Ning Youan learned the Duan Qingxin Mantra from Shen Qingqing and went home.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the house, he was slapped in the head by Ning's father, who had been waiting for a long time. If Ning's mother hadn't been there to stop him, he would have been beaten directly. One of them was a good person, and the other was a bad person.
Everyone outside is forcing him to kick the cigarette out of the house.
Ning Youan was feeling miserable in her heart but couldn't express it, so she simply accompanied them in the affectionate drama of "I have to be with you".
He lifted up the hem of his clothes, knelt down on the ground, and was beaten and scolded but would not bow his head.
"If you dare, just kneel down and die!"
Ning's father and Ning's mother were so angry that they gnashed their teeth, but they had no choice but to say harsh words and walked away.
Perhaps God thought his acting was not realistic enough, so it started to rain again near noon. The big raindrops fell, making people unable to open their eyes.
Although the Xiangcheng area is located in the south, it is still a bit cold in February. The rain soaked my clothes, and when the wind blew, it was bone-chilling.
Ning Youan knelt in front of the courtyard in the heavy rain, looking at the gray sky, his heart heavy, as if he had also been wet by the rain.
Inexplicably, he remembered the past, the past that he had deliberately forgotten.
In fact, he has not always been so carefree.
When he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he liked a girl, he liked her very much, he liked her with all his heart.
Now that I think about it, that girl is not good-looking at all, with a round face, a silly and silly smile, and a bit lazy.
It's very similar to the big white cat my grandmother raised. She sleeps on the soft cushion in the corner all day long and eats after sleeping until her body is chubby.
But he just liked her and wanted to take her home, treat her to the fragrant roast chicken from Zuixianlou, treat her to sweet and glutinous mung bean cake from Wuxiangzhai, and hold her while drinking sweet-scented osmanthus on the window sill full of flowers.
liquor.
You can eat and drink it for a lifetime and never get tired of it.
But people don't want to.
The girl had already made an engagement, and the man who wanted to marry her was not good at all.
Not as good-looking as him, not as rich as him, and not as fond of her as him.
But she just wants to marry someone else.
The girl said: "Mr. Ning, we are not suitable. You have such a noble status. You should marry a rich lady in the boudoir. A girl like me who sells oil should marry the son of a cloth seller or a blacksmith."
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"He is very kind to me. Yesterday, he asked someone to bring me two meat-filled sesame cakes. They were delicious."
"You asked me if I like you?"
"I probably like it, but I still want to live a more down-to-earth life."
Later the girl got married.
In the season when flowers are blooming and willows are green, the courtyard is full of guests and it’s very lively.
Like a thief, he sat on the wall of the next door and peeped, watching the short, fat man leading his beloved girl into the sedan chair.
He hasn't seen her since.
He became a frequent visitor to Flower Street and Willow Alley, hugging him from left to right, playing with the flowers, and was so happy.
The Ning family has always had strict family rules, bullying the weak, taking concubines for no reason, and looking for flowers and willows... these are all things that are expressly prohibited. There are dozens of masters in the family, all of whom are clean and good-hearted, but Ning You'an, as the eldest grandson of the eldest family member, Huncheng
Got a swinger brother.
During that time, he was often beaten and made to kneel down.
Sometimes we encounter rainy days, just like today, when I kneel alone in the rain curtain, looking up at the rain falling drop by drop, my heart feels empty, as if something has eaten a piece of it.
That emptiness can only be filled when there is love.
Like a traveler walking in the desert, he finally drinks from the sweet spring.
Maybe it was because he looked so pitiful kneeling in the rain that his family compromised and asked him not to bring home the messy women outside, and they could turn a blind eye to the rest.
In fact, he didn't need to be reminded by his family, and he didn't plan to bring anyone home.
Because he will no longer have relationships with others, nor will he marry anyone as his wife.
His heart had long since died in that season of blooming flowers and green willows, in the lively and noisy sound of gongs and drums.
Once it starts raining, it won't stop.
His hair had long been soaked, weighing him down so much that he could hardly lift his head.
In the hazy light and shadow, a beautiful figure walked towards him.
It contains cigarettes.
She held an umbrella, wore a skirt embroidered with peonies, and looked as graceful as a fairy in the rain.
Ning Youan wanted to wipe the rain off his face and show her an affectionate smile, but his arms were too heavy and he didn't lift them up. He could only squeeze out three words: "You're here."
The voice was weak and full of tiredness.
The person under the umbrella did not respond.
Obviously following the procedure, she should now respond sweetly: "Ning Lang, you have suffered."
After a moment, she threw away her umbrella and knelt down beside Ning Youan.
The rain was really heavy, quickly getting her eyebrows and clothes wet.
Even though she is as miserable as a drowned rat, she is still beautiful.
Ning Youan turned his head, looked at the beauty in front of him, and asked her with a smile: "What are you doing here? Go back quickly, be careful of gonorrhea."
"No." Hanyan held his hand, "You are being punished for me, so of course I will accompany you."
Her eyes were still clear and bright, but without the intoxicating light, they were a little more pure and sincere, like a clear spring, soothing Ning Youan's restless heart due to the past.
Ning Youan took his hand out of hers and said in an unusually calm voice: "Hanyan, you said that if a woman clearly likes a man but is unwilling to marry him or be with him, why?"
This was a question that had always been hidden in his heart. He couldn't figure it out, and he had never told anyone about it, but today he suddenly opened his mouth to an acting partner.
Ning Youan thought, he was really into the drama.
Hanyan looked at his pain-filled eyes and was silent for a long time, and finally slowly said, "Maybe it's because I don't like him enough."
"Maybe I don't like it enough..."
Ning Youan muttered this sentence and smiled very reluctantly.
Yes, she likes herself, but that love is not enough to support her to overcome the family gap, let alone break with "the words of her parents and the agreement between the matchmaker".
Such a simple truth, but he hadn't figured it out after thinking about it for so many years.
"Ning Lang, you are very different from what others said." Han Yan raised her hand to wipe away the rain or tears from the corner of his eyes, her voice was ethereal, just like her name, "You are very affectionate and not carefree at all.
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Ning Youan kissed her lips. Between the entanglement of his lips and teeth, rainwater entered his mouth, with a strong earthy smell that was nauseating.
While breathing, he asked Hanyan: "Then do you like me?" The smile on the corner of his lips was faint, and he returned to his cynical look.
Smoking silently, she touched his eyes with green-white fingers, carefully traced the slightly upturned ends of his eyes, and said softly: "Has anyone ever said that your eyes are very beautiful, like peach blossoms... and like foxes?
Very attractive.”
Ning Youan smiled and kissed her fingertips, calling her name lingeringly, "Hanyan, have you forgotten that you also have peach blossom eyes? We are all the same, a born vixen who specializes in seducing people's souls."
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"Really?" Hanyan was startled, then withdrew his hand, traced his eyes with the fingers that traced his eyes, and smiled happily, "Oh, it turns out we are all vixens." This chapter has been completed!