Chapter 147: That strand of long hair that was cut off
While Huang Yueying was busy with the things in her hands, she muttered in a low voice——
"Going out of its east gate, there was a woman like a cloud.
"Although it is like a cloud, I want to survive.
"Wearing silk clothes and scarves, we are chatting and enjoying ourselves.
"Out of the gate, there is a girl like Tu.
"Although it's in full swing, I can't think about it.
"Only clothes are like weeds, so we can talk and have fun."
Any child, when he is ignorant, always thinks that he is the most beautiful person in the world. But when he begins to come into contact with other people besides his parents and other relatives, and begins to slowly understand some things and standards,
Only then will he suddenly discover that the title he thought was the most beautiful is just a colorful bubble that bursts with a "pop" in the sun.
Huang Yueying also thought she was beautiful when she was a child, but when she grew up, she realized that she was not actually beautiful, at least she was different from other people. Her skin was dark and her hair was reddish-brown. Such a discovery is very difficult for any woman.
For children, it is a blow.
From that time on, Huang Yueying basically had no contact with the families of other gentry's daughters. She could tell the various emotions hidden in those people's eyes, the kind of contempt, ridicule or sympathy that was not easily revealed.
Pity, etc., this made her feel very uncomfortable...
Therefore, Huang Yueying would rather stay alone in the Huang Family Yin Yin, looking through the books in her home, and making some various utensils that may be useful or just a joke. In her eyes, at least these pieces of wood and iron
Nothing like that would treat her differently because of her appearance;
Therefore, Huang Yueying doesn't have many friends. The only one she talks to is Pang Tong and Pang Shiyuan, who has been showing off since she was a child. Of course, another reason is that Pang Tong and Pang Shiyuan are actually darker than herself. Every time she sees Pang Tong and Pang Shiyuan,
I just feel like I'm pretty good...
Therefore, Huang Yueying likes this Zheng Feng poem very much. Sometimes she wonders if one day there will be a person like what the poem says, "Although it is like a cloud, it is the enemy of my thoughts." Even if it is a beautiful woman like a cloud, in her eyes
There is only a woman like myself, who is "clothed and dressed like a weed".
This is a dream of hers...
Fortunately, Huang Yueying really met such a person——
It was he who came to her side when he was in danger at the gate of Xiangyang City and sent her for treatment;
It was he who guided the craftsmen of the Huang family in the Huang Family Yin Yuan, and together they made a water saw that could save a lot of labor;
It was him, under the Lu Mountain, under the light of a pair of dragons, phoenixes and red candles, holding his hand and seriously saying that he was not ugly...
At that moment, Huang Yueying really felt very happy. She finally knew that the warm feeling was not only the winter sunshine, but also the man's kind smile towards her.
Therefore, even if her father Huang Chengyan didn't tell her to think more about how to help him, Huang Yueying still hopes that she can do her part, for the warmth of her hands, for that gentle smile...
When Huang Yueying discovered that he didn't seem to be very satisfied with the armor, she stayed in the Huang Family Yin Yin, rummaged through many books at home, and then went to find a craftsman and asked him to knock out the armor pieces one by one.
I took the cowhide, cut it into thin leather ropes, and weaved them piece by piece...
Huang Yueying also made the lining with sheepskin and fine linen and sewed the edges so that if he wore it, he would not feel uncomfortable due to direct contact with the cold nails.
He originally thought he could do it slowly, but what he didn't expect was that he would need it so soon. It is not absolutely safe to go on a mission. No one knows what he will encounter on the way. So yesterday, Huang Yueying
I didn't sleep all night, but worked hard with Xiao Mo Dou.
Huang Yueying sewed the last stitch and bit the thread with her teeth.
The armor is finally finished!
Huang Yueying's big eyes squinted, and then she lifted the armor with all her strength to see the overall shape, and then carefully looked up and down to check if there were any oversights...
The sound of nail plates hitting each other woke up the little Mo Dou who was sleeping on his stomach next to him.
Little Mo Dou opened his hazy sleepy eyes and saw that the armor that he had stayed up all night seemed to be finished. He immediately reached out and rubbed his eyes to confirm. Then he immediately clapped his hands happily, spinning around in circles and jumping up...
Huang Yueying looked amused, put down her armor, reached out and hit Little Mo Dou on the head, and said: "Why are you jumping around... I don't know who shouted for help, but I fell asleep in the middle of the night..."
"Ah, it hurts... little girl~" Xiao Mo Dou held his head in his hands and said aggrievedly, "... I'm sorry, I always said I couldn't sleep, I couldn't sleep... but my eyelids still didn't listen to me..."
"Okay, come and help me see if there's anything else I've neglected... Ah, here you go, wipe off your saliva first!" Huang Yueying took a piece of cloth and pointed at the small ink fountain that remained in her mouth because she slept on her stomach.
Traces of saliva on the sides.
Xiao Mo Dou blushed and squirmed in embarrassment. He took the cloth handed over by Huang Yueying, turned his back, and quickly wiped the remaining saliva on his mouth again and again, then turned around and inspected the armor with Huang Yueying.
Come.
The two men checked the armor carefully, inside and out, and found no problems. They put the armor down and breathed a sigh of relief.
Huang Yueying picked up the bag that had already been made on the side, looked at it, then raised her head again, and was lost in thought for a while, then put down the bag, picked up the scissors on the side, picked up her long hair, and cut it with a click.
go……
"Ah ah ah -" Xiao Mo Dou screamed and quickly came up to hold Huang Yueying's hand. What is the little girl going to do? She actually cuts her own hair!
Fei Qian, who was sleeping in the back room, was frightened awake by the high-decibel scream of the little Mo Dou. He threw on a coat and ran over, asking repeatedly: "What's wrong? What happened?"
With tears in his eyes, Xiao Mo Dou looked at Fei Qian and said: "Uuuu, I didn't sleep all night... Uuuu, I'm hysterical, I'm so confused... I actually cut my own hair..."
Huang Yueying was originally a little embarrassed when she was caught by Fei Qian, but when she heard Xiao Mo Dou's random guess, she felt angry and funny. She freed up her hand and tapped Xiao Mo Dou on the head again, "You are hysterical!"
I am...this is..." Halfway through, his voice became softer and softer, and finally he stopped talking.
Fei Qian breathed a sigh of relief, okay, okay. He just heard Xiao Mo Dou scream so miserably, he thought someone was injured, but Fei Qian was also a little confused, "Yueying, why did you want to cut your own hair?"
Huang Yueying hesitated and whispered intermittently: "...it is said that, um, if you sew your hair... um, sew it to the inside of your pocket... you can... bless Mr. Lang for his safe return..."
"..." Fei Qian shook his head and sighed, "You silly girl..."
Huang Yueying was a little confused about what Fei Qian meant, thinking that Fei Qian was accusing her, so she couldn't help but froze for a moment, her big eyes became misty, and she bit her lower lip and looked at Fei Qian.
"If you want to sew your hair, just pull out two strands. Why are you using scissors? Besides, even if you have to cut, you should cut less. Look, so much has been cut off..." Fei Qian came to Huang Yueying's side and touched it.
He touched Huang Yueying's head, looked at the short hair, and said with some regret.
Only then did Huang Yueying realize that Fei Qian was feeling sorry for her. She smiled and said, "My hair will grow again. I'm worried... Worrying less is not enough... Ah, Mr. Lang, you haven't put on your clothes yet..." As he spoke,
While talking, I felt a little embarrassed, so I changed the topic and pushed Fei Qian to get dressed quickly.
"Who said I didn't have any clothes on? I just didn't have any clothes on... Okay, don't push me, I'll put it on, I'll put it on..."
