Chapter 137

To this day, at this moment, Feast Bell actually knows very well that he has confirmed the truth, but he always needs a piece of evidence to prove it in his heart, otherwise he will be erratic, doubtful for a while, sure for a while, and tormented

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She didn't want that anymore.

She is a chronic person, but she wants to cut through the mess quickly in this matter, so she is ready, picks up the cup and asks, and Ning Shuo really began to introduce.

"It's a seven-pointed cup."

He smiled and said: "Seven-pointed cups are not common, after all, they are just good-looking, but they are not suitable for drinking tea and water." ”

Feast Bell nodded, "Yes, I think too." ”

She sat down, sat down in a proper manner, lowered her head, and put her hands together, "What cup does the third brother like to drink from?" ”

Ning Shuo meant to explain her. The matter of marriage may only be determined by God, and no one can do it. Mo Yunyan is like this, Zhou Hao is like this, and the banquet bell is like this. He originally thought that Huang Zhengjing was not bad, and thought that if Yan Ling liked him, then he would rest assured. Yan Ling has a good home, even if something happens to him in the future, it is also reassuring.

It's just that I can't give up after all, so I don't help much, just silently waiting for the banquet bell to decide. He was tormented in his heart, but he felt that his so-called torment was just self-inflicted, and it could be described with the word hypocrisy.

After that, he may not be able to tell all kinds of emotions. He is not a procrastinator, but when it is his turn, he always involuntarily says: Wait, wait, maybe there is a better solution?

Wait so long until she is depressed today.

Ning Shuo naturally knew why she was upset - Miss Mo thought too clearly.

If you love men naturally, it is the right way, and if you value women, you are deviant. As a woman, Mo Yunyan doesn't love men, she loves women, that is, she loves herself. She is not blindly obedient to men, she has her own ideas, she can give up Song Qingyun and choose Xingzhi, or she can give up Xingzhi and choose Song Qingyun, her various choices are the result of her perseverance and attention to herself, but she can't escape the shackles of the world after all.

If the Mo family doesn't love her and insists on asking him to marry the Song family, then she can't choose to give up Song Qingyun to find Yu Xingzhi the first time, and she can't divorce Song Qingyun the second time. No matter what the reason for her marriage with the Song family, whether it was Song Qingyun's jealousy of the joke, or whether she wanted to be widowed after Song Qingyun didn't move, she had to marry.

Her first two choices, in her eyes, were the favor of the Mo family to her, so until now, when the Zhou family came to the door in advance, she had to repay this favor.

Does she still love herself? Love heavy. But she was coerced to agree to the marriage of the Zhou family, otherwise, where should she go?

Ning Shuo could tell what the Feast Bell was thinking. She has some affection for Miss Mo. This friendship first stemmed from Miss Mo's bumpy marriage like her, which was calculated, and then because the two were still in prison and couldn't get out at all. Moreover, Miss Mo's openness and transparency made her can't help but get closer, but when she got closer, she found that if Miss Mo was a peach in summer, the fruit noodles had been bitten into potholes.

If the flesh is bad, can the pit last long?

She must be grieving for this. The rabbit is dead and the fox is sad, the teeth are dead and the teeth are cold, probably like this.

Ning Shuo used the cup as a metaphor for this matter. He said, "I will also pour some water into this cup later, and I heard that when I pour more water, the sound of hitting with chopsticks is different from the sound of less water." ”

He sighed again, "The same is true of the principle of being a human being. In life, sometimes there is more water, sometimes there is less water, where is the certainty? ”

Feast Bell nodded, "Yes, I can't say, the world is impermanent, and common sense can be broken...... There are always surprises. ”

When Ning Shuo heard this, he didn't think too much, he just felt that this girl was a little understanding, so he continued: "Cousin, when there is a lot of water, you can sail, and when there is little water, you can always pass by with water." ”

The feast bell picked up another cup, "Third brother, have you ever had a hurdle that you can't over?" ”

Ning Shuo nodded, "Yes." ”

Feast Bell: "What is it?" ”

Ning Shuo thought about it carefully and said, "Carefully speaking, it should be the barrier of life and death." ”

Feast Bell smiled, and she said sourly, "What is the threshold of life and death?" ”

Ning Shuo hesitated for a moment and said, "People are always afraid of death. I'm afraid that before I die, I understand that everything in life is just a dream. I am afraid that the people I care about before death will not settle down, I am afraid that my parents, brothers and sisters will be sad for me before I die, I am afraid that the grievances in this world will not be settled, and I am afraid that I am afraid that I will ...... I'm afraid of letting others down. ”

"Because there is always a hurdle between life and death, there are always gains and losses, and if you want to do what you want to do quickly, you are always afraid that it will be too late."

Feast Bell's hands tightened as she listened, and she smiled stiffly, "Really? My cousin was born in a wealthy family, so I didn't expect it to be so sad. ”

Ning Shuo put down the cup in his hand, "I think carefully, and occasionally I have some epiphany." ”

Then he picked up another cup, "Cousin, do you know the name of this cup?" ”

His hands are slender, thin, with distinct joints but skinny as wood, and the jade-colored sunflower cup is held in his hand, like a rare treasure. Because of this hand, the cup has become more precious. Feast Bell blinked when he saw it, remembering a long time ago, Mr. used to hold a cup and said with a smile: "Little Feast Bell, guess what kind of tea is brewed in this cup?" ”

She is new to learning tea, but she is not as happy as she likes to read books to learn tea art, after A-Niang heard about it, she taught her to fool Mr., "Why don't you ask Mr. Jing to learn flower tea." ”

Flower tea is studious, beautiful, and simple, and the feast bell likes it very much, she sits on the steps, holding a dustpan, in which different flower teas are placed.

The gentleman walked over, bent down and reached out, pinched a flower, and taught her the name of the flower tea first.

"This is bergamot, this is a thousand days red, this is camellia, calendula, lily ......"

His sick and thin hand lightly touched the dustpan, and his mouth told her the same, "This is a peony, osmanthus ......"

Feast Ling held back her tears, smiled and watched her third cousin's hand hold one cup after another, and kept telling her, "This is the bell cup, this is the hexagonal cup, this is the waist cup, this is the ......"

He is teaching the same way, just like when he bent down and picked up different flower tea from the dustpan, one flower at a time.

The two points in time coincided, and the small courtyard in Lingnan became a big mansion in Kyoto, and the little girl had grown up.

She knows how to think about it, there are some things that don't need to be taught by her husband, and she knows how to affirm the truth.

- Yes, sir.

- Sir is really back.

……

At dusk, the west wind comes and the bamboo leaves are rustling, reflecting on the red wall.

Under the shadow of the red wall and bamboo, two people sit.

Ning Shuo took the cups, and wholeheartedly led her to learn the names of these cups instead of blindly being dull and sad, he picked up a few more cups, and said softly: "This is the lotus petal cup, this is the peach blossom cup, this is the round cup......"

The feast bell was stunned: "Third brother......"

Ning Shuo looked at her and asked with a gentle smile, "Huh?" ”

The feast bell showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, "Third brother, this is ......"

She choked up a little, but then trembled and pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled: "This is ...... I am a Buddha with compassion. ”

Today can only be more.

Owed three more. Plus the previous five watches, woo woo woo, eight more.

Don't be afraid, eight watches are only 16,000, I can do it!

Tomorrow I will try to pay back a few more

(End of chapter)