Chapter 148

Zhongchun went home, picked up chestnuts and went into the house to teach him to write.

A moment later, song Xijiao enters the door, holding the flowers in her hand, her face full of loss, and closes the door. She didn't know what was wrong with Zhongchun, who had provoked him, and what had happened.

Because Zhong Chun seldom told her about him.

However, she is sure that Zhong Chun is in a bad mood, which must have nothing to do with her. Because when they went out this morning, they were still fine. They didn't see each other all day. In the evening, he put his face on himself. How could it have anything to do with her.

Who provoked him The butcher who took his goods? People in the village? Or the Hu woman in hanxianglou?

She went into her room, put the flowers on the curtain at the head of the bed, and slowly sat by the bed, listening to Zhong Chunzheng patiently and carefully teaching chestnut lessons in the next room, with a slight bend of her mouth and a bitter smile.

That's good for chestnuts. I'm only angry at myself.

During dinner, song Xijiao saw that Zhong Chun was still silent and did not even look at herself. She tried to put a piece of meat into his bowl. Zhongchun was indifferent. He didn't look up to see her. He didn't even know who gave him that piece of meat.

After dinner, Zhong Chun went back to his room, closed the door, and never came out again.

Song Xijiao is very rare. He is in such a bad mood. He is really worried. He walks around his room and finally comes up with an idea.

She went to the cellar and brought out a jar of sake. Then she went to the kitchen and arranged some dishes on the stone table in the yard. It seemed that she could see it. Then she ran into the room and took out the flowers hanging at the head of the bed and put them beside the sake.

But see the cold moon reflecting sake, night wind blowing peach blossom, it is a beautiful day, suitable for a small drink to talk about the atmosphere!

She checked again with satisfaction. Then she went to the door of Zhongchun's room, raised her hand and patted the door and said, "Zhongchun, I've prepared food and wine. Would you come out and drink some wine with me?"

With that, she stood at the door and waited quietly for a while, but there was no reaction or even any sound.

Knowing that he couldn't sleep at this time, song Xijiao patted the door again: "Zhongchun? Will you stay with me for a moment

It's just that there's still no response in the room.

Song Xijiao knew that he was not going to pay attention to himself.

She turned around, walked to the stone table and sat down. She poured herself a small cup of sake and sipped it. The fragrance of the wine is very light, but with a little spicy flavor. It glides across her throat in a cool and clear way. Her tears almost burst out, but after swallowing, there is a light sweet taste coiled around the tip of her tongue, which is not scattered for a long time.

It turns out that sake is so delicious.

It's a pity that drinking alone is a little lonely.

Is it so bitter to fall in love? She has already felt Zhong Chun's embrace and tasted the sweetness he brings to herself. Finally, it's her turn to be bitter.

At this time, she suddenly thought of some sour words about love, what lonely, lonely and cold, once saw only feel affectation, no love, and friendship and family!

But now she really realized that there is no love more worrying than love.

Happiness is double happiness, and sorrow is double sorrow.

Song Xijiao looked up at the bright moon in the sky. Suddenly, a poem floated through her mind:

a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, the shadow into three people.

She looked down at her own shadow and couldn't help laughing. It was really the occasion!

Zhongchun stands in front of the window and looks at the picture of song Xijiao drinking alone at a stone table. Suddenly, he feels a little distressed.

As a woman, she has to fight against the rich song family alone, take care of her brother and sister-in-law, set up a bamboo paper farm everywhere, and now she has to fight against the son of Wednesday, who dare not even send her family away. She has paid enough and insisted on it.

As her husband, he can't stand by her side and help her to keep out the wind and rain, but also increase her worries He clenched his fist and frowned.

It's really confusing to care.

Why did he lose his mind in such a simple matter?

Thinking, he opened the door, went to the stone table, sat down beside her and looked at her. Ming Ming he all sat over, but song Xijiao was still lying on the table, holding her face, staring at the cold moon on top of her head in a daze.

"Xijiao."

"Well?"

Zhongchun pauses and hesitates to tell her what happened in the evening. To explain this, you should first ask her about the Wangyuan bridge that day. But song Xijiao did not take the initiative to tell him, but went to find Hu que, which is always his heart knot, so that he can not ask how to export.

They sat in silence for a long time, no one spoke.

After a while, song Xijiao suddenly stood up and gave him a faint smile: "it's very late. I'll go back to sleep first."

With that, she turned and walked to her room.

This time, she did not look back, no hesitation in her step. She went straight back to her room and closed the door.Zhongchun took the pot of sake, and it was half less. He turned his head and looked at the past. Song Xijiao's room had never been lit by candlelight or even the sound of dressing and changing clothes.

he knew that she was sad.

He picked up the pot of sake on the table and threw it up. Then he got up and went to song Xijiao's window. He stopped and gazed at the window. Although he could not see anything clearly, he never looked away.

As the moonlight faded, a thick layer of night frost fell on his body. Zhong Chun still stood there and did not move until song Xijiao's slight dreaminess sounded in the room, and he turned away.

The next day, song Xijiao woke up feeling uncomfortable.

After drinking wine last night, I was in a bad mood. When I got back to my room, I didn't even take off my clothes. I woke up in the middle of the night, picked up the quilt and put it on my body. Now I wake up, not only my hair has become a bird's nest, but also my favorite dress is full of wrinkles.

She sat down in front of the dressing mirror and disassembled her hair bun. She didn't know if it was because she was in a bad mood. Even she was lazy in dressing. She casually wore a crescent bun and tied it with a light yellow ribbon. Then she changed into a moon white dress and went out to fetch water and wash her face.

In the courtyard, Zhong Chun is teaching chestnut to practice martial arts. When he sees her coming out, his eyes immediately stick to her.

Chestnut is boxing, small fist clenched tightly, a fist out, can not see any strength, but like a little tiger, shaking his head. He hit a few times, feel wrong, then raised his head to ask: "Daddy, am I wrong?"

But Zhong Chun didn't hear a word, just staring at Song Xijiao.

Today, her dress is so simple that she can hardly find any ornament on her whole body. She has not even worn the hairpin he sent her. As soon as she entered the yard, she walked to the well to draw water, then carried it into the house to wash, without looking at herself.

He knew that she was still angry.

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