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The apricot rain is faint, and the mulberry clouds are faint.

I didn't sleep all night, and as soon as the sky was bright, Du Weiwei got up and began to dress up.

Zikou ran back and forth three times, bringing everything she needed into the bedroom.

"Miss, I've brought everything. It's the middle of the day, and the hour is going to enter, and there is enough time. ”

Du Weiwei wore her hair scattered, wearing a plain underwear, sitting in front of the mirror, looking at the beautiful face of the woman in the mirror, and thinking for a long time: "Zikou, you said, will my mother come back today?" ”

The hand that was packing up the things suddenly stopped, Zikou turned his head, looked at Du Weiwei's back, and there was a little worry in his eyes, but he still comforted him: "Miss, Madame may have something to do that she can't get out of." "I thought in my heart that today was the lady's ceremony, but the lady still didn't come back, I'm afraid she won't come back.

There was a faint disappointment in his eyes, as if he wanted to give himself a little hope, Du Weiwei still forced a smile: "Well, it's okay." In my heart, I still prefer to believe that my mother will come back.

On that day, Shen Mu took back his mother's letter, but saw that there were only eight short characters on it, which was the sentence that his mother left for him when she left: "Only by spending time with heart can you become a tool." "There is no clear indication whether he will return home.

Bowing his head and shaking, Du shook off the thoughts in his head slightly, and a bright smile swelled, after all, today is his own courtesy, which means that he is a real adult.

"Let's change your clothes." Standing up, looking back at Zikou, smiling brightly and lovely.

The fresh-water ink-colored clothes, the placket collar is finely embroidered with gold thread plum blossoms, and the light pink brocade edge is like the innocent color of childhood.

One by one, the buckles behind the back were buttoned one by one, and then carefully flipped into the inside to prevent exposure, Zikou did it carefully and carefully, and for a while, the silence in the room was silent, flowing with warm emotions.

At the beginning, the plain blue skirt was on the upper side of the waist, a thin dark blue cloth belt was loosely tied into a women's knot, thin sleeves, and the whole person was clean and neat, like a cardamom girl.

In addition, she wore a water-green curved skirt, the skirt swayed to the ground, the cuffs were slightly larger, and the tulle at the edge was still embroidered with gold thread of blooming plum blossoms.

Sanjia is a formal long-sleeved dress with large sleeves, the water blue gradient to the water green, the green skirt is mopped and placed, and the back waist is wrapped with a slightly dark ribbon, which is turned from behind to the front of the body with an irregular hanging length, and the chest is embroidered with three oblique beads, covering a good scenery.

Du Weiwei's arms were opened, and the blue and green dress dragged to the ground, gentle and gentle, but without losing the atmosphere. The long hair is untied, natural and hanging, and the face is the grace and elegance of a woman.

Looking at the shockingly beautiful young lady, Zikou was so moved that she burst into tears: "Miss......"

Stretching out his hand to brush Zikou's face, Du Wei smiled very happily: "What are you crying about, it's a beautiful crown dress, Zikou's craftsmanship is really good." ”

Suddenly laughed again, the tears in Zikou's eyes still did not disappear: "That must be." ”

"Let's put on some makeup." Carefully pulling up the hem of the skirt and sitting in front of the mirror, Du Weiwei had a faint smile on his face.

Zikou stepped forward, and as soon as she picked up the white powder, she heard a female voice sound: "I'll come." ”

The two turned their heads to look at the door at the same time, and saw Shi Muran walking in in a tender yellow women's dress.

With surprise on her face, Du Weiwei just wanted to stand up and greet her, Shi Muran walked to her side in two or three steps, and pressed her body again: "Sit, you are the biggest today." ”

Du smiled a little helplessly, but he was overjoyed in his heart: "Mu Ran, thank you." ”

Shi Muran didn't speak again, just raised a knowing smile.

Zikou stepped aside and made a move for Shi Muran.

Shi Muran's slender hand, picked up the white powder, and applied Du Weiwei very gently with his fingertips, and the touch was cool everywhere he went. Shi Muran was very serious about putting on Du Weiwei's makeup, and the picture was indescribably beautiful.

Zikou stood aside, looking at the extremely coordinated two, and was moved and happy from the bottom of her heart.

took out a new eyebrow pencil and gently tapped the red clay plate, Shi Muran seriously and carefully began to point the plum blossom in the center of Du Weiwei's eyebrows.

One, two, three...... As if like a treasure in his hand, Shi Muran's every stroke was so serious that it was amazing, and it took a quarter of an hour for Du Weiwei to finish the plum blossoms in his eyebrows, and when he looked in the mirror, Du Weiwei was full of emotion.

Zikou watched the already beautiful young lady become more amazing under Miss Shi's hands, and couldn't help clapping her hands and exclaiming: "Miss Shi's makeup is really good-looking." ”

Modestly bowing his head and smiling, Shi Muran said very gently: "It's slightly beautiful and amazing." ”

Seeing that both of them were talking about their makeup, Du Weiwei didn't speak, but the smile on his face became more and more intense, and he reached out and took out a hairband about a finger wide and the same color as the dress in the drawer, carefully wrapped it around the back of the neck, and slowly tied a loose double knot button at the low position of the hair.

At this point, Du Weiwei, who cannot describe the beauty in words, has finished dressing. So much so that for a long time later, when the people mentioned this woman, the first emotion in their eyes was amazement, and they only said that Du Weiwei was like a celestial man, with a respectful respect that could not be blasphemed.

"Miss." Shen Mu's voice came from the doorway, but he didn't continue.

Raising his eyes and looking at Du Weiwei, Shi Muran seemed puzzled.

Reaching out to hold Shi Muran's hand, Du Wei smiled generously: "Come in and say." ”

"Yes." The next moment, Shen Mu entered the house, only glanced at Du Weiwei and immediately lowered his head, and only secretly said in his heart, Miss is too beautiful.

"What do you say in the Frontrooms?" Although he smiled, Du Weiwei's eyes were still shining. Yesterday, I ordered Shen Mu to go to the front hall in advance today to find out all the situation.

"The lords and ladies of the front hall are already there. Today's young lady should be the second lady. Shen Mu lowered his head and reported what he had discovered.

The smile on the corner of her mouth had a hint of coldness, she had a stiff fight with Du Yunshi a few days ago, and she had already torn her face with the second lady Yusheng, but because she was the eldest lady in the mansion now, she could only be Du Weiwei's elder of the family.

Shi Muran's hand was held by Du Weiwei, and she naturally felt the sudden change in her mood, and patted her backhand as if comforting, and me.

Du Weiwei didn't speak, and he didn't know what he was thinking about in his eyes.

After thinking about it, Shen Mu still opened his mouth: "Miss, there are many guests in the front hall. The three princes, the four princes, and the thirteen princes all came. ”

As soon as the words fell, Du Weiwei's brows furrowed almost invisibly, this is good, people related to his plan are here. Another question immediately appeared in his heart, so he blurted out: "He Xiao didn't come?" ”

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere became a little strange for a while, and Du Weiwei realized that he seemed to have asked a question that he shouldn't have asked.

Shen Mu still dutifully replied: "I haven't seen King Lizun. ”

Du Weiwei's face slid with a hint of embarrassment, what's the matter, why did he suddenly think of that big ice cube?

Shi Muran saw through Du Weiwei's little woman's mind at a glance, and also noticed her embarrassment, hurriedly pulled her up, and said with a smile: "Come, clean up again, our Miss Du is going to make a stunning appearance." ”

Zi Ko also helped Du Weiwei up from the other side, and when she stepped out of the chair, she turned around and fiddled with the floor-length skirt behind her.

Stretching out his hand towards Du Weiwei, Shi Muran smiled from the bottom of his heart: "Weiwei." ”

Holding Shi Muran's hand, the firmness in Du Weiwei's eyes became more obvious.

Zikou and Shenmu followed behind the two.

The two beautiful women walked slowly towards the front hall like this, one step at a time.

When he walked to the door of the front hall, inexplicably, Du Weiwei grabbed Shi Muran's hand, and at the bottom of his heart, he was a little nervous, Shi Muran also replied, gave her a reassuring smile, and her voice raised: "Today, the daughter of the Du family is ten and five years old, and she is now entering the hall——"

A bright voice sounded, and everyone in the hall looked out.

After a long conversation with Du Weiwei a long, long time later, Mu Yunjin realized that Du Weiwei was already deeply imprinted in his mind at the glimpse at the ceremony.

A fluttering long skirt, gentle and delicate on the face, for a moment, everyone was silent, and they were amazed by Du Weiwei's shocking beauty in their hearts.

Everyone couldn't take their eyes off it, staring at Du Weiwei as he walked into the hall step by step, for fear of missing the smile of the beautiful woman in front of them.

Du Weiwei walked to the center of the hall, Shi Muran let go of his hand and stepped aside, as Du Weiwei and the praiser of the ceremony, she also needed to do the whole ceremony.

"I've seen my father, I've seen Erniang." Du Wei knelt down on his knees, bowed to his parents, and touched his hands and knees on the ground.

Du Yunshi was full of smiles, no matter how much Du Weiwei messed with himself before, this daughter was his favorite after all, he took a step forward and helped Du Weiwei: "Hurry up." ”

The second lady, Yusheng, sat on the other side of the throne, with kind eyebrows on her face, like a mother looking at her daughter.

Helping Du Weiwei up, Du Yunshi retreated to his seat again, smiling.

Seeing that the hour was almost up, Shi Muran said aloud again: "Do the gift of Jialu-"

On the side, although Jin Ting's face was not smiling, as Du Weiwei's guest, he still had to do his own thing, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and disassembled Du Weiwei's hairband and put it in the tray on the side. brought another flower chair and helped Du Weiwei to sit down.

The hairband was untied, and Du Weiwei's three thousand strands of hair fell down all of a sudden, and when viewed from the back, it seemed to have a fairy spirit.

Mu Yunxin stood in the corner, looking at Du Weiwei's eyes, and some emotions that he couldn't predict.

Du lowered his head slightly, and the woman's tranquility and beauty were clearly displayed.

After doing what he had to do, Jin Ting stepped aside, and a small figure approached with a tray: "Sister Wei." The child's voice was low and excited.

Du turned his head slightly to look at the side, but saw Mu Yunji walking up with a tray with a flute and hairpin, his eyes were filled with shock, and he didn't make a sound, and made a lip shape: "Aji? ”

Mu Yunji tilted his head and smiled happily, when Sister Wei was still in the future, he told the fourth brother that he wanted to be the secretary of Sister Wei, although the old man sitting on the main seat didn't seem to be very happy, but he was still standing next to Sister Wei, and when he thought that his sister's ceremony had his own credit, he was very happy in his heart.

The second lady Yusheng stood up, acting like a good mother, walked behind Du Weiwei, gently held Du Weiwei's loose hair with her left hand, picked up the flute in the tray in Mu Yunji's hand with her right hand, and gently pulled up a Songyun bun that symbolized an adult woman, and the flute in her right hand just wanted to insert it in.

"Wait!" A bright but powerful voice sounded crisply, falling into everyone's ears, "My daughter's Jialu doesn't need anyone else to come." ”

For a while, everyone looked at the place where the voice was made, Du Weiwei and Du Yunshi stood up all of a sudden, and Du Weiwei's hair held by Yusheng suddenly fell back again.

For the first time in so many years, Du Weiwei felt like crying, looking at the woman who was still beautiful in an ink-colored curved skirt, and called deeply: "Mother!" ”

(Ask for recommendation and collection~~~ Start writing and the ritual part, in order to make the text smoother, and the ritual process part I modified slightly, interested children's shoes can be checked ~ [serious face])