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Si Xiao was in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lined with red velvet curtains, as beautiful as a spring branch jade tree, glanced at Sun Jing's figure outside the window, and glanced at Si Ling again.

Si Ling danced, stepping on the dance steps he taught, his head tilted slightly, the hairband floated down, the corners of his mouth smiled a little, but somewhere on his body was closed, consciously, with anger and fear, tightly closed, like a mussel.

As the night deepened, there was a call to find Chen Dashuai. After Chen Dashuai took it, his face darkened, he didn't say a word, and finally left the dance hall ahead of schedule. He didn't want to tell the bad news, but a few guests were also important members, and they received urgent letters from their subordinates and small servants, so the news gradually spread: the northern Jiangsu region was harassed by ****, **** fought bravely, and finally lost.

The dance music gradually faded, the uneasy voices of each other increased, the atmosphere of the wedding banquet finally faded, and it was time to end. Mrs. Chen said that she was still young and sleepy, so she went back to sleep first.

Si Xiao escorted Sun Jing back to Sun's house before returning. The clouds in the sky are piled up one by one, the moon only shows its face in the gap between the clouds, the rain is approaching, the Chen family is silent, almost everyone who should sleep has slept, Sixiao also went back to the room, stood up, listened to the sound of the night wind tiptoeing through the treetops, suddenly touched his heart, and quietly opened the door and came out.

Walking through the moonlit and swarthy Shuirong Pavilion, passing through the snow-white carved side door, and bypassing the short section of the hand-copying verandah that combines Chinese and Western styles, all the footprints of the guests are annihilated, and the building quietly shows its own beauty. In the side building, in the empty house where Aunt Zhu lived, there was a figure in the window, like a ghost.

It was Si Ling, who was draped in a thin ink-colored robe, in front of the window, the makeup powder was washed, even the wig was removed, and the messy hair was spread out in a short way, revealing the delicate earlobes, like a small and pretty meat bead, just asking someone to bite it.

Her eyes were in the shadow of her bangs, looking at Sixiao.

Si Xiao paced out of the verandah. He stood by the willow branches, did not take any further steps, and asked her, "Have you drunk?" ”

Through the shadow of the willow window, he couldn't even see the color on her face, let alone smell the breath on her body, but he knew.

If you live in the land of cherry blossoms for too long, the spring flowers are blooming, and the cherry clouds are blooming, even if you have a cloth in your eyes and a heavy cold and a nose, you will still know.

Si Ling nodded and raised the bottle in his hand: "They're all gone, I'll bring a bottle of red wine." ”

Si Xiao sighed: "Either you don't touch it, or you don't have a bottle." What brand, what degree? ”

Si Ling shook his head: "I don't pay attention to it, I feel a little cut at the entrance, and then it will be sweet." Why don't you take a look? ”

Si Xiao looked at her hands, white, in the night, slender, like a banshee's song. The sailor said that if he crashed into the song, he would be preyed, but he was not lucky.

He didn't step forward, but asked, "Can't you see it yourself?" ”

"I can't see clearly." Si Ling said, "I'm drunk. ”

At this time, she confessed that she was drunk. A girl who can already accept the pursuit and consideration of marriage by her sons and brothers can't get drunk once, isn't it too much to say? She asked, "What about Sister Sun?" ”

"Sent back."

"Not sleeping here?"

"Look at what you said," Si Xiao was a little amused and a little resentful, "It's just an engagement, not a marriage, how can she sleep here." ”

"Actually, it's nothing." Si Ling said slowly.

There are many rooms in the house. Besides, this kind of thing, many people don't mind it now.

Si Xiao's hand was in his sleeve, clenched into a fist, and he didn't think it himself: "Then it's okay if I'm old-fashioned." ”

If you throw off this sentence, you can turn around and leave. Or not to go, why? He didn't even know about it. Can't enter, can't retreat, stuck here, like a worm trapped in the quagmire of demon songs, even if you don't catch food, trapped here will be trapped alive.

Si Ling held the thin neck of the red wine bottle in his hand, supported the bottom of the wine bottle on his knees, slowly lowered his wrists, and raised it again, seeing that the wine surface was slanted and flat.

Like the sun rises and the moon sets, things are not people, but there is no trace.

The night breeze blew from her to him, and Si Xiao could smell her fragrance. It is probably too vulgar to say that the incense is from the skin and soul, and the breath that belongs to her, the summer twilight rose, blooms in the shadows. If he stretched out his hand, he could touch the hot, trembling roses.

Both of them were silent. She didn't look at him, wonderful, he didn't look at her, but out of the corners of their eyes, they knew that such a person was there. It's just there, and I don't know what to do with Nai.

The nightingale sang again and again, and was also tired, and thought about it: "How about the money you have in hand?" Wouldn't be nervous, would you? ”

Hey? Is he drunk or is she drunk? How can children who grow up in an environment like theirs talk about using money.

Si Ling said: "I'm fine. ”

"It's better to be careful, big brother can't protect you for a lifetime." Si Xiao said.

Si Ling held his head and responded, and Si Xiao retreated. The nightingale stayed for a while, and suddenly let go of his voice to sing, Si Ling's hand shook, and the wine bottle rolled down his robe to the ground, and the wine flowed out. Grapes died decades ago, and their souls were imprisoned and sealed, and now they are bubbling back to dust. Si Ling's heels were cold, she lifted her robe, threw down the empty wine bottle and the wet ground, and went back, and the rain fell on her footsteps. The next day, she had a severe headache.

And Sixiao's decision to change the system happened earlier than expected. For this, Chen Dashuai really scolded Sixiao, but it did not evolve to the point of expelling his son and asking his daughter-in-law to take him in, a big reason was due to Jiang Churen's mediation.

Having said that, this incident will happen early, and it is also thanks to the Jiang Chu people.

That day, it was a coincidence, and Jiang Churen urged Mrs. Jiang again and again, and cheekily visited the Chen family. Jiang Churen felt embarrassed herself, and Mrs. Jiang said, "Who told you that you didn't go to the last dance?" Mrs. Chen's kindness! Look, I also specially asked someone to give gifts. ”

It is a handful of Tibetan incense, a lotus copper furnace imitating Xuande in the Qianlong period, a pair of Jiandao wine sealed with red lacquer, and a moon cake with a gold box, which is indeed polite enough. In fact, it was just because of the last engagement banquet, Mrs. Jiang's gift was too heavy, and Mrs. Chen did not plan to sell her daughter to them, so she owed them a favor meaninglessly, and took advantage of the half-moon festival to repay the gift.