From the moment Yang Mingyuan began to memorize the words he had written, Qian Peiying felt awkward.

She regretted what she was doing when she rushed in.

If she doesn't come in, Lao Song will also ask, and it won't delay her to listen to it outside.

But now, she is a woman after all, and it is embarrassing to listen to it.

There are still some doubts, is it really her daughter who writes about it?

It starts with:

The weather is clear, the wind is smooth, and a clear, light, and unquiet girl appears in the bookstore.

Next, the girl sat quietly, read books, turned the scrolls, forgot her sorrows, did good, looked at the clouds, and overlooked, describing her daughter's expression in various postures.

If she had been to her, there would be no overlook.

She went to the bookstore that day and accompanied her daughter.

In fact, it's just that her daughter is tired of studying, a little idle, a little lazy, and looking at the sky in the sale of nerds, which can be written beautifully?

Yang Mingyuan also said that he was sitting in the bookstore and sitting next to the girl.

The time is simple and quiet, the afternoon sun, light and shadow are intertwined, not deep, not shallow, just like the right ink color.

He always used the corner of his eye to pretend to inadvertently peek at the girl's side face, and his heart swelled with joy that he had never seen before.

The book in his hand is no longer so boring and difficult to remember, with such a beautiful person sitting beside him, the book seems to be filled with clouds, dust, autumn wind, beauty, grasslands and mountains.

Oops, tsk.

Qian Peiying really stiffened up and let Yang Mingyuan continue.

After all, I didn't hear the back, in case the back was excessive.

As a result, after hearing this, Qian Peiying had to say in her heart that ancient people were more subtle than modern people.

In addition to describing her daughter's face, there is fluff and white skin under the light of the silhouette of the sun, and it was seen by Yang Mingyuan who was sitting next to her, this is considered physical contact, nothing else, purely spiritual and leisurely.

Qian Peiying sat on the upper seat and glanced at Yang Mingyuan, who was always kneeling there, with tea foam and water stains on his face and neck.

Yang Mingyuan was reciting, he stood on the street and found the psychology of the scene where Poria's family conditions were good:

"There are Inomi people, and I will never forget it.

Helpless beauty, not in the east wall.

Pronoun the words and talk about the heart.

See you again someday, forgive me for hesitation. ”

And what moved Qian Peiying a little and made Qian Peiying immediately remember it was the epilogue.

The final conclusion of the "Little Yellow Book" written by Yang Mingyuan is:

Rejoicing at this sight, writing is not to be together.

I just hope that such a beautiful girl will not be discouraged no matter what kind of difficulties she encounters in the future.

At least someone has been attracted to you.

Girl, there were, and there will be.

……

The study was quiet and scary.

Qian Peiying looked at Song Fusheng who was always standing with his back slightly uncomfortably.

I thought: Old Song, after he finished reciting, you are talking.

It wasn't Song Fusheng who spoke first.

Yang Mingyuan pursed his lips and said:

"Uncle, aunt, Mingyuan knows that Sister Poria is your lifeline.

If she promises, she will be married.

In fact, I didn't know how to be nice to her.

I've only seen her a few times, and I can't even say a few words, but I can learn.

Mingyuan will try to learn to make her laugh, make her happy, and let her have no grievances in her heart.

Mingyuan will do his best to be an errand boy, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and not let her be poor.

Mingyuan has thought about it countless times, if Uncle Ruo asks Sister Poria to marry me, what will I do.

However, Mingyuan is stupid, I observed some unhappy things about my sister-in-law and my mother, and I also heard about the troubles of other families, so I summarized what to do.

This time, I also brought a marriage promise letter from my mother to my uncle and aunt.

I, Yang Mingyuan, aunt, please believe that I will not take a concubine for the rest of my life, and my mother agrees......"

As he spoke, Yang Mingyuan hurriedly took out the marriage book in his arms.

It was written word by word by his mother to Song Fusheng's two sons:

Even if you have no children, you will not take a concubine.

promised that the Yang family has few rules and few rules, and will not use the rules outside to restrain Poria Cocos.

Promise that you will not meddle in the affairs of the child's room.

Even in the marriage book, Yang's mother wrote tearfully under the oil lamp:

She is looking forward to having a father-in-law like Song Fusheng.

Because of this situation in my own family, my mother was bullied by the clansmen and stumbled to live today.

I really hope that after Er Mingyuan comes here, he will have a family with a large population, someone who has something to discuss, not like her, who will not understand and will only add to the chaos.

I hope that there will be more people who love him in the future, instead of carrying everything alone at a young age, and he also has elders who can help.

The words have a trusting tone.

When Yang Mingyuan received this promise marriage letter for the first time, he cried like a little boy in the room.

At first, he only thought that his mother learned to write and write a marriage book, which was the same as other people's ordinary marriage books, but he didn't expect it to be such a marriage book.

It was still persuaded by Yang's mother that if she wanted to give it, if she wanted to write it like this, she would give this marriage letter.

Because what we have, everyone has, what we don't have, people still have.

What are we going to ask for? Only treat people well.

And, too, she was telling the truth.

As a mother, she only hopes that there will be more relatives in this world to treat her son well.

Song Fusheng suddenly turned around, came over a few steps, and snatched the marriage book from Qian Peiying's hand.

Hand it to Yang Mingyuan: "Go back." ”

"Uncle?" Yang Mingyuan's eyes were full of panic.

"I said to let you go back, you don't understand the words?!"

Yang Mingyuan's eyes were slightly red, and he took the promise letter handed back by Song Fusheng with both hands.

When he slowly stood up from the ground with a stiff back, turned around and held back tears, Qian Peiying said, "Stop." ”

His heart jumped, and he looked back at Qian Peiying, his eyes full of hope.

Qian Peiying sighed in her heart, and shook the handkerchief in her hand: "Wipe it clean before leaving." ”

Lest it be rumored that the city was full of wind and rain, and the Qin messenger from the capital came out of the prefect's house, with tea foam on his head and face, as if he had been beaten.

After Qian Peiying finished speaking, she no longer looked at Yang Mingyuan.

But I could feel that the young man slowly moved to the front, folded the marriage book again, put it in his arms, and then began to wipe his face, hair and clothes with a handkerchief, and after wiping it, he lowered his head and said to her and Lao Song:

"Uncle, aunt, then Mingyuan will go back to the inn first, and I'll come back another day, okay?"

Qian Peiying didn't squeak.

Song Fusheng, who turned his back again, said, "No need. ”

Therefore, no one in the family found out that Yang Mingyuan was driven away.

I was just a little puzzled, why didn't Song Fusheng come out to see off the guests?

Mrs. Ma also asked Qian Peiying with her eyes: "What are you talking about about important things?" ”

Qian Peiying nodded, "Well, he's busy, writing." ”

And Yang Mingyuan, who came out of the prefect's house, could no longer pretend to be indifferent like in front of Mrs. Ma and them.

He leaned against the wall of a house and kept repeating in his heart:

He screwed up.

What should he do.

Can anyone help him.

The uncle of this house, when he came out to hold firewood, saw an extremely well-dressed young man, squatting at the back door of his house and holding his head, and messing up his hair: "What's wrong with you?" Do you need to call Langzhong? ”

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