Song Qinghuan didn't quite understand the meaning of this poem, but looking at Song Qingyan's embarrassed face, he guessed that it was about the love between men and women.
Immediately he asked: "How to write it."
Song Qingyan stomped her feet angrily: "Sister, it's true that you just wrote letters to the Third Young Master of Wei to convey your feelings, and you want me to write them for you?"
Song Qing said with a smile: "I don't know how to write it. You just write it with me and I will rewrite it again."
Although Song Qingyan was a few years younger than Song Qinghuan, he was still at the age when he first started to fall in love. The meaning of this poem was different from other poems, and Song Qinghuan still refused to do so no matter how coaxed he was.
I still found a book in the snow, found this sentence, and asked Song Qing Huanyu to write it, put it in a mailbox, and send it to Wei Yutang.
Wei Yutang also didn't expect that Song Qinghuan could send him a letter. He held the letter tube for a while and didn't dare to open it, for fear that there would be something inside that he didn't want to see.
The thin letter was placed in front of the desk for most of the day, and he was restless for most of the day.
The wind blew in through the half-open window and blew the letter to the ground. Then he picked it up in distress and struggled for a long time before gritting his teeth and taking it apart.
I saw that I didn't get anyone else, just a poem, and I was surprised and happy at the same time.
After sweeping away the gloomy look of the past two days, my whole person was filled with indescribable joy.
I held a piece of paper in my hand and read it again and again, as if I was dreaming.
But he couldn't hide the smile at the corners of his eyes and brows, and he wished he could set up two tables and have two drinks.
All the negative emotions caused by Xiao Ci were wiped away, and he walked briskly.
Wei Yutang packed up the letter and carefully put it into the book he usually read. While instructing the boy, he displayed the four treasures of the study and wanted to reply to Song Qinghuan's letter.
The tip of the pen was stained with ink, and he was about to start writing but put it down again. He glanced sideways at the book, grinned again, and simply put away the Four Treasures of the Study again.
"Baizhu, Baizhu, quickly, quickly get my painting."
He could also frame the painting, but it was too tedious. But now that he was in a good mood, he just wanted to frame the painting by himself.
The words in my hand were not originally written that day, but copied that day and night. Although they did not have Xiao Ci's handwriting, they were much more pleasing to the eye.
Wei Yutang spread out the painting and took a closer look at the beauty above, with smiles on his face.
Said to himself: "It is indeed my villain's heart."
After preparing all the materials needed for mounting the painting, Wei Yutang didn't go out for two days, so he devoted himself to mounting the painting.
It was already three days after the painting was framed, put in a box and sent to the Song family.
The little maids stood guard outside the pavilion, all of them smiling with their lips pursed.
Song Qinghuan was sitting opposite Wei Yutang wearing a cloak and holding a hand stove, complaining in her heart that Xiao Yun was too careful and had to blow the cold wind in the pavilion in this winter.
Wei Yutang's face was full of joy, and his whole person was full of joy. Seeing Song Qinghuan dressed thickly, he first asked how she was doing.
Wei Yutang was thinking about how to speak, but was silent for a while.
Neither of them spoke, and Song Qinghuan became more and more uncomfortable as he sat. He rummaged for a long time before adding, "The sugar candies are also very sweet."
When he mentioned Wosi Tang, Wei Yutang's expression relaxed and he grinned: "As long as you like it."
He pursed his lips and then handed the painting box to Song Qinghuan: "This is for you."
"I'm going back to Lizhou in two days. I will definitely not be there when it's your birthday. I thought I could show you around in the past few days in Beijing, but I didn't expect that you would catch the cold on the first day."
After Wei Yutang received Song Qinghuan's letter, he had no grudges in his heart and smiled innocently, just like a big child.
Song Qinghuan knew that he had intentions this time, so he felt even more embarrassed. He smiled and stopped talking about this.
He only opened the box, opened the scroll, took a closer look, and said with a smile: "Brother Wei is good at painting. He will help me paint a few more paintings someday. If I don't have any money to use, I can pawn it."
You can also get a lot of money back."
"Ah?" Wei Yutang was stunned for a moment, then laughed again: "If you like it, I'll paint a few more paintings with you. As for the money, we won't be able to do it one day."
After saying this, his expression tightened again, and he became a little restless. He hesitated for a while and then said: "I, when I return to Lizhou this time, I want my mother to come and settle the marriage as soon as possible."
Fearing that Song Qinghuan would misunderstand, he hurriedly said: "I, I am not young anymore. I have found a way to get engaged this time, so that in addition to being filial, I can get married as soon as possible."
Before he finished speaking, his neck and cheeks were already red.
I felt uneasy, hoping that Song Qinghuan would agree, but I was also afraid that she would refuse. After all, the Wei family was still in the filial piety period, and if someone brought it up, Song Qinghuan's reputation would be ruined.
Song Qinghuan listened to Wei Yutang's words. Although he didn't mean that in his explanation, he could still hear something else behind his words.
She rolled up the scroll unhurriedly, and without hesitation, she said, "Okay, I'm not young anymore. If I keep delaying, my younger brother and sister's marriages won't be settled."
No waves, not even the slightest ups and downs of emotions. It's always sooner or later, it doesn't matter if it's earlier or later.
Wei Yutang didn't expect that Song Qinghuan deserved to be so relaxed. At that moment, the stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he held Song Qinghuan's hands excitedly.
"I..." He was so excited that he couldn't speak, and his mouth felt extremely dry. He just stared at Song Qinghuan and giggled.
Song Qinghuan also laughed, and then took out his hand, took out a handkerchief and handed it to him: "This pavilion is drafty and very cold. It's better for you because your forehead is sweating."
Wei Yutang stretched out his hand to explore his forehead, and saw that this was really the case. He took the handkerchief from Song Qinghuan's hand and smiled so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.
"I, I, I am nervous and happy at the same time, I, I, I..."
I said "I" several times in a row, but in the end "I" didn't come out, so I couldn't help laughing again.
Seeing his appearance, Song Qinghuan felt that she should be happy too, but she couldn't help but laugh with him.
Wei Yutang said everything he needed to say. After sitting for a while, he couldn't sit still anymore and said to Song Qinghuan: "Then, I'll go back right now. I, I'll go back to Lizhou today."
He was really in a hurry, and felt that waiting a moment longer would be a waste of time.
Song Qinghuan laughed: "We won't be able to leave until tomorrow at the earliest. Last time, my aunt said that there are some delicious pickles in Kyoto. My mother also prepared a lot of them for you to take back to Lizhou."
Wei Yutang sat down again and said, "Okay, okay, then we'll set off tomorrow."
After seeing off Wei Yutang, who was talking nonsense in excitement, Song Qinghuan felt his face freeze with laughter.
Song Qingyan was hiding behind and watching such a big show. When someone walked in, she immediately jumped out and looked at Song Qinghuan with a smile: "Sister, I see you scared the third young master Wei to the point where you can't even speak."
Xunmei also laughed at the side: "Second Miss, you won't be able to call Third Young Master Wei in a few days..."
"Too..."
A group of little maids started laughing, as if Song Qinghuan was about to get married.
Song Qingyan unfolded the scroll scroll sent by Wei Yutang and looked at it for a while, then he praised the skill of mounting the painting, and then he was surprised.
