The simple and straightforward words and sentences directly touch the artistic conception deep in a woman's heart. There is no fussy moaning of today's lyrics and music, but only the most authentic inner portrayal.
Perhaps only a woman of that age can understand the meaning of each of them. The pain that has been hidden deep in the heart is unreservedly presented in the sunshine by the song, and it is unclear what it feels like.
Xia Shang knew that this song was of great significance to Mrs. Sai. It might be the first time in her life that she was understood by others. Maybe there was too much suffering that she could not find anyone to talk to, but this time it pierced her heart.
Mrs. Sai was crying, venting her emotions unreservedly. Her tears had wet a large area in front of the quilt. She pinched Xia Shang's arm with her hands, which tore the flesh and oozed blood.
Xia Shang didn't move, feeling that he would be losing his humanity if he didn't indulge this beautiful woman at this moment. She might have never been so happy in her life.
As for Mrs. Sai, she was still in a dream at this moment. She only knew that the person who knew her best in the world was sitting beside her bed. This feeling was indescribable and she wanted to never wake up for the rest of her life.
The two maintained a tacit understanding. Although the singing stopped, they never made any unnecessary movements.
In the relative silence, a pair of misty eyes were looking through the window. Tears occasionally rolled down, but there was a faint smile on that pretty face.
It was none other than Jiang Nan who happened to come here.
I was going to tell my mother about today's experience, but I didn't expect to hear my husband's singing coming from my mother's room as soon as I arrived at the door.
Although it was not the first time he heard his singing, Jiang Nan couldn't help but be attracted by the singing from the first line. He always felt that his singing today was different from the last time, with an extra flavor, a different kind of manliness.
The taste of concern in your mouth.
Jiang Nan couldn't describe what this smell was. He just felt that today's singing was particularly moving, so he couldn't help but lie down at the window following the sound.
However, the moment Jiang Nan opened the window, he was fascinated by the scene in the room.
A man stood by his mother's pillow, watching silently, listening to her cry, waiting for her to fall asleep...
For a moment, Jiang Nan couldn't help but burst into tears.
How can a daughter not know her mother’s suffering? This is why Jiang Nan has always respected her mother so much, and it’s also what makes her sensible. Sometimes I even think about it, if I hadn’t dragged my mother down, her mother would definitely be better off than she is now.
happiness.
What do you think of Jiangnan?
It means that one day my mother can really smile happily, and that there is someone good enough to accompany her and make her happy.
Many nights, there would always be a scene in Jiang Nan's dreams. Her mother was lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully. There was a young and handsome man smiling and holding her mother's hand, silently watching her wake up.
At this moment, the scene in the house is so similar to that in the dream.
Is everything predestined?
"How great would it be if my husband could take care of my mother?"
While muttering, a voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Jiangnan! Why are you here?"
At some point, Xia Shang had left the house and went outside, and happened to find Nizi peeking.
Jiang Nan was startled, stood up hurriedly, looked around, and hesitated: "I...I was passing by."
Xia Shang frowned: "Don't think too much, your mother drank too much today. I saw her sleeping on the table, so I sent her to sleep on the bed."
"Oh." Jiang Nan nodded, clasped his little hands behind his back, and glanced into the room again, "How is mother now?"
"Already asleep. But don't tell her I've been here when she wakes up."
"Why?"
"There are differences between men and women. What I did was already deviant. If your mother found out, I'm afraid she would blame me for taking advantage of others. It would also be bad for your mother's reputation if word spread."
"kindness."
"Let's go, don't disturb your mother's rest."
Xia Shang took Jiang Nan away from the vicinity of Mrs. Sai's room and walked slowly along the path.
"You didn't go somewhere for fun, and you said you might not be back today. Why did you come back so early?"
When Jiang Nan mentioned his own affairs, he remembered it, and his pretty face immediately became stern: "Huh! I got angry when I said that, I..."
As he said that, Jiang Nan suddenly stopped again.
Xia Shang was curious: "Why didn't you say anything?"
Jiang Nan rolled her eyes. She understood her husband's temperament. If she explained what happened today clearly, he would probably let them talk nonsense and ignore them. If they didn't go to the appointment, how could they prove his ability?
"Well... Sir, the students found out a piece of news today. It said that there will be a unique poetry meeting in Liuzhuang in two days. No one told the students. Do you think it is irritating? Fortunately, we knew it early, so we can prepare now.
It’s not too late. If you don’t mind, sir, please go with Jiang Nan.”
"Liu Village? Mrs. Liu who sells tea?"
"Exactly. But the person presiding over it is not Mrs. Liu, but Princess Jiaqian."
"Princess Jiaqian?"
"Princess Jiaqian is the eldest prince's favorite daughter, and the eldest prince likes Liuzhuang's tea the most. This time Princess Jiaqian came to Yangzhou and stayed at Liuzhuang. The princess has been good at poetry and poetry since she was a child, and she also
I heard that Yangzhou is a world-famous place for scholars, so I will call on talented men and women from all over Yangzhou and powerful Confucianists to go to Liuzhuang to participate in the poetry meeting."
Xia Shang nodded: "I see, but it's better not to participate in this poetry meeting. It's really no fun to compete with those rotten Confucian scholars."
"But sir, don't you want to see Princess Jiaqian? She is a famous beauty in the capital, and she is much prettier than Jiangnan!"
"What?! More beautiful than you?"
As soon as he heard the word "beauty", Xia Shang's true nature was revealed. With his bright eyes and raised corners of his mouth, he looked like a wolf in sheep's clothing.
My husband is good in all aspects, but he can't change his lustful temper. Jiang Nan knows very well that asking him to go to a poetry meeting and saying anything will not work. As long as he says there are beautiful women, he will definitely go and see her.
"Of course, Princess Jiaqian is the apple of the eyes of the eldest prince and even the current Holy Emperor. When you come to Yangzhou this time, you will have more than 300 people escorted by your masters. I'm afraid that something will happen to the princess on the way.
What's more, not only the princess will be present in this poetry gathering, but there will be three of the "Seven Shows of the South of the Yangtze River", including Sister Zhixiang from last time, and all the famous ladies in Yangzhou will go. I don't know what will happen then.
It’s such a beautiful scene every second, it’s a pity that Mr. didn’t go there! Oh! It’s such a pity!”
"Who...who said I won't go?"
"Huh? Sir, didn't you just say that you were jealous of a bunch of rotten people..."
"I changed my mind. You girl, you don't study hard on weekdays. It's just the occasion of this poetry meeting for you to learn from others."
"Oh, it's getting more and more like this. Hehe..."
Jiangnan ghost smiled charmingly, feeling happy in his heart. He hugged his husband's arm, put his pretty face on his shoulder and rubbed it. His painting style changed in an instant, and he waved Xia Shang's hand coquettishly:
"Sir, please take more care of Jiang Nan and my mother in the future." (To be continued)