Whether the man's eyes finally opened, Wang Mei didn't see it in the end, she only felt that she was wrapped in a white light, and she was top-heavy and fell into the seven-colored whirlpool, and there seemed to be someone behind her. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a period of dizziness, as soon as Wang Mei opened his eyes, he saw a face that endured grief, his side face still had the immaturity of a child, but his eyes were surprisingly red, and there were tears in them that could not be dropped, but he forcibly endured it and did not let it fall.

"Cousin......" Wang Mei spoke, and at the same time grabbed the boy's sleeve with his left hand.

The boy heard her call, but did not look back, nor brushed away the hand she had grasped. Wang Mei looked closely, only to find that he was gritting his teeth so hard that the muscles in his cheeks stiffened due to tightness.

"Cousin, you'd better cry." Seeing the boy like this, Wang's eyebrows softened. The words he said made him stunned.

The boy apparently did not notice her stunnedness, but heard her words, but still did not make a sound, but gritted his teeth a little tighter.

The tears in his eyes were forcibly held back by him, and the tip of his nose was already red.

Putting up with him so strongly, Wang Mei thought about it, endured the comfort that rushed out of her mouth, and persuaded in her own way:

"Whether you shed tears or not, the deceased will never wake up again. If you shed tears, you will only end your sorrow, and if you do not shed tears, you will not be able to alleviate any sorrow. Instead of being forbearant and difficult for yourself, why not open your heart? ”

These words sound hard, and there is no childish childishness. But it hit the boy's heart, and he turned around instantly, and the tears in his eyes finally slipped down with this action.

He looked back at Wang Mei's eyes seriously, which made Wang Mei seem to see the stars in the sky. In the blink of an eye, the stars flew down like meteors in the sky, sliding down his white cheeks.

"You're right. Cousin. His childish voice sounded, but with a warmth that was rare for adults.

Then, Wang Mei saw him crying loudly, completely losing his previous calm and calm image, he completely interpreted his wanton frankness, and indulged in the grief of losing his mother in his heart.

When the servants on the side saw him like this, they also sobbed.

Wang Mei watched the boy kneeling on the ground, watching him cry bitterly, seeing him crying, seeing him walking on his knees, but somehow there was some real sadness in his heart.

She stepped forward slightly, handed the brocade handkerchief in her hand, and the boy took it without hesitation, and a muffled cry came out, making Wang Mei's heart more and more sore. She even wondered how she would grieve if her grandmother went first.

Thinking of this, her eyes couldn't help but turn red. However, just when she was immersed in her emotions, her mind was cold, and she felt dimly that this was not the emotion she should have......

As soon as her sadness passed, the tears slowly shrank back. It's just that the eyes that have been soaked in tears are becoming brighter and clearer.

Seven years passed in a flash, and the boy who was eight years old was already fifteen. And Wang Mei is now twelve years old.

In the past seven years, Jiankang has still not been peaceful. The immature boy at the beginning has gradually entered the power center of the family. At the age of fifteen, he had assumed the duties of acting patriarch.

She herself grew up smoothly, and from time to time she met him once or twice in the communication of visiting relatives and friends.

Although she didn't see her many times and her face gradually blurred, she also knew that the boy who was crying freely at the beginning had gradually grown up and become a member of the family that could not be seen in joy and anger.

The only thing that is a little unusual is probably the private correspondence between the two of them, almost every ten days. Wang Mei kept all the letters together. Now it's filled with seven or eight sandalwood boxes.

"My cousin sees words like ......"

"Cousin" is what the boy has always called her, and he only calls the other sisters in the family, but only to her, he has always called only cousin, no name, no surname, only cousin.

As always, the letter was not too long, only a few lines, but the peace of mind when she read the letter in the past was suddenly broken when she read the words "Qin Jin is good" in the penultimate line.

She subconsciously frowned, and followed her train of thought to go further:

He's going to propose to her? Why did you tell her in advance? Do you want to ask her opinion, or do you respect her choice? Or test her tone?

Over the years, she has watched the young boy grow into a tall man, and even though he always calls her cousin, she still feels more like an elder than a cousin.

Now, that little boy actually proposed to her? Wang Mei felt a burst of resistance in her heart, although she felt sorry for the boy who had lost his mother since childhood, she did not confuse this sympathy with the love of husband and wife.

This sudden show of love caught her off guard, but more of a fear and confusion - the emotions that a twelve-year-old girl should have.

At this moment, my mother ordered her grandmother to come and inform her and ask her to go to the back hall to see her. Wang Mei looked at the letter in his hand again, then suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, calmly folded it, and put it in a sandalwood box on the side.

She was going to ask her mother's opinion. When making a major decision, Wang Mei is always used to ask his mother. Even though, she always felt in her heart that this grandmother was very different from the grandmother in her impression.

When Wang Mei went out, there was a drizzle in the sky, and her clogs walked on the bluestone road, making a slight sound, accompanied by her thoughts, gradually spreading:

Excluding her own sense of rejection, in fact, if she marries successfully, the benefits to the family are obvious.

She and the boy, no, should be said to be teenagers now. The two families are intermarried. The room where Wang Mei is located is also the long room where the patriarch is.

If she marries, the friendship between the two families will be on a higher level, whether it is in the government or the opposition or in the market, the interests of the two families will be more stable.

As the daughter of a large family, the idea that her marriage is for the benefit of the family has been deeply ingrained in Wang Mei's heart. Therefore, if she simply marries for the interests of the family, she does not resist in her heart.

What's more, the reason for removing the interests of the family, the young man is indeed a good match, his appearance is dignified, his temperament is resolute, and he is also gentle and petty towards her; And the two of them have known each other since childhood, so they deserve to be two little guesses.

But why did she resist so much when she saw the letter?

Wang frowned slightly in confusion. But before she could clear her thoughts, the person had already arrived at the front of the house.

An attendant lifted the bamboo curtain for her, revealing the hostess sitting inside—her grandmother, the wife of the patriarch who is now in charge of the house.

Wang Mei took off the clogs and slowly approached. sat down beside her grandmother.

"Do you know why my mother called you here?"