Fu Ciyi's eyebrows gathered, and his voice was faint: "I'll go wash first." ”

"Okay, I'm going to wash and sleep too." Yan Fu lowered her eyes and said dumbly.

The man walked out of the west wing, his right hand clenched and released, and then clenched again.

After the two of them have washed up, they go to bed.

The sheets hung in the middle of the bed as usual.

Tonight was quiet.

Yan Funing lay on her side, her voice low and soft: "Can you tell me how we got married?" ”

It is written that they have been married since childhood, but it is not clear how the marriage contract came about.

For some reason, she was curious about the origin of their engagement.

Fu Ciyi lay down calmly and didn't answer for a long time.

Just when Yan Funing felt that he couldn't speak, he suddenly spoke: "When I was a child, I saw you, when my grandfather took me to the bookstore to choose the four treasures of the study. ”

"When I was a child, I was seen before, was I beautiful at that time?" Yan Funing couldn't help asking.

"It's not very good-looking, and I love to cry nose." His tone grew colder and colder.

The corners of his lips rippled with a touch of curvature.

At that time, she looked pink and glutinous, like a fairy, just standing there and making people unable to take their eyes off, and there was no shadow of arrogance and domineering.

It was the first time he saw her.

At that time, they were separated by several feet, and where did they think that she was hit by someone, and the rock sugar gourd in her hand fell to the ground, and she immediately cried out of breath.

He had never seen a girl who could cry so much.

Immediately disgusted.

The first impression faded in an instant.

But my grandfather was not like that.

Grandfather stood on the side of the road and watched her cry with interest, and said to him: "Grandfather is so old, it is the first time to see a girl crying so beautifully. 】

But he didn't think so: [No matter how beautiful you cry, you still cry. 】

But my grandfather said: "It's so beautiful to cry, and it's even better to laugh." 】

He said: [It doesn't matter if she looks good or not, grandfather, let's go buy the four treasures of the study. 】

Grandfather reached out and touched the top of his hair, and doted: [My family Ciyi is also very good-looking, and a good-looking son should be a match for a good-looking girl. 】

At that time, he had no idea what his grandfather meant.

Soon after, he had a fiancée.

He didn't care who his fiancée was.

What he has always cared about is to gain fame and make his grandfather satisfied.

His words were taught by his grandfather, and every stroke contained his grandfather's hard work.

When he grew up, his calligraphy skills were far better than his grandfather's.

His grandfather left him not many ink treasures, and the most detailed one was the marriage letter.

Then the grandfather was gone.

The marriage letter written by his grandfather himself really became his thoughts.

Every time he took out the marriage book to look at it, he had already memorized the eight characters about her birthday.

If it is said that he must be married when he is born, then he is naturally willing to accept his grandfather's arrangement.

He had thought countless times about how gentle a woman who could summon Fu Ning should be.

Who would have thought that the woman on the marriage book had grown up and become so delicate, not only ridiculed him many times, but finally tore up the marriage book and withdrew his kiss in front of everyone.

Yan Funing was surprised: "Ah, wasn't I good-looking when I was a child?" ”

But in her own impression, she is from a small beauty to a big one.

Suddenly remembered that day when he came back from the village school, he only said that she was beautiful at that moment.

In his eyes, she has always been not very good-looking.

I really suspect that he is the same as Beimo said, and his eyes are blind.

Her second question pulled Fu Ciyi out of his thoughts, and his voice was shallow: "How do you want to look good?" ”

"It's just so good to see that it makes people happy, isn't it because of this that it's a kiss?"

She was confused.

If she was not good-looking when she was young, how could his grandfather set a family affair for them?

Fu Ciyi still said lightly: "If you want to think so, you can do it." ”

The corners of his lips curled in a self-deprecating arc, and now he likes to see her cry, and he likes to hear her cry.

It's weird.

After a slight pause, he asked, "Yan Funing, you like to eat rock sugar gourds, right?" ”

"Sweet and sour, I like to eat it." Her hand unconsciously drew circles on the sheets, and one by one the circles were strung together, and it was a string of rock sugar gourds, "How do you know I like to eat?" ”

"I guess."

His voice cleared.

"But whether it's kumquat or hawthorn, it has to be harvested in autumn, and now there is no season, and you can't make rock sugar gourds."

"Can you make rock sugar gourds?" He asked.

"Well, it's easy, I'll do it, and I'll make it for you next time."

"Okay."

It tastes sweet and sour.

The unhappiness of the episode of the marriage book gradually dissipated at this moment.

After a while, the woman's gentle and shallow breathing sounded out, even and long.

When Fu Ciyi heard the voice, he knew that she was already asleep.

Thin lips lightly opened: "You are very good-looking when you were young, and you are carved in pink." ”

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Yan Fu fell asleep.

In the dream, she was probably very young.

On that day, the family had dinner in the restaurant, and Yan's mother's two maids went to line up to buy rock sugar gourds, and the two bought two strings and gave them to their younger siblings.

The rock sugar gourd in that shop is the best in Ling County, and people who buy it every day can line up from the street to the end of the street, and there are rules that each person can only buy one bunch.

But she didn't have to eat.

She likes to eat rock sugar gourds, so she coquettishly told Yan's mother that she wanted to eat them too.

Yan's mother said coldly: [You are a sister, why are you still so greedy? If you really want to eat, queue up and buy it yourself. 】

So, she ran down from the second floor of the restaurant and lined up at the end of the line.

When it was her turn, she finally got a bunch.

This was the last string of rock sugar gourds in the store that day.

She lifted the rock sugar gourd and showed it to Yan's mother on the second floor of the restaurant.

Who would have thought that when someone hit him at this time, the rock sugar gourd in his hand fell to the ground.

The younger siblings lay on the window and laughed at her.

She cried even louder.

Yan's mother shook her head and didn't send anyone to coax her.

She is so wronged, and her mother will not be like this to her younger brothers and sisters.

Fu Ciyi was about to fall asleep, when he suddenly heard her breathless cry, and hurriedly got up.

"Yan Funing, what's wrong with you?"

She didn't react, just cried vigorously.

really heard her cry like this, he couldn't bear it, so he got out of bed and lit the lamp to see her.

The girl in front of her rested her hands on her chest, her fair little face was full of tears, and she couldn't wake up.

He leaned over and patted her cheek gently, "But it's a nightmare?" ”

She still cried to herself.

I cried so much that I choked, and then I actually said in my dream: "I am also my mother's child, why do my younger brothers and sisters have to eat it, and I have to buy it myself?" ”

"When my younger brothers and sisters cry, my mother will hug them and coax them softly."

"I want a hug too."

"But my mother never hugged me."

Hearing this, Fu Ciyi was very moved, slowly sat on the edge of the bed, and patted her shoulder: "Don't cry." ”

In the next moment, she suddenly sat up, threw herself into his arms, and sobbed: "Mother, you hug me, okay?" ”

Fu Ciyi's hand on her shoulder stiffened.

There was a blank in my mind.

After thinking about it for a while, he still held her in his arms.

The girl in her arms gradually stopped crying: "It's so warm, I never knew that my mother's arms were so warm." ”

(End of chapter)