"Girl, girl!" The raised voice of the shopkeeper made Cen Kexuan, who had his brain empty, finally come back to his senses, and only listened to the little second: "I said that you don't live in the store, if you don't live in the store, please go outside, don't block here." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She came back to her senses and realized that it was important to get down to business. He took some pieces of silver out of his sleeve and laid them on the counter. Although the attitude of the little second made her so angry that she wanted to leave immediately, but after thinking about it, there was no reason to get along with herself, this little second in the store obviously saw the money, in case the elder brother lived in this inn, wouldn't he be a big loss. Moreover, these small people in the market, why should they be like him.

When the little second saw the silver, he really changed his face. Cen Kexuan's face was not good, and he said with some displeasure: "Have you ever had a guest named Cen Zifei here?" The shopkeeper hurriedly put away the silver and hid it in his sleeve, then raised his head and said with a smile: "No." Cen Kexuan was so angry that he wanted to slap him, and asked again unwillingly: "Really not?" "Not really." "Don't even have the surname Cen?" The shopkeeper suddenly smiled and said: "There are very few people with the surname Cen, if there is, I will naturally remember it." ”

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "And what young men have come to stay with lately?" The shopkeeper didn't understand what he meant, and suddenly smiled lewdly: "If the girl wants to find a young man, I have a way." In the Yuyan Tower in front, in addition to those rich businessmen and giants, there are also many merry men and young chivalrous ......"

Cen Kexuan glared at him, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists. The shopkeeper's eyes were very sharp, and when he saw that Cen Kexuan's face was wrong, he said, "Isn't the girl angry?" I'm embarrassed to ask but I'm embarrassed to listen to my method, I'm this-" Before he finished speaking, he saw Cen Kexuan stretch out a finger, and in an instant, his voice stopped abruptly. He had a long mouth, opening and closing, but he couldn't speak, only his eyes were turning around urgently.

Cen Kexuan snorted arrogantly, turned around and walked out of the inn. Or Shulan is right, for those who like to talk nonsense, you don't need to talk to him more, just put it down.

There are only a few inns in the whole town, including some more dilapidated accommodations, Cen Kexuan asked them one by one, tired all afternoon, but there was no gain. At this time, the sun was sinking, physically and mentally exhausted, and she didn't know if there was anything going on in the Jinlin Inn, she stared blankly at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, and for a moment she had an indescribable sense of powerlessness. In the vast sea of people, how can she find someone who is hidden?

"Girl, buy a box of rouge." She heard someone's voice, turned her head, and found herself standing on a stall selling rouge, all kinds of rouge gouache are dazzling, lined with all kinds of colorful patterns on the box, extremely eye-catching. The lady was about forty years old, smiling, her hair wrapped in a cloth towel embroidered with light blue flowers, and her face was ruddy, and she was looking at her at the moment, trying to sell her goods.

"This rouge was collected by me from a merchant in Luoyang a few days ago, it is much easier to use than in this town, why don't you buy it and try it." The lady said.

"Rouge?" Cen Kexuan took a step forward and hesitantly picked up a box, which was a white porcelain box with a delicate and delicate orchid pattern on it, and when he opened it, it was filled with pink rouge. She leaned in and sniffed, and was suddenly stunned.

That year's Lantern Festival was also the day when my aunt got married. She saw that the little aunt had spent the whole day grooming in the house, and in the night breeze, the green wicker reflected the red window flowers, and the girls were busy in the room, and the little aunt was dressed up in a red state, with crimson rouge on her face, red clothes and headscarves, and beaded flowers on her head, and then she was happily sent away from the Cen family. The whole Cen family was noisy with gongs and drums, and it was very lively, and the sound of suona was higher than a while. Cen Kexuan stood under the peach tree in the courtyard, pulled Cen Zifei's sleeve next to him, and frowned: "Brother, my little aunt is married, won't she live with us?" Although the little aunt has always favored her brother, she is not bad for Cen Kexuan, the child is simple-minded, and when she saw her leave suddenly, she was naturally reluctant.

Cen Zifei nodded as a matter of course and said, "My little aunt is married, so she will naturally be considered from another family from tomorrow." ”

"Ah-" Cen Kexuan looked at him in surprise: "How can this be, doesn't that little aunt come back?" ”

Cen Zifei thought for a while before he said, "It's probably a New Year's holiday, so I can come back and see it occasionally." ”

Cen Kexuan looked sullenly at the red sedan chair that came to pick up the little aunt, and was carried to the door with a shake, and the other direction was the little aunt's boudoir, behind the square curtains, you could see the little aunt's pointed chin, covered by a red turban, festive but mysterious. She looked at it in a daze for a long time, and suddenly a strange feeling welled up in her heart, and she was silent for a long time before she said in a low voice as if she were talking to herself: "Then Kexuan will not marry in the future, and will always be with his brother and father." ”

Cen Zifei turned his face, was slightly surprised for a moment, and then poked her forehead, already laughing: "Fool, girls are going to get married when they grow up, how can your father and mother allow you to stay at home?" There was a doting smile in his eyes. Cen Kexuan suddenly stopped talking, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking. The sound of gongs and drums gradually faded away, and the bride in red stretched out her head to look at it, and shouted inside: "Kexuan, Zifei, what are you talking about?" Come out, my little aunt is going to get into the sedan chair. ”

"Got it." Cen Zi responded, took his sister's hand and was about to go out. Cen Kexuan stood still, raised his head and said with a puzzled face: "Brother is also going to marry a bride in the future?" Wearing a red wedding dress. As she spoke, she pointed at the little aunt who was sent away, then frowned and looked at Cen Zifei again.

Cen Zifei was stunned, and he didn't know how to respond for a while. She looked straight at the little boy with a beautiful face in front of her, and her eyes suddenly showed a look of expectation, like the stars in the sky lit up instantly. She asked him: "Brother, is it okay for Kexuan to marry his brother when he grows up?" "The sound of childishness and innocence mixed with the noisy sound of gongs and drums echoes in the night, but they are separated.

Cen Zifei had never refused any of her requests, but that time, he was stunned for a long time before finally touching her hair and whispering: "On the day of Ke Xuan's marriage, my brother will personally send Ke Xuan to the sedan chair." "It's a promise as a brother. However, when she was young at the time, she didn't understand why her brother who loved her so much always refused to marry her, and only remembered clearly that the bright red colored silk that night filled the courtyard and her stunned expression were reflected in Cen Zifei's dark pupils, just like the reflection in the water, swaying endlessly.

Thinking of this, Cen Kexuan's nose suddenly became sour. is a young child, of course, he doesn't know what marriage is, what love is, and he just hopes to never be separated from his father and brother who love him. But now, she is really about to get married, where is the person who promised to send her to the sedan chair in person?

Brother, are you real, have you forgotten it?