"What are you calling me for?" Lu Miaomiao sat in front of Song Ning, and the two of them skillfully brushed the taro.

Song Ning glanced at him and asked casually: "Schoolbag, Mid-Autumn Festival...... Two words, can you think of anything that has something to do with me and can't be said? ”

Lu Miaomiao shook her head: "I don't know." ”

"In other words," Song Ning tapped the edge of the basin with a brush, and then asked, "Did your brother or your mother tell you that there is anything you can't mention to me?" ”

Lu Miaomiao scratched her nose, suddenly her eyes lit up, and she said, "Do you want to ask Lou Mingyu?" ”

Lou Mingyu? Song Ning's heart was suddenly pierced by something, and she was stabbed, and the deepest memory of being pressed under a certain boulder instantly churned up.

This memory, with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, flooded her perception, leaving only humiliation and unwillingness.

"Director Song?" Lu Miaomiao saw that her face changed instantly, and she was immediately scared, and shook her vigorously, "You, you're okay, I, I won't say it, you, don't cry!" ”

Song Ning: "......"

She cried?

She wiped her face, suddenly rolled her eyes, and said angrily: "Where are you crying, it was you who splashed the water in the basin on my face." ”

"Really?"

"It's true!" Song Ning said.

Lu Miaomiao was relieved, muttered and sat back to brush the taro.

Song Ning scolded: "Scumbag! ”

The plot is probably that Song Ning has liked the third son of Loufu since he was twelve years old, this third son is suave, good at reading, and popular, and is the ideal husband of girls in Langzhong.

When Song Ning was fourteen years old, seventeen-year-old Lou Mingyu was admitted to Xiucai, and he was going to Xiangyang to study, which would take several years, so Song Ning was instigated by a girl named Ding Qiuxiang to send Lou Mingyu sachets.

It was the early spring of the twentieth year of Tianquan, the green willows by the river were like shade, and the pedestrians were weaving, Song Ning held the sachet and looked up at Lou Mingyu whose smile was more dazzling than the bright sun, and his heart was pounding, and his eyes were full of admiration.

"You're going to give me a sachet?" Wearing a royal blue gown, Lou Mingyu, who was white and handsome, was extravagant, he smiled faintly and said softly, "Thank you very much!" ”

Song Ning was in a state of flux, and ran away with a red face, but he was reluctant to leave, hiding on the bridge and peeking at him.

I saw him standing by the river, pinching her sachet in his hand, turning around and laughing with his classmates, she clearly heard him say: "I didn't lose her face just now, it was my good cultivation." ”

"She just rushed up to me, and that face really scared me."

As he spoke, he casually threw the sachet into the river.

It's like throwing a dirty and smelly thing.

He and a few of his classmates were laughing and laughing.

Song Ning stood and squatted on the edge of the bridge pier, looking at the sachet that gradually drifted away with the floating of the river, her chest seemed to have been gouged out by someone, and everything was annihilated, only humiliation and disgust.

disgusted with their own looks.

That night, Song Ning was hanging from the beam in the room, and the feeling of suffocation with a rope hanging from her neck was still clear, but fortunately, Liu Yang came in and rescued her.

Song Ning was in a coma for three days, and Liu Yang almost didn't survive.

Fortunately, Song Ning survived and stopped mentioning Lou Mingyu. But more timid and cowardly than before.

Liu Yang was also more cautious, not daring to let her go out casually.

"It turns out that the schoolbag, the reason for the sensitivity of the Mid-Autumn Festival is here." Song Ning understood that the tenth day of August was the autumn exam, and Lou Mingyu, who had been studying in Xiangyang, had returned to Langzhong, and he was going to take the exam.

Lu Miaomiao looked at her in horror: "You, you have a murderous aura?" ”

It's scary.

"Do you want to fight?" Song Ning said in a low voice.

Lu Miaomiao nodded: "Fight, but who to fight?" ”

"Lou Mingyu!" Song Ning said.

Her previous appearance was very similar to the current Song Ning, but there was no birthmark on her face, so it was the first time she experienced the inferiority complex and disgust of her appearance, and it turned out to be so uncomfortable and suffocating.

I don't want to go out at all, even if anyone's eyes fall on her face, they will sensitively feel that the other party is disgusted with her ugliness.

And the sachet that Lou Mingyu threw away completely knocked her into the abyss.

"I don't swallow this breath." Song Ning said.

Perhaps, the moment the original owner Song Ning was strangled to death by her stepfather, she was willing.

Death made her resolute and relieved.

What the original owner Song Ning didn't dare to do, she came.

"I'll take care of that." Lu Miaomiao crossed his waist and said, "He's like a chicken, I can put him down with one arm." ”

Song Ning hooked his fingers, and the two of them bit together and whispered, at this moment, a coquettish laughter suddenly sounded at the door, and a girl said, "You, what are you doing?" ”

Song Ning raised his eyebrows and looked towards the door.

I saw Lu Qingqing standing at the door of her courtyard with a girl, the girl was wearing a blue flower on a red background, combing a weeping willow bun, and wearing a pair of delicate pearl earrings on her ears.

Song Ning's memory told her that this girl was Ding Qiuxiang.

It turned out that the person who plucked the original owner Song Ning to deliver the sachet was the woman Lu Qingqing wanted to marry?

"Sister Qiuxiang." Lu Miaomiao saw the person at the door, muttered and shouted, sat back and continued to brush the taro, and Song Ning also raised his eyebrows and nodded to say hello.

Ding Qiuxiang was very surprised, every time she came in the past, Song Ning would be very happy, why is she so cold today, is it because she hasn't come for too long, so she has a relationship with her?

"I haven't been here for a long time, is A-Ning angry with me? Why did you see me and ignore me? ”

Ding Qiuxiang came into the courtyard, Lu Qingqing hurriedly brought her a bamboo chair and put it away, she sat down, held her chin and waited sadly for Song Ning to answer.

Lu Qingqing sat down on a low stool on the side.

Song Ning glanced at Ding Qiuxiang and asked, "You don't discuss the dowry and marriage today?" ”

"That's what I'm here, Brother Qing said that he wanted to buy me another pair of bracelets, and I couldn't decide which one to buy, so I wanted you to accompany me to the Silver Building." Ding Qiuxiang said coquettishly.

Song Ning replied: "I want to work, you go by yourself." ”

Ding Qiuxiang looked worried: "A-Ning, you don't want to go out, is it because Lou Mingyu is back?" ”

"After this autumn test, he will marry Miss Dou, and after marriage, he will go to the capital together to prepare for the spring festival in three years."

Song Ning brushed the taro's hand for a moment, and was about to speak, when Lu Qingqing shouted: "A-Ning, your taro is really big." ”

Song Ning shook the corners of his mouth.

Ding Qiuxiang glared at Lu Qingqing, and sighed again: "You are sad I know, but there is no way, we can't compare with Miss Dou, she has money and power." ”

"A-Ning also has money!" Lu Miaomiao said dissatisfiedly, "In the future, we will all be very rich, no worse than her." ”

Ding Qiuxiang looked at Lu Miaomiao with disgust: "Can it be the same?" But Miss Dou is the daughter of the prefect. ”

"No matter how rich Aning is, he can't ......compare with her," Ding Qiuxiang said for a moment, and said sensitively, "Is A-Ning married?" How do you get rich? ”

Song Ning kicked Lu Miaomiao to shut him up, and Lu Qingqing stepped forward to cover Lu Miaomiao's mouth: "Why are there so many words, brush your taro." ”

"Qiu Xiang, let's go buy a bracelet." He said, whether Ding Qiuxiang wanted it or not, he dragged her away.

I didn't think she talked too much before, so how can I pick something that can't be said in front of Song Ning today.

"What are you doing?!" Ding Qiuxiang was very annoyed by him, and stood outside the courtyard and shouted angrily, "I can't say anything, what do you mean by dodging?" ”

Lu Qingqing suppressed her voice and pulled her away: "A-Ning forgot, you still mentioned it, didn't it make her sad." ”

"Okay, I won't mention Lou Mingyu. Let me ask you, how did A-Ning get rich? ”

Lu Qingqing was stunned.

"You said that your dowry was a reward for the first two days of Kaishanmao, but the reward money was clearly written fifty taels, you and Miao Miao were twenty taels, and there were ten taels?"

"Did you give Song Ning the ten taels?"

Lu Qingqing was stammered by her questioning: "You, how are you ...... How to ......"

"Why did you give her ten taels? She went with you to arrest someone? Ding Qiuxiang asked, "What will she do, what can she do, is it worth you to give her ten taels of silver?" ”

"If you take her, you might as well take me, I'm so bold than her."

"Lu Qingqing, let me ask you, have you changed your mind and like her now. If you like her, I won't delay you, as long as I loosen my mouth, I can get a dowry of one hundred taels tomorrow. ”

She shook her head and left.

Lu Qingqing couldn't interject at all, and chased after him, explaining while chasing: "It's not like this, A-Ning is very smart." ”

"Don't be angry, I'll buy you another hairpin, the one you've always wanted!"

Ding Qiuxiang paused, and Lu Qingqing chased after him.

Song Ning and Lu Miaomiao squatted at the door to watch the excitement, and after a while, Song Ning sighed: "It's really miserable!" ”

"My brother is going to spend more money again." Lu Miaomiao scratched her hands, "Hey, it's so itchy." ”

Song Ning looked at his hand, and immediately smiled, and saw that the already fat hand had already swollen into a flowering steamed bun at this time, and she laughed: "Your expansion speed is very fast." ”

"How, what to do?" Lu Miaomiao trembled and held up the steamed bun to look at the flowers, staring at Song Ning's left face, "You, your face is also swollen." ”

Song Ning touched it, and it really was.

"Taro allergies." Song Ning kicked Lu Miaomiao, "You just splashed the water on my face, you want me to be ugly, don't you?!" ”

Lu Miaomiao defended: "Obviously you cried, and then touched your face." ”

"You say it again," Song Ning dragged him into the basin, and Lu Miaomiao kicked his feet wildly, "Woman, heroine spare your life!" ”

Lu Miaomiao was pressed his head, and saw the four legs standing at the gate of the courtyard from the gap between his legs, and he shouted: "Mother, help." ”

Song Ning's hand paused, looking at the two women at the door who opened their mouths wide because of fright.