Song Mansion Hall.

Song Yuanshan sat on the chair and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Yang Lan scolded with a grim face on the side.

"If the house burns down, it will burn down, and then it will be rebuilt, but that girl died here, how can we live in the future?"

"This is a dead house!"

"And it's not old age or disease, it's suicide for love, it's going to become a ghost!"

Song Yuanshan suddenly opened his eyes and shouted with a gloomy face: "Shut up!" ”

Song Wan'er sat with her head bowed and did not speak.

At this time, Ping'er suddenly said outside: "Master, madam, miss, Luo Gongzi is back!" ”

Song Wan'er hurriedly stood up and greeted the door.

Yang Lan twisted her body, sat down on the chair, pinned her head, and looked away, her face full of hatred.

Luo Qingfeng's clothes were soaked, and he entered the hall in embarrassment, and arched his hand: "Cousin, cousin." ”

Seeing him like this, Song Yuanshan hurriedly got up and said, "Qingfeng, why are you drenched like this?" Quick, go change your clothes, don't get sick. ”

Then he immediately ordered: "Xiaohuan, Xiao'e, go to the kitchen to boil some ginger soup." ”

The two little maids hurriedly took the order to retreat.

Song Wan'er said with concern on her face: "Cousin, go and change your clothes, Wan'er bought you new clothes." By the way, you will live in the eldest brother's courtyard in the future, Wan'er has already cleaned up there, clothes, shoes and socks and newly bought books are all placed there, and my cousin can go directly there. ”

Luo Qingfeng lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and said, "Cousin, cousin, I'm sorry ......"

Song Yuanshan waved his hand and said, "What are you talking about now?" You didn't feel sorry for us either. If the house burns down, it will burn down, and then it will be built, as long as you are okay, go and change your clothes. ”

Yang Lan still twisted her body, didn't look at him, and her face was gloomy.

"Cousin, let's go, don't get sick."

Song Wan'er picked up the oil-paper umbrella in the corridor, gently opened it, and urged in a gentle tone.

Luo Qingfeng didn't speak anymore and followed her away.

Passing through the round door, he looked at the empty ground not far away.

Yesterday's ruins have been cleared.

Rain is also washing away the traces there.

However, the memories left there, no matter how heavy the rain, can't be washed away.

Song Wan'er held an umbrella, also looked over there, and sighed softly: "Cousin, everyone outside says ......"

She bowed her head slightly, didn't continue, and said softly: "But Wan'er knows that her cousin is not that kind of person. It's just that this marriage has too many twists and turns, and my cousin should not have adapted to it for a while, so he quarreled with Sister Zhao'er. Sister Zhao'er, if she wasn't too impulsive......"

Luo Qingfeng spoke: "Actually, I really don't want to marry her. ”

Song Wan'er was slightly stunned when she heard this: "Why? Didn't my cousin and Sister Zhao'er like each other for a long time? ”

Luo Qingfeng looked at her beautiful and soft face, and said, "At that time, she and I were just two little guesses, we had a good impression of each other, and we just liked to play together, not between men and women. Moreover, at that time, there were not many girls in the village. ”

Song Wan'er was stunned for a moment, as if she understood or not: "Oh." ”

The two continued to walk forward, and soon came to Song Chuan's small courtyard.

Song Wan'er said softly: "Big brother's things have been taken away, the house has been cleaned again, quilts and sheets are all new." Wan'er also got some new clothes, new shoes and socks for her cousin at the store, and went to the bookstore to buy books. If my cousin has other needs, just say yes to Wan'er. ”

Luo Qingfeng nodded: "Thank you." ”

Song Wan'er showed a gentle smile on her face: "Family, why be polite." ”

Luo Qingfeng entered the house, took off his muddy shoes and coat at the door of the room, and then entered the room.

The furnishings in the room are the same as in the previous room.

Even the books are placed in the same place.

Song Wan'er also took off her shoes, walked in, and said softly: "Cousin, these are all placed by Wan'er according to your previous room." ”

Luo Qingfeng glanced at her and said softly, "Wan'er, thank you." ”

Song Wan'er chuckled and said, "Cousin is being polite to Wan'er again." ”

Luo Qingfeng's gaze looked at the dressing mirror in the corner of the wall.

Song Wan'er said softly: "Cousin, hurry up and change your clothes, don't catch a cold." ”

With that, she went to the closet to help him get new clothes, and handed them to him with a gentle face.

Luo Qingfeng took the clothes and looked at her.

Song Wan'er made eye contact with him, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and showed a hint of shyness on her face: "Cousin......"

Luo Qingfeng said: "I'm going to change my clothes." ”

Song Wan'er was stunned, then she reacted, and hurriedly said, "Oh, that'...... That Wan'er went out first......"

As she spoke, she walked out of the room with her head bowed and blushing, and closed the door for him.

Luo Qingfeng stood in the room for a while, and then Fang took off his soaked clothes and changed into clean clothes.

He looked at the cracked ruby in his hand, took a moment, and put it in his pocket.

He stood still for a few more moments.

He slowly walked over to the vanity mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

Then, looking at the new bed.

However, there was no longer a girl waiting for him who always shouted sweetly "Brother Afeng".

Even if it is a faceless bride, there will be no more.

He lowered his head and slowly clenched his fists.

At this time, Song Wan'er's gentle voice came from outside the door: "Cousin, have you changed your clothes?" Does it still fit? ”

Luo Qingfeng let go of his fist and said, "It fits perfectly." Wan'er, thank you. ”

Song Wan'er smiled: "That's good." Cousin, let's see what is still missing in the room, and Wan'er will go out tomorrow to buy it for you. ”

Luo Qingfeng was silent for a moment, and his tone was calm: "There is still a bride missing." ”

It's quiet outside.

After a while.

Song Wan'er sighed softly and said, "Cousin, everything has passed, don't think about it anymore, cousin will definitely be able to find a better bride in the future." ”

Luo Qingfeng said lightly: "Hopefully." ”

At this time, Ping'er said outside: "Miss, the ginger soup is ready." ”

Song Wan'er hurriedly said, "Cousin, let's drink a bowl of ginger soup." You've been drenched in so much rain, be careful of getting sick. ”

Luo Qingfeng paused, went over and opened the door.

Song Wan'er stood at the door with a bowl of steaming ginger soup, saw him change into new clothes, and then glanced at his delicate and handsome face, and said with a slightly red cheek: "Cousin is really handsome in new clothes." ”

As he spoke, he handed the ginger soup in his hand in front of him, looking at him tenderly with his eyes.

Luo Qingfeng took the ginger soup, put it on the table, and said, "I'll drink it later." ”

With that, go to the bookshelf and look through the books on it.

Song Wan'er glanced at it and said a little embarrassedly: "Those books were all bought by Wan'er casually, I don't know if my cousin needs them." Cousin take a look first, if it's still bad, we'll go to the bookstore tomorrow to buy it. ”

Luo Qingfeng picked up a copy, opened it and looked at it a few times, and said, "Well, I'll take a look first." ”

Then he looked at her again and said, "Wan'er, you guys go get busy first, I'm a little tired, and I'm going to rest after reading a while." ”

Song Wan'er nodded: "Then Wan'er won't bother my cousin, cousin remember to drink the ginger soup while it's hot." ”

Luo Qingfeng agreed.

Song Wan'er glanced at him again and helped him close the door.

The pink oil-paper umbrella opens.

Song Wan'er wore a pink skirt, took the little maid Ping'er, stepped on the rain, and left the courtyard.

Luo Qingfeng stood in front of the window, silently watching their backs disappear into the doorway.

Then, his eyes looked at the ginger soup on the table.

Chicken broth, medicinal broth, broth, ginger broth......

It's nice to have soup for him every night.

The other side.

Song Wan'er returned to her small courtyard.

Entered the house.

She took off her shoes at the door and went into her boudoir.

The boudoir is full of girly pink decorations.

There was a pink carpet on the floor, and the curtains on the bed and the curtains in front of the windows were all pink.

She walked over to the window, gently pushed it open, and looked at the suddenly vacant place not far away.

I stood for a long time.

She turned, walked over to the dresser, sat down slowly, and looked at herself in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror has a delicate face and a gentle temperament.

Those beautiful and gentle eyes are watery, overflowing with the seductive spring color of the girl's emotion.

"Is there a bride missing......

She muttered.