I'm curious where Yinzhen found such a girl, and I haven't seen it yet, but I already like her laughter.

Mo Han's smile is like the feeling that the appearance gives people, warm and comfortable.

In my eyes, this is a girl who loves to laugh, but she always smiles very shallowly, like the kind of ink painting that only exists.

I used to like to laugh heartily and brightly, and I always felt that that kind of woman rectal and straight belly was the best type of relationship, which is the type I admired. With the passage of time, the more they adapt to this era, the more they feel that what is hidden behind their smiles is their truest appearance, and they decorate themselves with all kinds of excellent smiles, but they do not let people see their true hearts, and even the declaration of love back then has changed.

Mo Han is different, although her smile is shallow, it makes me feel natural and real, not deliberately flattering, not alienated and indifferent, no more, no less, just right.

In this huge palace of Prince Yong, there are also all kinds of women, each of whom is different. They have their own personalities and beauty, they will show different selves at different times and occasions, try their best to be perfect on every side, and even try their best to please Yinzhen's like, but none of them are like her.

Perhaps, like me, Hongwan likes this feeling.

Perhaps, for a restrained and indifferent boy like Hongwan, he should be paired with such a girl, just right.

What is rare is that not only me and Hongwan have no objections to her, but even Ergege, who is known for being the most difficult to serve in the house, gets along well with her, which makes me a little surprised.

In fact, Hongwan is not picky, and her personality is not bad, but she is a little spoiled and arrogant, and it seems that except for her Ama and her brother-in-law, no one can get into it. And the most headache for me is the younger brother Hongday who is connected to her blood, every time I see it, the two of them are like water and fire are incompatible, it is not as good as the cunning little dry children's shoes, and occasionally I can laugh with her for a while, even if the two of them stumble and fight, it will not be the same for two days.

Compared with Hongwan's marriage, Yinzhen seems to be more eager to marry Hong, but this daughter's stubbornness completely inherits her father's genes, and even has the momentum of being better than blue, and the more she marries, the more she is disobedient.

In my opinion, the father and daughter are simply playing tricks.

Yinzhen has always been good at leading, if you really want to marry your daughter, how can you compete with her, take out the ruthlessness to deal with me, just use one or two percent of your skills, you can stuff the Yongwangfu Erge into the big red sedan chair smoothly, and then lift it to the selected man's house, everything is fine, why bother with not having the decency to be a father in front of his daughter.

The reality is that he is willing to pet Hong Bang to the way he is now, and it is difficult to turn the tables again, and he can't be ruthless. It can be seen that the wife and daughter are still very different.

The two argued, Yin Zhen seemed to think of the eldest son who was well-behaved and sensible since he was a child, and simply pointed the finger at the considerate and docile Honghui, wanting to find his father's confidence and dignity from him.

Regarding Honghui's future, Yinzhen rarely said, but I know that he has always been pressed in his heart, and he is anxious in his heart. After being stimulated by Hongwang, the matter evolved from the initial intentional or unintentional mention to letting Honghui settle the marriage first, and then marry when Agarwood was old.

Honghui politely rejected his Amma's suggestion, and directly and tactfully made Yinzhen close his lips tightly without even saying a word, and strode out of his son's house without looking back.

patted Honghui on the shoulder to reassure me, he had already helped me out, the smile on his face was a little helpless but still whispered gently, "My son is fine, but Amma...... It's cold, E-Niang and Amado pay attention to their bodies, if there are many things in the house, they don't need to come to their son often. ”

"Honghui, you Ama is for your good, he ...... in his heart"

Honghui stopped and stood in the courtyard gate, interrupting my unspeakable consolation, "My son knows, it's just that Agarwood is still young, and my son is not in a hurry." ”

I understand his thoughts, but unfortunately he may not understand them, and even if they do, they may not be able to accept them. We laughed silently and looked at the carriage parked outside, except for Gao Wuyong, who was guarding next to us, there was no second figure in sight.

Honghui shook his head and smiled carefully and carefully put on my cloak, leaning into my ear and whispering: "My son just wants to guard her and accompany her and watch her grow up, and I don't want anything else now, I just want her to be by my side and grow up slowly." ”

Looking up at my son in front of me, I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't relax. This son has a face that is most like his Amma, but when he laughs, he is as warm and comfortable as his eighth uncle, and the words he says are Yinxiang. This confusion disturbed me not to be moved, but to be a little unable to adapt to it.

"Ama is afraid that she is in a hurry, and it looks like it is going to snow on this day, so E-Niang should hurry back. Honghui turned his head to look at Gao Wuyong, who was walking towards us, and the corners of his eyes were full of smiles urging me to go out.

Gao Wuyong hurriedly greeted him, made a thousand calls to Honghui, and respectfully bent down and handed over a purse with both hands, "Big brother, the prince asked the little one to hand over this thing to you." ”

Honghui glanced at the carriage across the courtyard gate, nodded and reached out to take it, took a large amount of silver from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Gao Wuyong. The loyal father-in-law thanked him and trotted back to the car, even though the people inside couldn't see it, he still hunched his waist as if he was replying.

Looking at the silver ticket that Honghui took out of his purse and a pair of jade bracelets worn on his wrist, my heart finally put down, and I pulled Honghui and laughed quietly: "If you just agreed, you Ama will hand it over to you personally, how can you still use such awkwardness." Hurry up and put it away, and when you want to marry in the future, you can give it to agarwood. ”

Honghui carefully accepted the bracelet, lifted his robe and knelt down in front of the carriage where Yinzhen was sitting, and the curtain hanging on the window shook slightly.

Raising his steps to leave, Honghui got up and strode in front of me and handed over the silver ticket, smiling a little embarrassed, "E-niang, return this silver ticket to Amma, my son has grown up a long time ago, and now I am in charge of Yiyantang and cargo ships, and it is enough to raise the children in this courtyard." It's just that he failed to fulfill his filial piety in front of Ama Eniang...... How can there be any more reason to take the silver of Amma? ”

Glancing at the silver ticket in his hand, he couldn't see how much, there should be a few thousand taels. I didn't expect Yinzhen to be quite generous, but it can be seen that not all the silver is handed over to my housekeeper on weekdays, and I don't know how many small vaults he has hidden.

Pushed Honghui's hand holding the silver ticket, turned his head sideways and whispered as he walked towards the courtyard door: "When you are my mother, my words are good? I will take it back if I ask him to take it back? When did you see him hear me? Why do you get more confused the older you get." Since you Ama gave it and received it, you don't need to say it, you spend his money rightly, what are you afraid of. ”

Honghui covered his mouth and smiled, and couldn't find the old eight-style warmth like jade, completely like a bad boy who saw through my careful thinking, lowered his head and whispered back: "What Eniang taught me is that my son knows that he is wrong." Catch up with the son and go with Ama again, and pay filial piety to Eniang together. ”

"Bah, it's yours. Helped Honghui, who was still laughing, to get into the carriage, stroked his somewhat cold palm and instructed, "Go back quickly, don't freeze outside, it's cold." ”

Until the carriage was about to turn out of the alley, Honghui was still standing in front of the courtyard gate, holding the purse that Yinzhen gave him.

Putting down the curtain and sitting down, Yinzhen's face was still the same as just now, like his clenched knuckles, flushed white, and there was no tendency to ease. Even if I have recognized my son's persistence, the eyes that look at me are not the same as usual, as if Honghui was all taught by me.

I want to say that children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, after all, my son is old and he doesn't keep him around, so he really can't manage it if he wants to. And Honghui is nineteen years old, he has grown up rapidly in those years of sea life, has his own thoughts and ways of dealing with things, and is no longer the little child who leaned in his arms and let Amma hold the little handwriting and drawing, even if he will still be uncomfortable because of Amma's unhappiness, but he will not change his determination.

My words choked in my throat, and after working hard for a long time, I decided to give up, not to kidnap the tiger's beard or step on the tiger's tail, my own safety is more important, anyway, Honghui's marriage has been resolved, and he will go.

Leaning against the corner wrapped in a cloak, sleepy struck as the carriage swayed. When I was dizzy, the cold wind continued to blow in from the window, and my face was stained with a slight coldness, and I shivered and became energetic.

The hand reached out the window, and after a while, some white snowflakes were collected, which fell into the palm of the hand and turned into a small pool of ice water, flowing down the wrist into the cuff.

Yinzhen leaned against the car door and looked at me silently, frowned, moved over and sat beside me, took a handkerchief and wiped my slightly wet sleeves and hands, pressed my face on his shoulder and wrapped it in a cloak.

Looking up at his slowly pale face, he hugged his waist and the soft fluff on his neck, "Yinzhen, thank you." ”

His arms stiffened as he held my arms, his palms tightened over my shoulders, "Thank me for what?"

Honghui ...... I know you don't want his marriage to be like this, it's just that he grows up and has his own ideas and feelings, and his parents can no longer control them. I thank you...... Although I can't agree with it, I still respect his choice. ”

Yinzhen didn't speak, hugged me quietly, I don't know if I didn't hear it or didn't want to reply to me.

"And Hongwan, the daughter-in-law you chose for him is very good. ”

Still silent.

Falling asleep? tightened the arms around his waist, closer to his neck and cheeks, and said to himself, "Actually, there are many kinds of happiness, and everyone wants differently, isn't it good to be like Honghui? Although he is nineteen years old, and many boys at this age have already married wives and had children, but he can guard a girl, from birth to growth, and watch her become what he likes bit by bit, isn't it?" Even if the waiting process is very long, but one day that little girl will grow up, grow up for him, and then become his woman, can you say that Honghui is not happy like this?"

I was about to say anything more, but the carriage slowed down and came to a steady stop.

Yinzhen helped me sit down, looked at the curtain raised by Gao Wuyong, took my hand and walked out of the carriage and stepped into the door.

His palms were warm, and his steps towards the backyard were no longer as urgent as when he stepped out of the door of Honghui Courtyard, and he always walked beside me.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the house was white everywhere, making it even quieter, and the little woman who stopped standing in the snow was even more delicate and weak. Nian was half-squatting in the snow, his head down, but his gaze stayed on the hand we were holding.

The girl behind Nian's asked for peace, and she said softly as if she was awakened, "Embroider the pattern to the master and Fujin to ask for peace." The vague grievance in her voice was as light and weak as a snowflake falling on her.

Yinzhen didn't speak, stopped and glanced at her, not knowing what she was thinking. I pulled out the hand held in his palm, leaned in, she had already stood up by herself, still half-bowed her head and said softly: "Xie Fujin, the embroidery is retired." ”

The figure hidden behind the arched cloister door walked slowly, still the graceful green, unchanged for several years, in this rare verdant winter day, adding a touch of beauty to the house, as well as a faint fragrance.

The scent of sandalwood wandered around, mixed with the cool smell of snowflakes, and I couldn't tell the difference between front and back, left and right, and disrupted my breathing.

The person behind him didn't move, he should still be standing there. I sneered in my heart and didn't know who I wanted to mock, and walked alone to my courtyard like she left, sighing secretly, where does life not wait.

He has been waiting for more than Honghui, and the little sister of the Nian family seems to be more persistent.

I thought Yinzhen didn't understand, but now that I think about it, how can he not understand if he is as smart. In his nearly forty years of life, there has also been a little girl who has grown up by his side. It's just that Honghui is a girl who waits for him to grow up as a man, and Yinzhen is in love with a girl and works hard to grow up for him, just to be able to stay by his side one day.

Honghui's quiet waiting once moved me to his dedication to the essence of love and admired his beautiful gesture for love. And at this moment, Nian's back makes me see clearly but more and more blurred.

Yinzhen, don't you really understand? Or is it because you understand too much that you are willing to give in to Honghui's insistence.