Yin Xiao always stayed at the corner door, and Song Huiyue was either reading in the back garden or editing strips on the corridor. If he wanted to see it, he could see it as long as he turned around.
Now even if his eyes are bleeding, he can't see Song Huiyue.
So he was full of strength and had nowhere to use it. With a "pop" sound, he broke the hand of the wooden dummy.
Song Huiyue, on the other hand, waited obediently in front of Mrs. Song, her face frozen with laughter.
All the ladies praised her for being beautiful and docile. Mrs. Chen was really lucky to have such an obedient daughter-in-law.
Song Huiyue thought to herself that no one has given you a bamboo mat made by me, otherwise you would have to praise me for my ingenuity.
Several people who had plans to get married to the Song family couldn't help but feel regretful.
Everyone says that Song Huiyue is fierce, but isn't that to protect her brothers?
Now she looks good, she smiles a lot and doesn't talk much. When she gets married, she won't be a troublemaker, and she can still protect her family.
Why didn't it happen then?
It's really strange when you think about it.
After the guests dispersed, the two aunts took Song Qinghui and sat in the courtyard, teaching Yuan Yuan and Song Huiyue how to be a prostitute.
In the dustpan on the table were various silk threads, embroidery tape, white silk, scissors, thimbles and other items. Song Qinghui held a small embroidery tape in his hand and was tying it up and down very seriously.
Aunt Wang gently taught Song Huiyue how to do needlework: "When I get married, I will embroider some small things like purses for my uncle. Be more precise. No matter where I go, my uncle will keep them with me to remember you, and then make them for my mother-in-law."
Two pairs of shoes and socks, my mother-in-law is also happy."
Aunt Lin sneered at her words: "You are the eldest lady, we are the two of us. We earn money by selling embroidery work, and we also do it for my uncle and my mother-in-law. We, the eldest lady, can embroider some bellybands for the child with our own hands."
Aunt Wang did not argue with her: "Things used by children should not be rough, and they should not even have a knot in them."
"Then you can be more relaxed and I'll teach you. You can also be called meticulous. These tasks will make my mother-in-law laugh to death."
"You, a person who has not picked up needlework for a year, still have the nerve to criticize me. As expected, those who sing little songs are thick-skinned."
"You are thin-skinned. You are always asking for money. How can you pretend to be noble?"
"Who says I'm pretending? I'm always noble."
"Qinggao, you sent me to someone's door to be my concubine!"
The two began to curse in a wild tone. Song Huiyue remained as calm as water in the center of the curse and instructed Song Qinghui: "This thread will get knotted like this, you have to come here."
Yin Xiao was lying on the wall, thinking that the eldest lady is smart. She doesn't know how to embroider, but she can also teach others.
Mrs. Song came out of the house and put an end to the chaos.
Aunt Liu brought rice cakes for everyone to eat. A few people had snacks, and Mrs. Song left Song Huiyue in the room to talk.
"This marriage of yours," Mrs. Song sighed, "looks like a wealthy family, and the family is simple. Others say it's good, but I always feel uncomfortable."
Song Huiyue smiled and comforted her: "You think I'm going to get married and feel uncomfortable. No matter how well I marry, you will still find my uncle unhappy."
Mrs. Song thought the same thing, held her in her arms, touched her head, and then touched her hands: "In the future, I should put on more clothes frequently. Don't just look at whether others are cold or hot, but also eat enough myself."
Dress warmly.”
"Auntie, I know everything."
"Just take care of yourself and live a good life. Don't worry about your family. Qinghui has everything under my control."
She thought that Song Huiyue chose Huang Wenqiu with the intention of continuing to take care of her mother's family, but both of them were the top of her heart. How could she drag Song Huiyue down for the rest of her life for the sake of her son.
As long as she lives, Qinghui will have a good day. When she dies, Qinghui will be taken with her.
Song Huiyue understood everything, but remained silent and nestled in her mother's arms.
"Aniang!" Song Qinghui ran in with his little embroidered fabric, bringing with him a string of laughter and laughter, "Look at what I embroidered for my sister!"
Silk threads of various colors were lined up on the embroidery fabric, neatly like soldiers in training, but I didn't know what they were embroidering.
Song Qinghui pointed: "This is a mandarin duck. Doesn't it look good when the mandarin duck is on the water?"
"It looks good," Song Huiyue nodded, "This mandarin duck is really sloppy."
Mrs. Song slapped Song Huiyue: "Speak nicely."
"This mandarin duck..." Song Huiyue said again, "It's very wild."
Mrs. Song slapped her hard on the back again and glared at her: "Why do girls talk so much!"
After speaking, he turned to Song Qinghui and said, "Auntie, put it away for you and sew a purse for my sister."
Song Qinghui was simple-minded and thought that Song Huiyue was praising his lifelike and wild mandarin duck embroidery. He laughed with great satisfaction, his big eyes turned into crescent moons, and he yawned carelessly.
Seeing that he was sleepy, Song Huiyue got up and went out and walked in the back garden.
Late autumn has arrived, the flowers and trees are withered, and the leaves are endless. She raised her head to look at the osmanthus tree.
The sweet-scented osmanthus has also withered.
The shadows of the trees were whirling, and Yinxiao looked secretly, feeling that Song Huiyue was standing like a tree, with the breath of earth and sky on her body.
When Song Huiyue left, he also walked under the tree and looked up at the sky in exactly the same posture.
He felt very comfortable with his feet on solid ground, food in his belly, and his eyes being able to go anywhere at will.
Two aunts were singing opera in the room, singing softly and babblingly.
He turned around and leaned against the tree trunk, folded his arms, and suddenly let go of his voice and sang: "I have a love for mountains, and I have no money to buy mountains. I have dreamed of a pillar in my life, and I am an immortal today. How can the nine locks ever hinder me? If the three rafters are destined,
.Three hundred paintings of Goose River evoke the old dragon's sleep."
The young man's unique hoarse and deep voice rose up and suppressed the singing voices of the two aunts.
Someone outside the wall couldn't help but clap their hands and cheer loudly.
Song Huiyue heard it in the house, opened the window, and also shouted "Hello".
Not to be outdone, Aunt Lin stood outside the door, cleared her throat, and sang loudly and loudly: "There are many stars in the sky and the moon is not bright, there are many fish and water in the pond, there are many troubles in the court, and there are many troubles in the elder sister Lang."
Heart......"
Song Qinghui was drowsily asleep, rubbing his eyes and sitting up: "Auntie, I can also sing."
"Okay." Mrs. Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She thought to herself that these two aunts are really messed up and have to talk about them tomorrow.
Song Huiyue fell asleep peacefully amid the singing.
Years passed by, and on September 19th, the day before the wedding, Yuanyuan took the two servants he invited to the Huang family to decorate the new house.
After Song Qi was imprisoned, he left his clan. Mrs. Song moved to Tanzhou and had no relatives. On this day, the family was not so lively.
The Xie family sent two big gifts, one for Xie Chuan and one for Xie Zhou. In fact, the Xie family was not divided, so there was no need to give separate gifts. One of them was naturally given by the King of Jin.
Mrs. Li and Mrs. Xie came together.
Mrs. Song also asked Mrs. Xie to invite the famous face-wrap woman in Tanzhou City, and also invited eight people from the bathroom alley, bringing fragrant beads and other things, specially to cleanse the face and give Song Huiyue a big bath.