There was a thunderstorm, the sky darkened again, and a few drops of rain fell from the sky and fell on Wei Qianzong's cheek. He shook his head like a dream, and then asked, "What did you just say?" ”

Mo Hua bowed respectfully, and repeated what he said before: "I have the courage to ask my father-in-law for marriage, hoping that my father-in-law can marry Miss Wei Er to me." ”

Wei Er girl, the thin and ugly Wei Jiang, why do you want her?

Wei Qian couldn't figure it out. If you put his two daughters together, Wei Zhen'er is like a fairy Zigu, and Wei Jiang is like an ape and a wild monkey; Wei Zhen'er is a budding flower, but Wei Jiang is a curled and wilted leaf. It's not that he is deliberately partial, but that's the case, why do some people look at the delicate flowers and choose wilted leaves?

Wei Qian couldn't understand it. Mo Hua didn't have a good chat with Wei Zhen'er on the boat before, and besides, they seemed to be intentional, why did he suddenly change his mind? If memory serves, Mo Hua has only met Wei Jiang twice.

Wei Qian couldn't help but reach out and pat Mo Hua on the shoulder: "You think about it for a few more days." ”

Mo Hua said categorically: "I have made up my mind, don't think about it." ”

Wei Qian took a deep breath, crossed the ten fingers of his hands behind his back, and tapped the back of his left hand with two fingers of his right hand. One, two...... How can this be?

"Well, let me think about it."

After that, Wei Qian always thought about it and left with his head down. Mo Hua glanced back at the third floor, followed closely.

At this time, Wei Jiang was still trapped in Wei Zhen'er's marriage, and she thought of countless ways to stop it, but she didn't expect it.

***

After half a day of careful consideration, Mr. Wei Qian decided to discuss with the Li family. Lee, with a needle and thread, was making new shoes for him, and he had a pair of shoes that he would have to replace in a few months.

Wei Qian always stared at his wife's pair of good shoes, twisted his eyebrows and asked, "What do you think of Mo Hua?" ”

Li Shi worked for a while in his hand, thought for a while, and said truthfully: "I think this kid is smart and smart, and he looks like a talent." I heard that he not only understands Hongmao language, but also Wazi dialect and Lu Jian dialect...... He will, it's a rare piece of good material. ”

"Well, you're right. Just now I had the heart to mention marriage to him, guess what he said, he actually took a fancy to Wei Jiang and wanted to marry her. ”

After saying that, Li Shi was taken aback, and as soon as the needle in his hand was forced, he poked it crookedly on his fingertips, and a drop of blood immediately bulged out. Li put the wounded finger in his mouth and sucked, I don't know whether it was pain or sorrow, his brows were twisted into knots, and the wrinkles on his forehead and eyes were deeper and more numerous.

Wei Qian leaned over when he saw it, and said with a smile: "You are also scared." Yubi stretched out his hand and said, "Let me see, whether it hurts or not." ”

Li smiled and put his hand on his palm. The two ravine-crisscrossed hands have been carried for half a lifetime, but he has held a softer and whiter soft wattle, and Li's heart is so painful that he can't speak.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Li withdrew his hand as he spoke, lowered his eyes, and continued to thread the needle. Wei Qian couldn't see her heartache, and the conversation changed, and he talked about Wei Jiang again.

"Alas...... I don't know what Mo Hua thinks, Zhen'er is much more beautiful than Ah Jiang, why did he choose Ah Jiang? I was at a loss for what to do. ”

At the mention of Ah Jiang, Li couldn't help but feel sad. When Wei Zhen'er was thirteen years old, the threshold was broken by the matchmaker, but now Wei Jiang is thirteen years old, and no one has come to talk to the matchmaker, and her marriage is much more difficult than Wei Zhen'er's marriage.

Li felt more sorry for Wei Jiang in his heart, and every time he saw her have an attack of illness, Li resented that he couldn't give her a good body and couldn't let her grow up happily.

Thinking about it, Li put down the needlework and fabric in his hand, took paper and pen, and carefully counted the eight characters of Wei Jiang and Mo Hua's birthdays, which was really a rare good hexagram.

Li Shi was pleasantly surprised, but hesitated when he thought of what Wei Jiang said during the day. Although she believes in ghosts and gods, she is skeptical of what Wei Jiang said, and besides, the two of them are the hexagram of Diwang, and they will definitely have good weather and many sons and blessings in the future.

After thinking about it, Li decided to be the master for Wei Jiang, and she said in a serious voice: "Official, our Ah Jiang is thirteen years old, and we should also consider marriage." She has been lying on the couch for a long time, and her body has been entangled in this appearance, and it is not easy to find someone who is satisfied. I think if Hua'er is intentional, it is better to fulfill it, how about it? ”

Wei Qian nodded thoughtfully, he thought that Mo Hua and Wei Jiang would marry, and the Wei family would not lose anything, but Wei Zhen'er would be unhappy, but for the entire Wei family, what is this?

"That makes sense, so let's do it."

As soon as the final word was made, Wei Jiang's marriage was decided, and at this time, Wei Jiang was planning how to deal with Mo Hua and how to get him out of this home.

In the dead of night, Wei Jiang's heart was knotted, she couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, she still felt bored when she opened the window, and couldn't help but go out and sit on the corridor, leaning on the pillars with her back and her feet resting on the railing.

There was no cigarette stick in his hand, and he was addicted to smoking, so Wei Jiang had to endure it. She is no longer Er Niang, and she can't like what Er Niang likes. The enchanting and gorgeous skirts, the charming incense, and the cigarette that never leaves the hand...... All of this must be forgotten.

The night breeze is blowing, and the slight coolness is very comfortable. Wei Jiang leaned his head against the pillar and fell asleep unconsciously. In the middle of the night, she came to the flower building again, and the hall was full of people, and coarse laughter could be heard everywhere.

The old bustard walked over to give her a provocative smile, and then glanced to the third floor. She seemed to be being led and pulled by a string, and she couldn't help but pick up her skirt and go up the steps. Someone happened to come down from above, he was wearing a crow-blue stand-up collar robe, with an ink ribbon tied around his waist, and a slender bamboo cigarette pole in the ribbon was rising a wisp of smoke.

The four eyes are intertwined, and the gaze is like this lingering smoke. Her eyes were slanting, and he couldn't take his eyes off it, and the two passed by, and then dispersed as if nothing had happened.

She continued to walk up and saw the huge lotus glass lamp on the top of the flower building, and the petals were hanging in the air one by one, just like the Changming Pagoda in front of the Buddha statue. The lights are flickering, and the blurred light dyes the flower building a different kind of red. Looking down, the bottom is dark and enchanting, as if it is another decadent world, red men and green women, and all living beings.

She walked in the corridor where the light could not shine, and there was a dull wheezing sound from the dark corner next to her, and the black shadows overlapped and violently volleyed. She heard a moaning and moaning like a cry of pain and pleasure, and as it passed by it quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Suddenly, a glimmer of dazzling light appeared in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help covering her forehead with her hands and closing her eyes. After a while, she heard someone laughing and scolding, and when she opened her eyes again, there was a door in front of her.

She opened the door and saw that there was a table in the room where people were playing horse tags, one sitting in the south, east, west, and northwest, with white flowers and silver in hand, and beautiful women in bright clothes beside her.

Among the crowd, she saw him again, he was wearing an ink robe, green silk was tied high with black jade buttons, deep eyebrows and heavy eyes, and beautiful facial features. The beauty sitting on his lap was smiling, holding his cigarette stick in one hand and drawing cards for him in the other. When the cards arrived, he frowned slightly, as if he disliked the bad cards.

She looked at it for a while, walked straight over, grabbed the beauty's black hair and pulled her down hard, and then lifted her skirt and sat on his lap, as if this son should have been hers.

The crowd laughed and whistled. She took possession of the magpie's nest, turned a blind eye, stretched out her slender hand, and brought him a card.

Win!

She looked up at him with a smile on her face; He stared into her eyes, took a deep breath of his cigarette holder, and the white smoke blurred the smile between his brows.

"Is that you?"

"It's me."

The pointed fingers of the onion tapped at his heart, and he threw down the horse tag in his hand, and carried her away on his shoulder, just as the hunter carried the deer he had hunted, and carried it to the house, and threw it on the couch to be skinned and boned.

She resisted, hitting him a few times without a hint of pain, before slipping away from him. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled hard, and grabbed her back into his arms.

"What's your name?" His kiss fell roughly on her neck, and his fingers rubbed like sand against the hem of her garment, pulling and pulling it, and the garment fell to the ground.

She hummed in a nasal voice, curled her tongue seductively, and said two words: "Erniang." ”

"Remembered."

He murmured, eagerly holding her waist and placing her on the table. She sat with her legs apart, like a blooming demon flower, waiting for him to pick it.

He took off his clothes and went into battle with a gun. She smiled, looking at his face, not daring to look at it. He lowered his head and grabbed her mouth, which burned from her lips until it softened her body, and then he charged.

"Ahh

With a coquettish groan, the plain silk under the (Dianyue) fell on the red stains, little by little like red plums in the snow. He looked down at it, gasped and asked, "Are you a chick?" ”

She didn't answer, her heart broke to despair under her bewitching skin. She gritted her teeth, drank hatred, and let him lay the cloth. He was like a wolf that smelled blood, biting her throat and sparing no effort to exert his strength.

The sound of the feet grinding on the desk changed from light to loud, from slow to fast, and she opened her confused eyes and saw that the entire flower building was shaking. She wept in pain, couldn't stop crying, and twisted her waist to kick him out.

"I can't stand it, stop ......"

He didn't listen, and increased his strength, ruthless and deep.

There was a hot heat in his abdomen, as if hot iron had been poured into it. Wei Jiang woke up in pain and opened his eyes in shock. It took a while for her to see what she was seeing.

This is not Hualou, this is her home; She is not Er Niang, she is Wei Jiang.

It turned out to be a nightmare. The dream was her past life, and everything related to him was premeditated. She still remembers the first time she had been happy with him, and she wanted to peel off a layer of her skin.

Fortunately, the nightmare is over, and she can choose again in this life.

Wei Jiang took a deep breath and returned his heart to its original place. She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks, got up and prepared to go back to her room, when suddenly a stream of heat poured out from between her legs. She was frightened and hurriedly ran back to the room to see, it turned out to be dehydration.

Wei Jiang took out a few pieces of clean cloth and stuffed them into his crotch haphazardly. She wanted to forget that dream, but little by little, his afterimage lurked in the tip of her heart, waiting for an opportunity to move.