The dough he had kneaded was lined up there, and I wiped the grease stains from my hands and reached out to gently pull a piece down.

The dough kneader looked up at me.

I smiled and said, "Borrow it." ”

The man was stunned for a moment and said, "Use it, use it...... but his subordinates were not so neat, and pulled a pinched bird's wings in half.

I glanced at Wen Fei, smiled, lowered my head and kneaded the dough.

The round dough gradually became elongated and elongated, with the outline of a human being. Then, the head and body gradually became clear and clear, Wu Zhen grinned, looked at the person on that face, and went to look at Wen Fei again.

The man was dressed in a cloth shirt, his face was lifelike, and even his warm and clear temperament was the same—I took a small piece of thin stick from the small box in the noodle stall, folded it in half, and pinched it in his hand for the noodle man, and used it as a flute.

A handsome young man playing the flute - the cloth clothes are simple and unpretentious, and the atmosphere is outstanding.

It's what I looked like when I first met him in Tujiazhuang's Lotus Fragrance Pavilion.

Looking at that face, I was a little stunned.

I didn't know it myself, but he was so clear and profound in my mind, without the slightest blur.

Wu Zhen smiled and said, "It's really like, it's exactly the same." Wu Ning, when did you learn to pinch noodles, why don't I know? ”

I glanced at her: "It can be seen that you haven't learned the illusion technique well, what's so difficult about this?" ”

Wu Zhen touched his nose in disgust.

She is not good at these illusion techniques, Wu Zhen prefers the illusion array - from this point of view, she is not like us from the Shanyin faction at all, but like those people from the Shanyang faction, blindly pursuing "art" and ignoring the "Tao" and "heart".

When she raised her hand, I noticed that she was wearing a gemstone ring on her finger, and the color of the gemstone was bright red. The crystal light flickered, and I was stunned, when did she have such a ring? It's the first time I've seen you.

Wu Zhen hadn't been out much in the past, and my father had never given us too much pocket money, so this ring didn't look like something Wu Zhen could afford. We didn't see her wearing this all the way we came.

Wu Zhen's eyes were a little flustered, and he lowered his hand, letting his sleeve cover his hand and ring.

Where the ring came from is self-evident.

I didn't want to tell Wen Fei about this ring in front of her, so I took five yuan and gave it to the noodle pincher: "This money is for you." ”

"No, no. This is not my ......."

"How can you not give money if you use your things."

I was about to put the money on his case, but Wen Feiyue said, "You can pinch another one." Isn't it said that it can be cheaper if you pinch too much? ”

The dough pinching man hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, the girl will pinch another one, or I really don't dare to accept this money—I didn't expect the girl to be so skillful with her hands, she is really better than me who has worked for half my life." ”

His gaze was a little staring, and I didn't feel annoyed. I took a piece of noodles in the palm of my hand, kneaded it a few times, and when the dough was hotter and warmer, I kneaded it with my hands.

This...... It's me who pinched it.

Wearing one of my favorite outfits.

It was my father's drawing, and someone made it, but when I put it on. Although he was happy, his father's eyes glistened with tears. Later, the old servant of the house said, "This garment." Back then, it was my mother's favorite look, and she had such a dress, which she wore when the weather was fine and the spring was bright, and the silk yarn was like mist in the sun, and the crystal light was brilliant......

That's why I only wore that dress once. And he put it in the box.

At this time, I wanted to pinch my own appearance, but somehow my clothes were pinched into that one.

"It's so beautiful...... Wu Zhen whispered, "It's much better than the Chang'e Fairy Gu in the painting." ”

"Yikes. How can there be such a person who praises his own people? ”

"It's pretty." Wen Fei smiled: "Only you are worthy of wearing this clothes." ”

"It's my mother's favorite outfit...... My father made one for me, too. ”

It's really not a good place to talk. The figure I pinched was taken by Wu Zhen and held tightly in his hand, and Wen Fei held his own face.

The dough kneader finally accepted the five cents, and did not forget to say: "Girl, don't worry, I have rubbed glue and oil and honey in this noodle, even if it is put for five years and ten years, it will not dry and will not fade, and it will not go out of shape."

Five years and ten years?

I thought, where will I be in five or ten years?

People don't even know their future, let alone face people.

We squeezed in and out of the temple fair, Wen Fei asked me if I wanted to go into the temple to burn incense, I shook my head, I really didn't want to squeeze with people anymore, if I squeezed again, even if my shoes were not stepped on, my feet would definitely be swollen.

There is a kind of joy on people's faces that does not match the cold and snow in this winter, this is not the inner city of the capital, there are many and complicated people, they have worked hard for a year, and they have the burden of life on their shoulders day by day, and today is an exception, everyone, at this time, seems to have forgotten those troublesome things, and they don't think about what to do tomorrow, they are all smiling.

Yesterday, I wanted to ask Wen Fei about something, but I forgot to ask.

"Wu Zhen and I have prepared two-color embroidery, a pair of bifurd mandarin duck bottles as a congratulatory gift, do you think it is appropriate? Do you want to add more? ”

"You don't have to add ...... You are my invitation and guest, and no matter what you send, it will not enter the eyes of Mrs. Wen. ”

His tone was not without sarcasm.

Mrs. Wen? I was stunned for a moment, but then I understood.

This Mrs. Wen is, of course, not Wen Fei's mother-in-law. Mrs. Wen is his father's original wife, and Wen Fei is a concubine, so it is naturally impossible to get close to her. Moreover, Wen Fei's position in the family is so embarrassing, his father is indifferent to him, just like a wild child picked up, he is afraid that he will not be able to get rid of this Mrs. Wen. She has her own son, and looking at Wen Fei and Wen Fei's mother, she is naturally like a thief and an enemy.

But can you say she's wrong?

Although I think everything Wen Fei has endured is too unfair, but it is not easy for her to change me to Mrs. Wen, my husband is out of town, and I also bring women and children from outside into the house. But it should have been her husband who stabbed her in the heart and made her bitter and resentful.

She couldn't do anything to her husband, so her jealousy and resentment could only be vented at Wen Fei's mother and son.

It's obviously a man who did something wrong, but he made women and children pay for it.

There are not undedicated men in this world, and my father has always been in love with my mother. Although she has been gone for so long, in her father's eyes and heart, she is still by his side, in his heart, and she has never been far away for a moment.

I whispered, "I've got a little bit of something else on board, just to ...... Want to give ......"

I felt a fever on my face, and I couldn't say anything about what I was saying.

Wen Fei's eyes lit up, he smiled, and asked gently, "You want to give it to my mother?" ”

I turned my head to the side, not admitting it, not denying it.

I originally thought that if I saw Wen Fei's mother, I would be embarrassed to be empty-handed, and the preparation of gifts was just out of politeness and etiquette, but now...... It seems to have become something else.

Fine flakes of snow brushed against his cheeks, and he felt a chill.

Maybe it's not that the flakes are too cold, it's that my face is too hot.

"Don't worry, mother, she is gentle and kind-hearted, she will definitely like you......" He was not too embarrassed, and the more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and I couldn't help but turn my head to look. Wen Fei, who has always been calm and composed, even showed a shy look, and a touch of rouge was rubbed on his cheeks. (To be continued)