Chapter 822

When he left the door, he immediately attracted the attention of countless people. Gong Zilin, dressed in a crescent white robe, stood next to song Ningyu. He was talented and beautiful, and immediately attracted countless onlookers.

Gong Zilin held song Ningyu's hand tightly, gnashing his teeth and said, "go find a carriage!"

Song Ningyu glared at Gong Zilin and wanted to break away from him. Gong Zi was holding on to him when he was dying! This is a question of sovereignty!

It's only two blocks from here to the tailor's shop. When the carriage is found, everyone has arrived!

Lianqing had already turned to look for a carriage, but after a while, he drove the carriage to the door of the inn. Without saying a word, Gong Zilin carried the man and jumped into the carriage.

Lianqing listened to the low wailing of Gong Zilin in the carriage, and the corners of her mouth smoked. Didn't she suffer for herself?

The carriage stopped slowly at the door. Song Ningyu bowed his head, flicked a suspicious gray foam on his clothes, and turned and got out of the carriage.

The name of the tailor's shop is called the tailor's shop. From the decoration of the shop, it should be a century old shop. There is no one to look at it. There is only a 60 year old old man. She skillfully cuts the cloth. When she sees song Ningyu coming in, her bright eyes look at Song Ningyu, and her lips tremble slightly.

She murmured, "Oh, you haven't come to see my old woman for three years. What brings you here today?" she came out from behind the big cabinet with a plate in her hand. There were some osmanthus cake and a green plum wine on the plate. The aroma of the wine was integrated into song Ningyu's nose.

She was bent back, but she was still particular about her clothes. She was near her waistcoat next year, but she was wearing a festive bright color. Although her body was bent, her steps were fast under her feet. There was a thick smile on a slightly wrinkled face. Song Ningyu swept her eyes, and the plain white on her body hung her eyes slightly.

I think the old man's eyes are bad. He regards song Ningyu's plain white as plain white that he usually wears?

The old woman muttered, "I knew you didn't love anything, only this green plum wine. Have you waited for the girl these years?"

Song Ningyu raised her head in surprise. Her wife smiled at her mysteriously and said, "don't think my old woman doesn't know! When you're drunk, you can say everything clearly. Where is it like you now? It's boring like an ice gourd!"

Someone walked into the tailor's shop and said she wanted to make a dress. The old woman waved her hand and smiled happily on her kind face: "today, my old woman's dry son came back and won't do it. Come back tomorrow. Tomorrow, the old woman will give you a dress. It's closed."

She struggled to close the Duobao Pavilion door. There was a big bolt behind the pavilion door. Song Ningyu swept Lian Qing's eyes and signaled that she didn't have to wait any longer. The old woman couldn't see anything too far away. She closed the door and took song Ningyu towards the backyard. Song Ningyu took the plate in her hand and muttered on the corners of her lips. She didn't know whether to say it or not.

The old woman held song Ningyu's hand very kindly. A magnolia was planted in the yard. At this time, it was flowering and the flower fragrance was rich. The sun explored down from the leaves and broke out plain light. Song Ningyu's eyes were slightly red.

The old woman suddenly made a move towards song Ningyu. Her posture was fierce and rapid. Each move was extremely in place. Song Ningyu flashed in a hurry, twisted her eyebrows and deep eyes without saying anything. There was no murderous spirit on her!

After three moves, my wife sat panting on a stone bench under a large magnolia tree, waved her hand and said with a smile: "Alas, you are old and useless. You have a lot of skills."

She broke open the stone table and revealed a box. She pushed the box to song Ningyu's side and said with a gentle smile: "this is what you left three years ago. When you come again, it will be returned to you. Now it can be regarded as returning it to its owner."

The box was engraved with a large number of Begonia flowers, each of which was tied together. The edge of the box was buckled with Phnom Penh. Song Ningyu looked at the box and explained to the old woman with a choking tone: "I... the teacher didn't come, mother-in-law, I'm his apprentice."

Yes, didn't Chun Su always call himself a teacher at that time? Master and apprentice, is this the most appropriate relationship to explain their relationship?

The old woman was slightly stunned. She leaned closer and looked at Song Ningyu with bright eyes. After half a ring, she patted her head and said with a annoyed smile: "Oh, it's a girl. You're the girl who has been waiting for the boy for many years? You're really like him! Is he okay? Why didn't you come with you?"

The old woman looked around. In this small yard, except for a few magnolia trees planted together, everything could be looked at at at a glance. She looked around in a panic, and her eyes were full of hope.

Song Ningyu explained, "master, he is busy with something important, so he asked me to come and see you!"

Now she is old, her hands and feet are not as sharp as before, and those materials are not up-to-date, so few people come to the tailor's shop. Sometimes they don't see a customer for a month. Now she spends all the silver saved in the previous year. Now the old woman knows that she is afraid of not much time, so she is not likely to charge money for the clothes she makes.

Song Ningyu glanced around. There were several bright clothes on the rope. Seeing song Ningyu looking at those clothes, the old woman smiled and explained: "now I'm old, I don't know which day I'll leave. I'd better dress better and go better in the future!"

There was a touch of sadness in the tone. Song Ningyu held the box in her hand and pointed it out one by one. A black figure turned in from the wall and was right with song Ningyu's eyes. The palace smiled at Song Ningyu, with a strong warm pulse in the smile.

Song Ningyu also smiled and stretched out his hand to Gong Zilin. They stood together with their eyes gently sitting on the stone bench.

The old woman looked at Gong Zilin for a while and suddenly said, "the childe's forehead is black. I'm afraid of trouble. I'd better leave as soon as possible and go back where I come from." that's what she said. Gong Zilin's face suddenly turned black.

When the old man was, it was inevitable that her eyes would see something. She looked cold and whispered, "my old lady never deceives people. Maybe this childe can walk faster than my old lady."

Song Ningyu felt uneasy: "is there a solution?"

Gong Zi stood up and said in a deep voice, "if you don't welcome me, you can say it directly. Why speak to scare my wife. Let's go!"

Song Ning Yu thought, but it wasn't that. It was a threat. What if it became true? She held Gong Zilin's hand tightly and wrinkled slightly: "grandma, can you solve it?"

The old woman slowly stood up and murmured, "disaster is hard to escape. If you avoid it, everything will rest. You can't avoid it, but you can't meet in the yellow spring."

Gong Zilin angrily dragged song Ningyu out of the tailor's shop. It was Qingshi street outside. Lian Qing stopped at the door in a carriage and explained, "young master, don't worry... So..."