I saw a girl standing on the bridge in front. She was slender, with long hair draped over a vest. She held her long hair up with a jade button. Her sculpted neck had skin as white as snow.
Holding a pink oil-paper umbrella, she stood in the misty rain, misty and dusty.
When she turned around, I saw that she was still young, her eyes were like a pool of clear water, and she seemed to be looking for someone.
Even with such a beautiful human being as Chai Rong beside him, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"One eye will captivate the city, and another glance will captivate the country."
I saw this sentence from a collection of ancient poems, but I didn't find it very surprising at the time. It was only then that I realized that this sentence seemed to be born for this moment.
The woman in front of me is really more beautiful than the one in the painting.
If it were another place, I would never associate such a peerless beauty with Po Meng.
But at the moment, according to Pangpang's wishes, they will follow Po Meng's dream. The woman in front of them, if there is no accident, should be Po Meng.
It's just that the difference is a bit too big.
"It's indeed my mother-in-law. Look, there is an inconspicuous birthmark next to her ear."
Chai Rong and Po Meng had been together for so long that they found the key points at a glance.
Pointing with his hand, Ding Xiaoyi saw that there was a birthmark the size of a red bean next to the woman's ear.
There is no doubt that it is Po Meng in front of me.
Who would have thought that the old lady with a serious face could be so beautiful when she was young.
"Isn't this Po Meng's dream, deliberately imagining herself like this?"
Ding Xiaoyi still didn't quite believe that the beautiful woman in front of him was actually Po Meng.
"Brother Xiao Yi, my mother-in-law is actually quite nice, but sometimes she is a bit strict," Chai Rong said.
While the two were talking, a young man stumbled over from behind them.
The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he felt like there was wind under his feet.
"Aunt Meng..."
The young man shouted and ran into Po Meng's arms.
Po Meng's face was cold and she twisted her slender fingers in the boy's ear. The boy immediately grinned in pain.
"Yeah...it hurts...it hurts..."
"You still know it hurts. How many times have I told you not to run around? The war is in chaos. I have captured you and made you a young man. No one will bury you wherever you die."
The young man screamed in pain, tears were about to flow down his face. When he heard this, the young man showed a mean smile on his face: "Hey, then you feel sorry for me."
Po Meng said nothing with a cold face, but she still let go of the boy's ears.
The young man rubbed his ears, his sneaky eyes darting back and forth. He didn't know what the slick man was thinking, but he took out a silver hairpin from his arms.
"Last time I performed a ritual for the Ximen Dong family, the Dong family gave me three taels of silver. I saw that Aunt Meng's wooden hairpin was almost broken. It's your twentieth birthday tomorrow, so I used the silver to make a silver hairpin.
."
As he spoke, the young man presented the silver hairpin in his hand.
Seeing this, Po Meng still had a straight face: "Three taels of silver, you buy a silver hairpin, but you don't even think about how long you can eat if you exchange three taels of silver for rice."
Hearing Po Meng's scolding, the young man said disapprovingly: "It doesn't matter if you give your mother-in-law a silver hairpin. If you really feel sorry for her, when I marry you in the future, you can take care of the house."
Not sure whether she was angry with him or embarrassed, Po Meng's mouth twitched slightly, turned around and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm five years older than you."
After saying that, he turned around, ignored the young man and left.
"Hey, Aunt Meng~~"
The young man saw this and hurriedly followed him.
Upon seeing this, Chai Rong pulled Ding Xiaoyi and hurriedly chased after him.
"Slower!"
Ding Xiaoyi noticed something was wrong, pulled her over and motioned for her to slow down.
"Brother Xiao Yi, you don't know, that piece of silver just now..." Before he could finish his words, Ding Xiaoyi covered his mouth.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced around.
But I saw blurry pedestrians around me, and they all slowed down at some point. These blurry figures could not clearly see their facial features.
But at this time, he was sure that these people were staring at the two of them, and he could vaguely feel the slightest hostility.
"Relax...be natural. Have you forgotten what Pangpang told you?"
Pangpang said before that this is Po Meng’s consciousness. Once the two of them act too nervous, they will be excluded by Po Meng’s subconscious.
These vague figures may be the vague memories of Meng Po's subconscious mind.
Chai Rong also noticed the surrounding situation at this time, nodded, and slowly relaxed himself.
Ding Xiaoyi pulled her forward.
As he walked, he said: "Don't worry, this is Po Meng's consciousness. No matter where we go, we will never be too far away from Po Meng's consciousness."
Chai Rong nodded, noticed the blurry pedestrians around him, gradually started to move, and gradually disappeared from the sight of the two of them.
"Brother Xiao Yi, I saw that silver hairpin in my mother-in-law's jewelry box. It was placed on the bottom floor by my mother-in-law. Could it be that the person my mother-in-law is looking for is the young man just now?"
Chai Rong recalled that when she was helping her mother-in-law clean up her room, she accidentally saw the silver hairpin wrapped in red silk and carefully hidden.
Compared with my mother-in-law's other jewelry, this silver hairpin is simply not worth mentioning.
But to be collected so carefully by my mother-in-law, it is obviously an extremely precious thing.
"Uh... maybe."
Ding Xiaoyi was not sure, after all, the two seemed to be quite different in age.
While they were talking, there was a misty white mist in front of them, and a village appeared out of thin air in front of them.
"Yizhuang?"
Seeing the plaque hanging on the door, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help being startled, and turned to ask Chai Rong: "Isn't Po Meng's surname Meng? Why is it named Yizhuang?"
When Chai Rong heard this, she couldn't help covering her mouth and explained with a chuckle: "Yizhuang was actually originally used for charity, with a library, public fields, and an ancestral hall. Later, as time went by, it gradually became a place to store coffins.
Most of them have not been able to find a good place to bury them, or the deceased died in a foreign country, and the family is planning to transport them back to their hometown for burial, or they are too poor to bury them, so they have to temporarily store them in a charity village."
Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly realized: "Oh, it's just like a morgue, right?"
"Well, it can be understood that the big families in the city pay for the maintenance, and generally there is no income. It seems that my mother-in-law lives here."
Chai Rong said, gently pushing open the ajar door.
As soon as the door opened, I saw a plum tree standing there in the huge yard. I don't know how old it was.
And the young man just now was standing under the big tree, with his hands clasped in his fists and a horse stance, and there were three burning incense candles under his buttocks.
"Huh!"
Ding Xiaoyi took a closer look and found that in the blink of an eye, the boy who was just no taller than his chest had obviously grown a lot and could already reach his shoulders by visual inspection.
"Brother Xiao Yi, look!"
Chai Rong pointed forward and saw Po Meng sitting at a stone table not far away.
Wearing a plain long dress, her hair was tied with the hairpin given to her by the boy.
The slender white fingers lightly turned the stone mill in front of them, grinding the cinnabar into fine powder.
There is a kind of silent tranquility in every move, as if he is banishing himself from the world.
Then he started to write and put down the ink, and in an instant, a yellow talisman was written and drawn by Po Meng.
The young man on the side was so fascinated that he couldn't help but lower his buttocks. He was suddenly heated by the incense candle and almost jumped up.
"Don't move, keep squatting!"
Although Po Meng didn't look at him, she seemed to have been watching his every move and asked him to squat down in a cold voice.
"Aunt Meng, how long will it take? I can't hold it anymore!"
The young man rubbed his buttocks with a look of pain on his face, but he didn't dare to disobey at all and re-gaited his horse.
"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. If you don't suffer a little, how can you learn the true skills?"
Po Meng was completely unmoved by the young man's screams.
One stick of incense, two sticks of incense...
The day went by in a hurry, and the young man's buttocks had been burned countless times.
Even his pants had been burned with several holes.
But in the blink of an eye, in the evening, the young man rubbed his buttocks, walked back to the room, threw himself on the bed and fell asleep.
But not long after he fell into a deep sleep, a candle light illuminated the room, and he saw Po Meng walking into the room with a cold face.
"Aunt Meng, I want to marry you as my wife..."
The young man was lying on the bed, with drool still on the corner of his mouth, mumbling to himself in his sleep.
Seeing him sleeping soundly, I couldn't help but shake my head, took off his pants, and saw the blood blisters on his buttocks. A rare hint of concern appeared on his cold face.
After carefully taking out the golden sore medicine and applying it on him, he took his pants and stood up to leave.
The two people could see all this clearly outside the window.
Chai Rong looked at the young man's white, tender and plump buttocks, and couldn't help turning her head away with a blush.
"Hehe, it seems that Meng Po is also a bitch-tongued." Ding Xiaoyi sighed with a look on her face.
"Mother-in-law is not bad to begin with." Chai Rong still knows a little about Po Meng, but she never thought that Po Meng was like this in the past.
Then her voice changed and she couldn't help but ask: "But how should we wake up my mother-in-law?"
"this……"
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but raise his head, hoping that Pangpang could give some advice.
But the fat guy didn't make any sound at this time. He estimated that the fat guy would have gone somewhere to steal something by now.
While the two were talking, they followed Po Meng all the way to the room.
Under the lonely shadow of the green lamp, Mrs. Meng picked up silk thread and mended the young man's torn trousers.
Even though there are coffins all around, you can't help but feel full of warmth.
"Mother-in-law is so kind..." Chai Rong stood outside the door and looked at Po Meng, carefully mending the boy's trousers, and she couldn't help but feel a little envious of the boy.
Time passed by, and when the two of them turned their heads, they found that white snow was already falling in front of them.
The white snow is falling, and the snowflakes are pressing on the treetops, but they cannot cover the blooming plum blossoms.
There were wisps of faint fragrance in the air.
Under the eaves, fragrant tea is brewed.
The aroma of tea and the rising water vapor are diffused together, and the falling snow in front of you creates a peaceful and serene beauty.
Po Meng was still dressed in white, sitting quietly by the tea stove, looking at the sky full of white snow, but there seemed to be a bit of anxiety between her brows, as if she was waiting for something.
At this time, the courtyard door was pushed open and a hearty shout was heard.
"Aunt Meng, I'm back."
While he was talking, he saw a figure walking in holding a spear.
With long flowing hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a slightly sad stubble on his face, he was the young man before, and now he has become a handsome and masculine young man.