Seeing this, Qing Mu was a little uncomfortable and looked at Han Xiyi.

Han Xiyi smiled softly at her, "It's very quiet here. ”

He didn't care about the eyes of these rural believers, and his whole heart was on the Guo family's mother and daughter, while constantly following the Wu family up the bluestone steps, while talking softly and mutely.

Under the ginkgo tree, everyone whispered to each other, guessing who they were.

The young man didn't know when he had withdrawn his gaze, and he didn't know what to think.

I heard that the eldest brother over there was still pleading with Fu'er, and suddenly said, "Big brother, don't do it!" ”

The eldest brother hurriedly turned back and looked at him with an inquiring gaze, but he was silent.

At this time, another pilgrim came to buy fish for release, and the eldest brother was busy greeting.

Fu'er also looked at Han Xiyi with bright eyes, and suddenly the eldest brother was called away by the brother, and he couldn't help but be stunned - don't want the lucky bag?

She secretly glanced at the two brothers over there, and was very hesitant in her heart.

Love is the most wonderful feeling in the world.

It can transcend wealth, status, and even looks and age, and there is no reason for it.

The Zhao family, a pair of distant cousins, has no tiles on the top and no land on the bottom, but after Fu'er met them twice, he could never forget them. Especially that brother, she was really impressed. Therefore, in the past, she worked at home, and her mother came to the temple to sell blessing bags, but today she mustered up the courage to come in person. Before refusing to sell the lucky bag to the eldest brother, in addition to the reason why she was reluctant to sell it because it was woven by the Weaver Girl, there was also a meaning: she wanted to sell what she had knitted to their brother.

However, her insistence made him retreat.

She peeked at her brother. I think he seems to be a little depressed.

He never looked this way again.

Before, he had seen her here a lot.

She thought for a while. He took out the dumb blessing bag, quickly threaded two symmetrical blessing characters on the mouth of the bag, and then picked out one from the basket, sent it to his brother, and handed it to the eldest brother.

The eldest brother subconsciously caught it, and without waiting for him to speak, Fu'er turned around and left.

The eldest brother didn't have time to call her. Sent the lucky bag to his younger brother and asked.

Do you want more?

The young man wanted to say no, but he couldn't open his mouth.

He looked at the delicate little bag. At a glance, I recognized that the two blessing words at the mouth of the bag were written by another person, and the blessing bag itself was not a style. Sink into your arms. His gaze softened.

The eldest brother smiled and took a tael of silver to give to Fu'er.

He also learned from Fu'er, said "Thank you Miss Fu'er", dropped the money and left.

Fu'er was very annoyed, and without saying a word, she took the silver and sent it over, and she also lost the silver and left.

The eldest brother hurriedly shouted: "Miss Fu'er, this is the money to buy the bag!" ”

The old man took in this scene, hated iron and steel, and said: "This fool! They will scarce your money. They won't send you bags anymore! ”

When the eldest brother heard this, he pinched the silver in a daze.

The young man bowed his head. Not a word.

The eldest brother turned his face and saw that his beard couldn't stop shaking, and he didn't know why.

"Miss Fu'er, I'll catch some fish for you when I go back."

He came up with a way to deal with it, smiling and promised.

Although Fu'er lowered her head and didn't say a word, her earlobes were red.

Giving her the fish, she thinks it's not bad, it's closer than giving silver. Besides, don't you have to come to the door to deliver fish, and when the time comes, you will leave them for a meal, and you will be familiar with it.

When his brother's fish were all sold, he stopped staying, and the eldest brother took the fish basin, greeted the villagers, and walked to the port.

After walking a few steps, the younger brother looked back into the shade of the ginkgo tree.

The phoenix tail fluttering, vividly.

One more look at the temple before withdrawing his gaze and leaving.

Fu'er didn't look up, but she knew that he had turned back.

Is it to look at her?

In the Guanyin Temple, Han Xiyi was talking to the mother and daughter of the Guo family.

He has always been free and easy, knowledgeable, courteous and courteous, and his gestures are natural, and today facing the mother and daughter of the Guo family, talking and laughing is even more comfortable. It's not that he deliberately socializes, but every time he touches the dumb black eyes, he completely falls, and all his words and actions are expressed before he has time to think about it, straight out of his heart, and more sincere.

Wu saw his mind clearly.

The dumbness also felt it, and I felt uncomfortable again.

Talking to Han Xiyi is like a spring breeze, and she can also increase her knowledge, she likes it very much. However, since she realized his love for her, she did not know how to deal with it. At first, I thought that Yan Weiyang liked him, but later Yan Weiyang was married, but she was still uncomfortable, so I don't know why.

Like this, he looked at her, his starry eyes were as warm as jade, and Ye Ye was shining, and she was uncomfortable.

She had experienced love and felt that it was not tempting shyness and avoidance.

She wasn't very reserved and arrogant, so she wanted to figure it out.

"Didn't you say there was going to be a lottery?" She asked.

"Of course. Wait, girl, I'll smoke one. Han Xiyi said with a smile.

He confessed to Wu again, knelt in front of the statue of Guanyin, respectfully kowtowed, and shook lots.

Then he went to the inner room to find the old monk to exchange the signature.

When I opened the yellow paper, I smiled.

The signature is also a poem:

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, come in the middle of the night, and go in the morning.

He frowned and glanced at the old monk, and strongly slandered: The signature of a small temple in a village, if you make such a poem on the signature, can those village husbands and women understand the meaning of it? Can the old monk understand it himself? Don't know how to solve it?

He has chewed this poem for many years, and now it appears on the signature, what does it mean?

Glancing at the label again, it was the top sign, and my heart moved.

It's a good sign!

Generally speaking, the signing is too satisfying, while the water is full and overflowing, and the moon is full and losing.

There is room for winning the lottery, which is just right.

He glanced at the shriveled old monk again, and decided to try him to see if this small temple was bluffing, because he stepped forward to present the signature, and said respectfully: "Please ask the master to solve the boy's doubts!" ”

The old monk opened his eyes and glanced at the signature.

"It's a good sign!" He said. "However, the gains and losses are still in the donor's thoughts."

This was inexplicable, and Han Xiyi was a little unsure.

After coming out, he asked him with curiosity: "What sign?" ”

Han Xiyi smiled and handed her the signature.

Dumb took a look. She also knows that this poem can be used as a signature to correspond to personnel, but its meaning is a little difficult to determine.

For he asked him, "What do you mean?" ”

Han Xiyi said: "Naturally, it refers to a matter of the foolish brother's heart. ”

The look of determination in his eyes showed that he had understood the meaning of the sign, and his clear and soft voice when he spoke to Qing Mu revealed this "heart".

But he felt that he was too vague when he said it, and asked, "What's on your mind?" ”

Wasn't he chasing her?

Then she should make it clear, and she can sort out her own thoughts.

Han Xiyi blushed a little embarrassed under her clear gaze.

He also wanted to confide in her. But now is not the time!

It's not a place, and there's a Wu staring at it next to it.

So he softly coaxed: "The girl will naturally know in the future." ”

Seeing the two of them asking questions, Wu also came over and asked what was drawn.

I heard that it was a lottery. Busy laughing and saying yes, this is a good sign.

She was full of smiles, thinking that she had been guided by the Bodhisattva, and her daughter was destined for life.

Speaking of which. The dumb marriage has become a problem for her.

On the one hand. was dumb and capable, and was given the title of "Weaver Girl", and the whole family refused to wronged her, vowing to marry her as she wished; On the other hand, no matter how strong she is, it is an indisputable fact that she has withdrawn from her family three times, so even if she pays a little attention to her family reputation, she must also take care of her reputation. refused to marry the Guo family.

This is not the case if the high is not low.

It's not easy to pick from a small household.

It's too bad, don't say it's dumb, and you can't look down on it, and you can't look down on it as a father!

Now where can I find a son-in-law who is suitable?

The young master of the official family doesn't have to think about it. Among the businessmen's children, Han Xiyi is the only one left to pick and choose. Moreover, when he was embarrassed by the Guo family in the Xia family, he was not afraid of power and stood on the side of the Guo family, and he had no temperament. Today's incense coincidence, she no longer hesitated.

Thinking like this in his heart, his face came out, and he was very kind to Han Xiyi.

Han Xiyi naturally felt it, and he was even more happy.

It was not too early, and the temple came to invite them to the backyard for fasting.

Wuqiao Guanyin Temple is only a small village temple, there is no special meditation room for distinguished guests, and the temple Zhu gave up his own quiet room for them to fast. Zhai meals are very ordinary, they are all farm vegetables, but Han Xiyi and Qingdu both think that the taste is very good, and they both eat with relish.

Han Xiyi eats elegantly, and has more quality than the quiet dumb.

Wu didn't know what to eat at all, and patronized to see the two of them go.

Qing Du looked at her in his eyes and made a decision in his heart.

After the meal, she said to Wu: "Mother, I want to go to see the bridge with Brother Han." ”

One of the major features of the water town is the various stone bridges, no matter how the scenery changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, they all have their own flavors. There are five stone bridges in Wuqiao Village, so it is natural for Qingdue to go and see them.

Wu Shi hurriedly said: "My mother also wants to see it." Let's go together. ”

Of course, she didn't worry about being dumb and going out alone with Han Xiyi.

However, as long as they are under their noses, say whatever they say is up to them.

Looking at Han Xiyi dumbly, Han Xiyi hurriedly smiled and said, "Let's go together!" ”

So the group left the temple and went to the field.

After walking for a while, several daughters-in-law of the Wu family and Yang Anping's family pointed at the field, and gradually fell behind; And the thin waist and the little sister have been following behind Qingdu and Han Xiyi, and Han Xiyi's little girl Xiu'er is also there.

Soon they came to a stop at a stone arch bridge.

This is a small single-door culvert arch bridge, not made of large bluestone slabs, but made of irregular large stones, and somehow it is so neatly made that it will not fall apart.

There is a big willow tree at the head of the bridge, and thousands of golden threads are falling, graceful and colorful.

A flock of ducks play in the water under the bridge, and the spring is bright on both sides of the river.

After Han Xiyi praised it, he told Qingmu about the various stone bridges he had seen.

When he was talking about it, he suddenly felt a little quiet around him.

In the blink of an eye, Qing Mu was looking at him, his dark eyes pure and flawless.

"Miss Guo!" He couldn't help but whisper.

"You want to go to my house to propose?" Dumb asked.

Han Xiyi was shocked by her boldness, and didn't know how to reply for a while.

"Why do you like me?" Qing Mu asked seriously, "I guess you used to like Miss Xie, right?" That's why I never married. ”

Han Xiyi's heart moved, and he was faintly happy.

Is she jealous?

He looked at the girl, his eyes were gentle and bright, just like the spring sun.

The dumb bathed in the sunshine, waiting for him to answer.

He did not answer immediately, but looked at the weeping willow at the head of the bridge and smiled.

Then he said softly, "I did like Miss Xie." However, after Miss Xie chose Brother Fang, although I sank for a while, I have completely abandoned this heart. Who else would I become? They're all my best friends. I have been delaying and not choosing a relative, for two reasons: first, Miss Xie is the best among women, and after her, it is really difficult for me to be tempted by people. Second, if I am not tempted, if I set a life at will, don't say that I am unwilling and unfair to others. - If you can't love her with all your heart, won't you wronged her by marrying her? ”

Dumb understood, this is Yan Weiyang.

Han Xiyi retracted his gaze at this time and looked directly into his dumb eyes, "I don't know when it started, I finally got tempted again." The girl doesn't have to doubt my sincerity. I had also wondered if I had considered a girl to be a 'second-best' choice. It wasn't until Brother Fang and Miss Xie divorced that I really understood myself: I was very angry, and even had a big quarrel with him, but I never had the idea of going back to Miss Xie again. Not at all! ”

His eyes were blazing and full of love.

Completely and neatly, without a hint of other emotions.

Qing Mu believed him, and he was also a little touched.

But that doesn't mean she's willing to accept him.

She asked again, "If Xie Yinyue and I fight, who will you help?" ”

She thought he would say, "Don't help each other."

At this moment, Han Xiyi felt that she was like a child, as if asking, "Who are you helping when we quarrel?" ”

His heart was overflowing with tenderness, he could hardly control himself, he wanted to take her into his arms and take care of her, but he was afraid of her thoughts, and he was hindered by the thin waist and the little sister behind him, so he chuckled and asked, "Doesn't the girl know?" ”

Dumb and innocent: "How do I know! ”

Really, boys' hearts and girls better not guess.

I don't understand it even if I guess it!

Han Xiyi sighed: "Didn't I already make a choice!" In the last homicide, I didn't know if Miss Xie had wronged the girl, but I chose to help the girl; This time, Xia Liuxing wants to marry a girl, and I don't know if Miss Xie is doing something behind, so I choose to help the girl. I trust the girl with all my heart. ”

Dumb and silent.

She turned her gaze to the water.

In the distance, there was a boat floating on the water.

Standing at the bow of the boat, with a bearded face, it was the carp seller.

Thinking of the pair of carp, it can be regarded as a catastrophe before "a lover finally becomes a family".

I heard Han Xiyi say again: "Lifetime events are not child's play, girls don't have to rush to make a decision, think about it." Foolish brother can afford to wait. Even if the girl refuses in the end, the foolish brother won't blame you. ”

Qing Du suddenly turned his head and asked: "Your family has three wives and four concubines. I don't want a husband to take a concubine! I want to be a couple for the rest of my life! ”

Can you do it?

Han Xiyi was shocked.

He frowned and thought carefully.

After a while, he said seriously: "Don't tell the girl, the heir is the most important." If I can't continue the incense, I'm afraid I won't be able to take a concubine; As long as I give birth to a son, I can promise to convince my elders that I will never take a concubine to block my wife. ”

Qing was dumb and said: "How many sons do you count?" If you want to take a concubine, you can't say that you are not enough. ”

Han Xiyi saw that she was indifferently discussing having a child with her, and a strange feeling rose in her heart. Forcibly throbbing, he said softly: "As long as I have a son, I can promise not to take a concubine!" Of course, more is better. ”

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival friends! Eat less mooncakes! There are a few days left at the end of the month, so search the ticket folder to support the water town! Expect!!! (To be continued......)