It's raining in the city, and it rained last night, but it's not big but it's washed away a lot of the geothermal heat in the past few days, and the cool and cool is not hot during the day.

Evening Song cut the cloth, carried the sewing basket, sat under the eaves, pursed his mouth, and carefully sewed the clothes one by one.

Afraid of wasting cloth by making bad clothes, she has not practiced much during this time, and she has been procrastinating for so long, and she feels that she almost finds the feeling before she dares to take out the cloth. This is the first time she has made clothes for a man, and she has to be more detailed.

Jiang Qingyue stood outside the courtyard, her eyes fell on the evening song of contemplating her eyebrows under the eaves, and when she saw the clothes worn by the people, a sense of jealousy arose in her heart.

The lowest status in the Jiang family is the evening song, from childhood to adulthood, the evening song wears clothes that Jiang Qingyue doesn't want, and the clothes on the day of the person's marriage are all Jiang Qingyue doesn't like to look down. It doesn't matter if it fits well or not, it's good to have one-piece clothes.

Now look at the clothes worn by people, although I don't know what the material is, but the clothes are very good-looking, the light emerald green color is like the grass that has just sprouted in the spring, lining the people's faces are white and tender, and then look at the skirt embroidered with some flowers, a cluster of people move, the petals on the top seem to be pulled by the wind, smart and beautiful. Looking down at the clothes on his body, the clothes that he used to think were very good-looking and liked are now inferior compared to others.

Once upon a time, the little miscellaneous that he couldn't look down on in his eyes was actually better than himself, which made Jiang Qingyue, who had always looked down on evening songs, very hard, and the unwillingness in her heart was like the spring water gurgling out.

After bowing his head for a long time, his neck was a little unbearable soreness, and when Wan Ge raised his head and rubbed his neck, he happened to see Jiang Qingyue staring at him outside the courtyard, and the eyes of the two suddenly met, both of them were stunned for a moment, and Jiang Qingyue looked away unnaturally.

Wan Ge's eyes flashed, put down the needle and thread in his hand, got up and walked over to open the courtyard door: "Come in and sit down!" ”

Jiang Qingyue hesitated for a moment, but still walked in behind Wan Ge, and when the person passed under the eaves, his steps slowed down and glanced at the cloth on the chair.

"There is only cold water, so let's drink it!" Wan Ge lifted the teapot and poured a bowl for Jiang Qingyue.

Jiang Qingyue sat on the stool, her eyes glanced around uncontrollably, and she finally understood why the second uncle came back from the Song family and said that the Song family's poverty was not as glamorous as it looked on the face.

Although the hall was neatly arranged, it was simple, and there was nothing to look a little empty, if it weren't for the leftover meat and a large bowl of meat and bone broth on the table, it would indeed be a bit destitute.

Staring at those two dishes, Jiang Qingyue's heart couldn't help but feel sour. What kind of family is poor, how many times better than them are eaten, how many times better than them, what kind of eyes are uncles!

Evening Song sat quietly next to him, drinking water with a bowl and without saying a word.

After a while, Jiang Qingyue finally remembered the purpose of her coming, and hurriedly retracted her eyes and looked at Wan Ge: "That, I came today to tell you that my father is sick, you ...... If you have time, go home and see him! ”

Evening Song raised her eyebrows, a little surprised. Jiang Hai's body is tough, and it is rare to have a cold cough for so many years. Listening to Jiang Qingyue's meaning, it seems that she is quite sick this time.

"Have you seen the doctor?"

"Please ask the barefoot doctor in the village to see it, let me have a good rest." After Jiang Qingyue finished speaking, she looked at the evening song with complicated eyes: "It's not easy for the family these days, my uncle broke his leg by you, and he quarreled with his father and mother every day by eating white food at home, which made the whole family not have peace, so the neighbors said a lot of gossip, and my father was angry when he heard it, but he quarreled with others, so he fell ill." Thinking that things started because of the evening song, I can't help but blame her.

As soon as Jiang Hai fell, the entire Jiang family was like a mess. There is also the uncle who is awkward, obviously his feet are much better, and he can walk on the ground, but he doesn't go back to their house, and he is sick and moaning all day long, crying that he hurts here, hurts there, wants to eat this, wants to eat that. There was no moment of silence, just listening to it was annoying.

But what does all this have to do with evening songs? But these people are all self-inflicted, and karma is embraced.

Wan Ge immediately snorted coldly and got up to let Jiang Qingyue go back, and told her that now that she is married, the person who marries is the water that is spilled, and she has nothing to do with the Jiang family.

Jiang Qingyue looked at Wan Ge in disbelief: "Why are you so cold-blooded and ruthless, your father is sick, even if you marry out as a daughter, you can't resist the blood thicker than water, and you didn't let you do anything, just told you to go back and see." ”

"When I used him as a father, did he ever treat me as a daughter?" Wan Ge asked Jiang Qingyue rhetorically: "There is only one daughter of the Jiang family, but it has never been me." There are other black pots that are buckled on my head, and it has nothing to do with me that the Jiang family has become like this. If it weren't for his uncle himself to make trouble, he would have broken his leg? If Lai Zai Jiang's house doesn't leave, it has nothing to do with me, if you don't want him to live and drive him out, what's the point of complaining to me. ”

Jiang Qingyue immediately became anxious when she heard this: "Why does it have nothing to do with you, it was Song Jiu who broke people's legs with his hands, and he relied on us." ”

"Then why didn't you say why you broke his leg?" Wan Ge looked at Jiang Qingyue, her eyes were sharp and cold: "If I hadn't run fast that day and Song Jiu came back early, I should have been the one lying in bed to recuperate." Or do you think my life should be so cheap, that I deserve to stand there and be wounded, maimed or even killed? ”

"I ......" Jiang Qingyue originally wanted to say that if the elders teach the younger generations, they should not fight back and scold back. It's just a few beatings, what's the matter, whose daughter hasn't been beaten, even those who have been killed. It's really rare to be disobedient like Evening Song.

However, in the eyes of Shang's evening song, these words were suddenly stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything when he opened his mouth, so he could only stubbornly stalk his neck and say stiffly: "Anyway, it has nothing to do with you." ”

"I won't talk about the past, and there's nothing to say. It has nothing to do with me what happens to the Jiang family in the future, from the moment my father sued Song Jiu and was taken away by my grandfather, my relationship with the Jiang family has been completely broken. ”

She originally thought that her uncle had sued Song Jiu, but in the end, she didn't expect it to be her own father's doing. Just because I don't like her daughter, I am worried that the news of my niece and nephew-in-law Uncle Ou Da will spread, and gossip will affect the career of the second son, so I will kill my relatives with such a move.

Song Jiu was able to come out because he was lucky to meet a nobleman, otherwise maybe he would still be locked up now!

Just dare to come to the door to blame her, pointing at her and saying that she is cold-blooded, heh! The Jiang family's brazenness is really inherited!

Jiang Qingyue was choked by the words of the evening song, and her red face was suffocated for a long time: "That, that's also Daddy." How can a child have a grudge against his father and mother, that is unfilial piety. Anyway, I've already brought the words here, and it's up to you whether to go or not. ”

After speaking, Jiang Qingyue got up and ran out, jumping like a rabbit.

As soon as Song Jiu came back, he happened to bump into Jiang Qingyue who ran out of it. Jiang Qingyue saw Song Jiu's pupils shrink and run faster.

"What is this man for? Didn't suffer a loss, did you? "I don't have a good impression of the Jiang family at all, and when I saw Jiang Qingyue running out of the house, I naturally felt that she was looking for trouble.

"She just came to tell me that Jiang Hai was sick and asked me to go back and see." The evening song was so angry that his father didn't shout anymore, and called him by his name.

"Sick? Are you going to go back and see? ”

Wange shook her head and sat on the stool unhappily. Last time, she had already said that it didn't matter to her what happened to the Jiang family in the future, and she was not a good person who could let go of the overnight feud. Song Jiu's matter is enough for her to remember for a lifetime.

"If you don't want to go, you won't go." Song Jiu also agreed, anyway, the Jiang family didn't have a good one. To put it mildly, I don't know if it's a real illness or a fake illness, who knows if it's a ghost idea, digging a pit for the evening song to go back and dance.

After Song Jiu finished speaking, he put down the back basket, took out a small basket of loquat from it and handed it to Wan Ge: "I brought it to you." ”

The loquat in the basket looked orange and orange and yellow, not to mention fresh, and they were all fat and big, like a big fat boy in yellow clothes.

"Why do you want to buy this?" Wan Ge held the basket and looked at the loquat inside, not knowing whether to praise or say that he was spending money again.

Song Jiu put the back basket in the corner of the wall: "Didn't you say yesterday that the loquat in Chen Kui's courtyard is sweet and delicious, I think you should like it, so I bought some and came back to satisfy your hunger." ”

Chen Kui planted two loquat trees in their yard, and the yellow, orange, and orange loquat hung on them one by one, like a gold ingot. In previous years, they would pick up the town and sell it, leaving only a few for their families to taste.

This year, she should have picked it and sold it, but Liu Fang was pregnant and her appetite was not very good, so she only ate a little bit every time she ate, and she was worried about losing weight day by day. That day, the man looked at the loquat that was gradually maturing in the yard, and suddenly picked a bite on a whim and felt that it was delicious, and ate several in succession, and when he ate after a while, he actually ate more than before.

Chen Kui slapped his leg after knowing it, and quickly picked all the cooked loquat and put it in the basket, so that Liu Fang could eat it when he wanted to. When the evening song went to visit the door as a child, he was stained with light, and after tasting a few of them, he came back and mentioned that the loquat was sweet and delicious, and Song Jiu remembered it, and he brought it back today.

Wan Ge listened to Song Jiu's words, reached out and took a loquat from the basket and peeled it and tasted it, her eyes narrowed: "Sweet." Saying that, he stretched out his hand and handed the remaining half to Song Jiu, Song Jiu originally wanted to say that he didn't like this thing, but when he saw the bright and expectant eyes to his mouth, he swallowed it back, and simply lowered his head and bit the remaining loquat into his mouth with Wan Ge's hand.

"Yes, it's pretty sweet!" Wan Ge's eyes twinkled and twisted his fingers, as if there was still that soft breath on his head.

"Well, it's quite sweet." Song Jiu didn't expect to go there, so he wiped his mouth and said honestly.

Wan Ge put the basket on the stool next to her, asked Song Jiu to sit down and rest for a while, she went to heat up the food, and then picked up the leftovers on the table and went to the stove room to start making lunch.

Song Jiu was indeed a little tired after a busy morning, so he leaned back on the chair and slept for a while.