"Miss Xie is here, and the general is in the martial arts training ground."

At the gate of the southern barracks, a small soldier looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and said hello familiarly. Another soldier came running not far away and listened, and only after the woman walked away did he dare to ask in a low voice: "Brother Liu, how can this woman enter and leave the barracks at will!" ”

"Shhhh The previous little soldier saw that the woman was walking away, so he explained in a low voice: "You haven't been here for a long time and you don't know, she is our general's sweetheart, you have to be respectful when you see it in the future, she is the general's wife who is ironclad." ”

Xu is young, the little soldier asked puzzledly, "General's wife?" But our general and her look like they are not too young, why didn't they get married earlier? ”

"This ......" this little soldier really doesn't know.

Since the general and Miss Xie met, anyone with a discerning eye can see that they are happy with each other, but they don't know if they are more mature and stable the older they get. After grinding, I saw that these little soldiers of them were anxious.

In the years they have been dragging on, the babies of the generals next door can come to their southern border.

On the martial arts training ground, Bu Qingfeng saw Xie Jiaren, habitually grim face, saw that she was still carrying a package in her hand, and said in a gentle tone: "Most of the military camps wear military uniforms, and you haven't finished wearing what you got last time, so don't do it again next time." ”

Xie Jiaren smiled lightly, and opened the package by herself: "I didn't make clothes for you this time, I saw that your shoes were broken last time, so I learned to make a few pairs when I was fine, and put them on to see if they fit." ”

"There are also shoes in the army, so you don't have to bother so much." said the words of refusal, but Bu Qingfeng habitually reached out to take it, then found a stake to sit down, and showed it to her on the spot.

The casual appearance of the two getting along with each other falls in the eyes of others, like an old husband and wife who have been married for many years.

Seeing that he had changed into shoes, Xie Jiaren looked left and right, and nodded with satisfaction: "Your toes are wide, this time it may be narrower, you should be comfortable for two days, I will make it bigger for you next time." ”

Hearing this, Bu Qingfeng lowered his eyes and looked at the shoes on his feet, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth could no longer be hidden.

The two were silent for a moment, Xie Jiaren looked up at the sky, saw that the hour was not early, and said softly: "This time the caravan came in a bit of a hurry, and they are still waiting for me at the end of the avenue, I won't stay long, I have to go." She straightened his shirt, and her beautiful eyes were a little reluctant.

It's a pity that the general in the relationship is a naïve, and he didn't notice the reluctance in the eyes of others.

Seeing that he was still grinning at himself and smirking, Xie Jiaren frowned slightly, looked directly at his black eyes, and asked him, "I'm leaving soon, don't you have anything to say to me?" ”

What words?

Bu Qingfeng was stunned, and quickly took out a hairpin from his arms: "This is my own carving, it is your favorite cuckoo bird." As he spoke, he didn't ask her if he liked it or not, he directly pulled out the green hairpin on her head and inserted his own wooden hairpin.

His subordinates said that the gift is expensive and depends on the heart. Miss Xie now has a lot of money, and giving those gold, silver and jade items is to bury others, and people don't like it, so it is the most sincere to make one yourself.

No, a few days ago, when she came back, he worked hard day and night to carve this hairpin.

Now looking at the hairpin on her head, I feel beautiful in my heart, it looks weird and good-looking.

Xie Jiaren was stunned by his operation, glared at him in annoyance, snatched his emerald hairpin, turned around and left.

Knowing that she was busy, Bu Qingfeng didn't plan to chase her, standing in place, holding the package, still wondering whether she liked the hairpin or not.

The soldiers passing by shook their heads secretly when they saw this wave of operations by their generals. They are both civil and military, and they don't look stupid! Why don't you open your mind every time!

On the other side, in the carriage of the caravan, a new little girl saw her looking at the wooden hairpin in her hand in a daze, and asked innocently: "Fourth girl, when will you and the general get married?" ”

Xie Jiaren put away the hairpin, glanced at her lightly, and ignored it. The little girl was bored, and got out of the carriage by herself.

For some reason, Xie Jiaren suddenly remembered his first encounter with the general. At that time, he was riding on a high horse, and she looked up, as if time had been frozen, and before she knew it, ten years had passed in a hurry, and she was no longer young.

When to get married?

She really wanted to ask the idiot, when would she marry her? If you don't marry her, she will be old.

……

When Xie Jiaren returned to Danzhou, he happened to meet Xie Wuping, who had returned from Chang'an, and remembered that today was their mother's death day.

In Xie Mansion, some secrets are no longer secrets, such as Xie Wuping, who everyone thinks is Mrs. Xie's biological son, but in fact he is also his aunt's child. At that time, Mrs. Xie's child lost her breath when she was in the womb, and their father was afraid that Mrs. Xie would be sad, so he replaced the dead child with Xie Wuping.

Sadly, Mrs. Xie thought until she died that Xie Tingzhou killed the child.

And what Xie Wuping came back to worship was naturally Mrs. Xie, who he always thought was his own mother, and they called her mother from childhood to adulthood.

Xie Wuping came back with his eldest son this time, and when he saw that the fourth sister was still alone, and remembered her affairs with the general of the southern border over the years, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh lightly.

Xie Jiaren peeled an orange for his nephew and asked him, "How many days will you come back this time?" ”

"Ten days at most, I will leave after sweeping my mother's grave." After thinking about it, Xie Wuping saw that she nodded casually, didn't hold back, and asked lightly: "......What is the matter between my sister and the general of the southern border?" Seeing her pause, Xie Wuping didn't ask any more.

And Xie Jiaren was silent for a moment and smiled self-deprecatingly.

She and Bu Qingfeng are happy, this is something that everyone and them know. But Bu Qingfeng is a little sluggish in terms of children's affection, and the pride is like Xie Jiaren, but after going through the Taishou Mansion, every time he faces Bu Qingfeng, the former pride will always be mixed with inferiority.

If she was still the Xie Jiaren without any stain, even if she was not young, she should boldly ask the sentence 'When will you marry me'. But now she is timid.

Now, it's her who doesn't deserve him.

The next day, Xie Jiaren took Xie Wuping and his son to sweep Mrs. Xie's grave. Then sat in front of the tomb a drunken old man with messy hair.

Xie Wuping was a little surprised, but Xie Jiaren was used to it. Since Mrs. Xie's death, their father has been crazy, and it is rare that even if he is crazy, he can still remember that today is Mrs. Xie's death day.

She placed a pillar of incense on Mrs. Xie and the tomb next to her, and asked Xie Wuping's son to kowtow three times in front of the grave next to her.

Xie Wuping knew who the other tomb was, and if others didn't say it, he would treat it as if he didn't know and wouldn't ask. When Mrs. Xie died, she left a message and did not bury the ancestral grave of the Xie family, and those people in the Xie family did not want to abide by it, but in the end, Xie Jiaren took people to tear them up, and those people were subdued, so that Mrs. Xie's coffin was snatched and buried next to their biological mother.

After Mrs. Xie's death, Xie Wuping left with his son, and Xie Jiaren was sent all the way to the city gate. Ben's expression, which had always been cold and indifferent, turned red when he heard the child's "Auntie goodbye".

On the way back, she watched people coming and going, some families of three were happy, and some of the little two were affectionate, as if she was the only one, lonely.

She walked unhurriedly, and when she passed by a private school, she heard the sound of children reading aloud: "The situation does not treat people, and it must be ......."

"The situation does not treat people, and it must be a thread." She recited a sentence silently, and suddenly, the depression in her heart seemed to be opened, and she suddenly figured out a lot.

Life is too short, why should I dwell on the misfortunes of the past, and dare not dare to take that step first?

A few days later, Bu Qingfeng, who was far away in the south, received a hot red invitation, and when he saw the contents, his face changed greatly, and he rode to Danzhou.

His subordinates asked him, "Where is the general going in a hurry?" The general on horseback dropped: "Grab a kiss!" The word "" and rushed away without stopping.

As soon as these words came out, the deputy general was so frightened that he hurriedly asked people to hurry up with the dowry that had been prepared.

On that day, at the gate of Danzhou City, the four girls of the Xie family, who were already half-old, stood under the city gate in a fiery red wedding dress, and behind her was her ten-mile red makeup. The people crowded around and waited for a morning without seeing the groom who came to greet them.

Just when everyone was about to laugh on the spot, a sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance, and the leader was dressed in a military uniform, with a big red flower hanging on his chest, a dignified, handsome and extraordinary general.

The general approached the horse, stretched out his hand to the red-dressed bride, smiled warmly, and said, "Fourth Miss Xie, I will marry you in the future." ”

The girl smiled and bent her eyebrows, even though the fine lines at the corners of her eyes proved that she was no longer young, but she was still beautiful. She stretched out her hand, gently put it in his palm, and said with a light smile: "Although it is late, it is not too late." ”

On that day, the four girls of the Xie family, who had lost their sons and were widowed, were dressed in red and married the Ruyi Langjun in the hearts of countless girls, and envied countless people. And the general came on a horse, with ten miles of red makeup behind him, and gently hugged her on the horse, as if she was the only one in his eyes.

……

In the second month after the marriage, Xie Jiaren received a belated congratulatory gift, which was a pair of jade Ruyi. The person who gave the gift was a teenager, and when he saw the little boy's appearance that resembled his mother, the husband and wife were red at the same time.

The little boy said: "My mother is well, I hope the old people don't remember, the two elders can't go to the ceremony, it's a pity, the special nephew came with a congratulatory gift, and the two of them will always be united and all the best." ”

"She looks like your mother." Xie Jiaren raised her hand and touched the little boy's face, and suddenly remembered the first time she met his mother in the courtyard of the deep house.

That year, she was only three years old, and she cried when she was carried to Mrs. Xie's courtyard, and the young lady, who was no more than two months older than her, heard it and handed her a string of sugar gourds with a smile.

Bu Qingfeng on the side hugged his wife and laughed silently.

For the rest of her life, Xie Jia was very happy, and the only regret was that he couldn't give Bu Qingfeng a son and a half daughter, but fortunately he didn't care.

He said: "It's a blessing to meet you by chance, so why care if you don't have anything else." ”

With you and the four seasons, that's enough!

Finish.