In the afternoon, when the sun was off, Qu Xiaolan was busy working in the yard, and the quick-talking matchmaker came in a hurry, she thought it was done. Unexpectedly, the fast-mouthed matchmaker poured a scoop of cold water, she said that no matter what I say, Dong Pai doesn't believe it, Dong Pai said that he is the person who has cut most of the ground, will the girl look down on him? Isn't this to lift him up and fall?

Qu Xiaolan thought of her daughter's dizziness and encounter with strange people, so she was a little anxious, if she didn't marry Dong Pai as his wife, and there was no shield to resist the Yin arrows fired by the powerful ghosts, something would happen! This is a matter of life for her daughter.

She was about to say something more, but the fast mouth matchmaker opened her mouth again, but Dong Pai said this to me, if your fast mouth matchmaker is telling the truth, you should call Bao Maoying to my Ma'anshan house, I want to ask her in person, whether she is really willing to marry me, an old man who is over half a hundred years old.

She crossed her waist with one hand and shook it into a fist with the other - Dong Pai's words also made sense, now I only heard you say that your daughter is willing, and your daughter has not told me, and I don't know if she is really willing or falsely willing. Qu Xiaolan said, then you can only ask Mao Ying to go with you to Dong Pai's house in Ma'anshan to make a wish to Dong Pai in person. The fast-mouthed matchmaker nodded and said, saying a thousand ways and ten thousand, it is better to take a practical action.

At this time, Dong Pai chopped firewood on the mountain behind the house, usually cut into a pile, tied into several bundles, and then into a burden to pick up the mountain, gradually the sky darkened, the firewood bundles on the mountain were also picked up, and then the next day the firewood bundles were pushed to Jinse City dozens of kilometers away by a cart to sell.

In the afternoon of the same day, Dong Pai picked up a load of firewood and went down the mountain before he walked to the door, when he saw the fast-mouthed matchmaker who had come to meet her with a smile and shouted, Dong Pai, I brought her here, I didn't coax you!

It's really good, behind the fast-talking matchmaker stood a girl with black braids who bowed her head slightly. Dong Pai secretly thought: Isn't this the sun coming out of the west? Bao Maoying has always looked down on me, a bad old man, I have always been wishful thinking, what's going on? He couldn't figure it out. Ma Li piled the bundles of firewood in the yard, beat the leaves and grass clippings on his body, and was thinking about what to say to the fast-mouthed matchmaker or Bao Maoying, but the fast-mouthed matchmaker pointed to Bao Maoying and spoke, Dong Pai, your peach blossoms are here, and the yellow flower girl of the Bao family is looking for you to come on a blind date, and you are not good to greet it.

Dong Pai still asked himself in his heart: Is this true? He glanced at Bao Maoying, who was shy, and found that Bao Maoying was also looking up at him. Dong Pai, who has been lonely and lonely for a long time and has formed an autistic and inferior character, did not have the courage to look at her, and the fast-talking matchmaker, who was very concerned and meticulous, pointed at him and said, Dong Pai, you should talk to Miss Maoying!

Dong Pai said, wait a minute. He unlocked the door, pushed the door into the house, and welcomed the fast-talking matchmaker and Bao Maoying into the hall to sit. Then I went to the kitchen to clean my hands, and then took out a cloth bag from the cabinet in the main room, took out a flower handkerchief folded into a heart shape from the cloth bag, carefully supported it with both hands, walked out of the main room, returned to the hall, and said to Bao Maoying, who was sitting on a wooden chair, if you really come on a blind date, accept this gift.

No, it's not a gift, it should be a token. Bao Maoying got up from her seat and didn't answer. She said, Dong Pai, this flower handkerchief was originally mine, you know best, I will treat it as a token to you. So I can't take it back, and if I do, won't I take back the token I gave you? Dong Pai's mind immediately came to mind the scene of this flower handkerchief flying down from the mountain rock and landing on his face. I was lying on my back on the mountain!

At this moment, Dong Pai smiled heartily, took back the flower handkerchief folded in the shape of a heart that was sent to her, took out a gold ring from it and held it in his hand, looked at Bao Maoying and muttered, did you give it to you last time, this time?

Yes, yes. The fast-mouthed matchmaker spoke instead of Bao Maoying.

Bao Maoying hesitated slightly, closed a pair of eyes as bright as black grapes, and stretched out the five fingers of his left hand in front of Dong Pai. Dong Pai was holding a gold ring, and she didn't know which finger she was wearing it on. The fast-mouthed matchmaker who has studied this said, Dong Pai, put the ring on the middle finger of Mao Ying's left hand. Dong Pai did it, and the first time he touched her delicate fingers, like an electric shock, Dong Pai trembled, and his heart was overflowing with sweet taste.

Bao Maoying saw that the ring was worn, and obviously felt that Dong Pai was her own person, although he had a vicissitudes of life, she also completely eliminated the previous disgust for Dong Pai, and instead re-examined him, thinking that the hard-working and experienced Dong Pai had a kind of vicissitudes of beauty.

The quick-talking matchmaker stood to the side and said vigorously that the ring was worn correctly, and it was worn on the middle finger of her left hand, which means that you are engaged to her. Dong Pai and Bao Maoying looked at each other and smiled, they were so tacit. The sunset in the west sky is like fire, reflecting the halls of Ma'anshan and Dong Pai's family, making their mood feel extraordinarily bright.

A few days later, a happy event was held, and Dong Pai, who was in his fifties, and Bao Maoying, who was in his twenties, got married. Due to Dong Pai's poverty, the wedding room was also simply furnished. There is a couplet on the doorway.

Horizontal batch: Dead wood in spring. Left and right couplet: Knowing the destiny of heaven, Han married a yellow flower girl, and lived in a simple room that could be used as a flower candle in a cave room.

Although it created an atmosphere of joy, the night of the wedding was deserted, and there was no one in the cave room. Dong Pai looked at the flower quilt folded on the marriage bed and the mandarin duck pillow placed on it, and there were other objects in the house, such as washbasins, small round tables and chairs made of red paint, which were all dowry gifts of the Bao family.

What about his family? There was nothing new of value, even that marriage bed was old. But before I got married, I hired someone to make the paint, and it looked like new. Dong Pai secretly has low self-esteem.

What made him unhappy all the time was that on the day of the marriage, Bao Maoying's father-in-law, Bao Yongshi, never showed up, could it be that he did not agree to his daughter's marriage? Fortunately, Bao Maoying, who was the bride, kept a smile on her face and looked willing.

After the guests at the wedding were gone, Dong Pai asked about her father. Bao Maoying suddenly sighed and said, My father has a headache and can't see outsiders. As soon as I saw outsiders, my head hurt even more. Dong Pai was surprised for a while, and said after a while, I am now his son-in-law, not an outsider, I should be able to see him, right? Bao Maoying said that she didn't know, so she had to ask her father.

On this wedding night when the candles were lit, Bao Maoying, who had untied her clothes, was lying on the bed, covered with a new quilt, her head resting on the mandarin duck pillow, and her eyes looked at Dong Pai, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and had not even taken off her coat. She suddenly asked coquettishly, Dong Lang, why don't you go to bed yet? Dong Pai replied to the question, Mao Ying, I have never understood, haven't you always hated me as a bad old man? Why is it ...... now? And say yes?

Dong Lang, you don't know. Bao Maoying dizzy her head, went to Ma'anshan Hospital for medical treatment, on the way back to meet a crane-haired old man with a childish face to enlighten her, cured her of a strange disease and heard that there are powerful ghosts shooting yin arrows to hurt her soul, only he Dong card like a shield can resist the evil ghost Yin arrow and protect her in a vicious way to protect her The matter is to be described in detail.

Dong Pai listened, he who was already sitting on the edge of the bed bounced up, retreated to the heart of the room, looked at her and said, Mao Ying, listen to you say this, you married me out of helplessness; You don't like me, you were forced to marry me in order to save your life to escape the assassination of the ghosts, poor and pathetic. From your heart, it is impossible to choose me, let alone that you are so young and beautiful, and you are such a handsome and upright young man, how can you choose me, a bad old man?

Dong Lang, don't say that. I used to be the kind of psychology you said, and even hated you, but now it's different, and now I don't care about your old age, and I still love you! Bao Maoying suddenly got up and sat up against the bed baffle to speak, and her snow-white skin was almost revealed.

Dong Pai didn't know whether he was embarrassed to look at it, or pretending to be serious, he turned his head and mustered up the courage to say, Mao Ying, from the bottom of my heart, I love you, but you marry me, there is a taste of helplessness and force, which makes me very uneasy, you said that you have changed now, you love me, but I don't have the confidence to accept your love.

I have repeatedly thought about marrying someone who does not really love me, and I have a sense of unkindness and unrighteous guilt. He was facing Bao Maoying from the side at first, but now he turned his back to her, and said solemnly, If you regret it at all, it's still too late, I won't force you, promise not to touch you. It's so late, you just go to bed and go back to your parents' house early tomorrow morning, and you don't have to use it again.