salty nor bland. His resistance was even noticed by Mrs. Dong, let alone Mr. Dong and Bai Qing.
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It is true that she is worried about her daughter's life-long affairs, but she is not willing to marry her daughter to a husband who does not care about her. Then she looked at Cui, who looked wilted and had obviously cried in the carriage, and then looked at Mrs. Cui, whose eyes were red.
As for her daughter, Mrs. Dong didn't want to force anyone to make things difficult for her, so she decided to talk to her mother about the marriage later.
"Brother Yuan, I haven't seen him for some years, and he has grown into an adult all of a sudden." Mrs. Dong put down her tea cup and nodded Dong Changyuan's name with a smile, then turned around and motioned to Tingzhu to take out the meeting gift for Dong Changyuan.
Dong Changyuan then stood up and stepped forward, bowing to Mr. Dong.
Mrs. Dong held Bai Qingyan in her arms. Looking at her talented grandson, she felt that she was a perfect match for her granddaughter.
"Last year, your grandmother wrote a letter, saying that you came first in the provincial examination, so you should know the name of Duke Yuan! My aunt is also happy for you!" Mrs. Dong motioned to Tingzhu to come forward and give the gift to Dong Changyuan, "These two Shoushan stones, put them on the
My aunt's place is also a waste of time, but if I give it to Brother Yuan, I can carve two seals."
Dong Changyuan hurriedly bowed and declined. The Shoushan Stone was too valuable and he did not dare to accept it.
"You can't refuse a gift from an elder! Your aunt gave it to you, so just keep it alive. Don't let your aunt down in the future!" There was something in Mrs. Dong's words.
Dong Changyuan, who bowed his head and bowed, looked increasingly uglier and did not want to accept this generous gift.
Mrs. Dong's wife, Mrs. Song, also covered her lips with a handkerchief and smiled softly: "Look, this gift from sister is so expensive that it even scared Brother Yuan!"
Bai Qingyan, who was being hugged by Mrs. Dong, saw that her second aunt Cui's eyes were getting redder. She didn't want her second aunt and Dong Changyuan to fight another lawsuit and was worried about her marriage, so she said: "Mom, I also hope that she will grow up."
Cousin Yuan can take the lead again and bring glory to the Dong family, and my mother's face will also shine."
Hearing a clear and soft voice, Dong Changyuan lowered his head even though he was not disgusted.
Bai Qingyan stood beside Mrs. Dong and said with a smile: "Today I met my cousin Chang Yuan for the first time. I also prepared a meeting gift for my cousin."
Hearing this, Chuntao quickly and respectfully presented the top-quality Hui ink and top-quality She inkstones that Bai Qing had ordered her to prepare.
Dong Changyuan was shocked when he saw the ink and inkstone. He was a person who loved writing and writing, and he immediately fell in love with the ink and inkstone. But when he thought that this was a gift from the person his grandmother had forced him to marry, his joy was dashed.
A basin of cold water, feeling as if I had swallowed a fly, I lowered my head and said: "The gift from my cousin is too expensive, and I have no merit... I don't dare to accept it."