The two of them frowned and smiled, and although they didn't speak much, they had a tacit understanding.
The two drank together while the flowers bloomed, one cup after another. The two drank together as the sun set, one cup after another.
Just as they were watching the sunset, Datong came back from his private school. The first place he thought of was not his mother's yard, but the Haitang Dyeing Workshop, because Haitang would be here most of the time.
Before Datong could get closer, he could already see his wife talking and laughing with another man, drinking tea and chatting. It was so unpleasant...
That feeling stopped Datong, and there was a huge gap in his heart...
A sense of loss filled every nerve in Datong's mind. Did he spend too little time with his wife, making her lonely? The person who drank and chatted and laughed with her should have been his husband, but now it was someone else...
What is the relationship between him and his wife? Judging from their appearance and distance, there is no awkwardness or strangeness at all, so they must be very familiar.
Along with the loss, there was also a hint of jealousy that hit my heart.
My wife never talked to other men before. Even if they were close neighbors like Er Tong and Lamei Ge, Haitang tried her best to avoid them. Now, who is this strange young master?
His clothes don't look like men from nearby villages, but he has an air of elegance...
Why did that person come to Haitang Dyeing House at this time, how long he had been here, how long they chatted, what they said, why they were so close, so peaceful, and so calm...
What happened during the days when she left home to take the exam? Who did Haitang meet, and which men did she meet? Is this related to her changes?
Is it because her mother is constantly looking for a concubine for her, and Haitang is angry and retaliates in this way? Otherwise, why would she be in her own courtyard? Is it because she wants her mother to see her?
Datong's stagnant pace has not moved forward even one step.
He was looking there, thinking...
Many kinds of delicate thoughts may have rolled through Datong, and many story versions were rippling in Datong's heart. He never thought that he would encounter such a scene, and he never thought that there would be such a familiar relationship between the young master and the lady...
Just as Datong was hesitating whether to step forward, Lamei and Tian Niu finished talking and went to the dyeing workshop.
"Yeah, I guess the southeast wind blew Mr. Zhang here." Lamei sat down next to Haitang and started joking with Mr. Zhang.
"Ha, good wind depends on force." The young master said with a smile, "Miss Wintersweet is really amazing. You can tell at a glance that I was blown by the southeast wind."
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Datong couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it seemed that Lamei was also very familiar with this young master. What is their relationship...
There is nothing artificial about Lamei's appearance, no shyness or nervousness. These are completely opposite to the Lamei in Datong's impression. She is a girl who is shy when talking to strange men. Why...
Unless this young master is no stranger to him, does that mean that he comes here often...
The more Datong thinks about it, the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks about it, and the more he thinks about it, the less he understands...
My wife has never told herself...
He was confused, hesitant, hesitant, hesitant, and looked down at his shoes. Should he go forward or stay here? If he went forward and his wife saw him, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
If he didn't go, it wouldn't satisfy Datong's curiosity.