hate farewell thirteen

After the snow fell, the weather in Jiangning Mansion became completely cold. Father Song obtained a batch of good fur materials, cut out some clothes, and let Song Shumando and Qingmei Dailan go for a walk.

Song Shuman picked out a mink fur coat with a fur collar and sent it to Zhou Ru. Zhou Ru refused for a long time, but Song Shuman still accepted it.

"Father gave me a batch of fur materials. I cut a few pieces, and I will bring you the first one. I think this dark blue one suits you best."

"Then there are other pieces that I want to send to other sisters one by one?"

"Qingmei Dailan, why are you jealous of them?"

"Then you are going to send it to them?"

"You can send the clothes at any time, and you can ask someone to take them there, but my sister can't do it here. If you don't try it, does it fit?"

Song Shuman put it on for Zhou Ru, and it fit well.

Zhou Ru stood in front of the mirror, "I haven't seen you ask me about my body size, when did you secretly measure it?"

"I hugged her last time, wrapped it around my waist, and secretly remembered it in my heart. Besides, with my sister's good figure, she looks good in anything she wears."

"It's your sweetness."

Before Song Shuman left, Zhou Ru took a scarf and tied it on her, "It's not as precious as yours, it's cold outside, so wear it to keep out the cold."

The scarf is soft and sticks to the chin of the neck, blocking the wind, so it is naturally much warmer.

"My sister wove it by herself?"

"I wove one a few days ago, and I just learned from Ning Shu. I'm not very good at it. I originally wanted to re-knit another one and give it to you. When you come, you can wear it first." Zhou Ru tidied the scarf for Song Shuman , "The weaving is not as good-looking as the ones bought outside. Next time, I'll buy some as a gift for you."

The stitches of the scarf are too tight, and the knitting is crooked. Looking at the raw hands, I don't know that my sister has knitted it in a few nights.But she felt that the scarf was plain and beautiful, and it was made by her sister, so she was very happy.

"Just this! Nothing else."

"Who will snatch this from you, the left and right are yours."

Song Shuman always wears this scarf, and goes to Liao's house to meet Lin Dailan, making jokes for a long time, Lin Dailan points to the scarf on Song Shuman's neck and laughs, "Song Shuman, when can't even afford a scarf, you and I'll come, I have a lot here, you can pick whatever you want."

"What do you know? This scarf is so beautiful, I don't want yours."

"Yes yes yes, I don't understand, you just look good if you think it looks good. But why do you have time to see me today? Could it be that you came to see Liao Shenyan?"

"I came to see you and see if there is any difference between Miss Lin and Mrs. Liao. Looking at your face, you don't lack anything, just one thing."

"You used to disbelieve this the most, but now you still seem to be talking about these goddamn words, so tell me, what am I missing?"

Song Shuman ordered someone to come in with clothes, "I'm missing a piece of clothing."

Lin Dailan took it and looked at it, "Why did the clothes come suddenly?"

"It's okay, can't you give gifts?"

"There is nothing to be diligent about, either a traitor or a thief."

"Where are so many nonsense, I think you have been with Liao Shenyan for a long time, and you are confused."

Lin Dailan tried on the clothes, and gestured to Song Shuman, "Does it look good?"

"Looks good, you don't look good in what you wear."

Lin Dailan took off her clothes and handed them to the servant to wash. She took Song Shuman's hand and sat down, "Last time I asked you Chuxue to confess, did you go?"

Before Song Shuman could answer, Lin Dailan continued with her own words, "Look at me, I didn't realize it. He knitted your scarf for you, right? No wonder you have to ask for mine. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, what?" Isn't it good?"

"It seems that he is very kind to you. I will ask Liao Shenyan to weave one for me next time."

"Liao Shenyan's hands and feet, weaving such a thing, it's funny to think about it. If it's finished, call me to see it."

"With a precedent like yours, I must talk to him every day, and he will start knitting one for me."

"By the way, when the day is right for you, bring him out and let me have a look. Although I don't know how to judge a person from his appearance, it's not difficult for you to find out what his family has been up to for three generations. .”

"Check what it does, and don't live with her grandparents."

"This is what you don't understand. The people raised in this living environment are very different, and you are Western-learned. What's that called, genes!"

"Okay, I'm sensible."

Qingmei was pregnant for more than four months, and it was cold in winter, Qingmei had taken care of her body for a while, and now she seldom went out, so Song Shuman often went to see her to relieve her boredom.

"I brought you a cloak, cut from fine fur."

Xu Qingmei touched the plush material, curled her mouth, "I won't go out now, just stay in the house, I may not be useful if you bring it, it's a pity that it looks so good."

"Want me to take you out for a walk?"

Xu Qingmei immediately beamed with joy, "It will come in handy now."

"Your Mr. Jiang told me that the wind and cold are good some time ago. If you go out to blow the air again, if you catch the cold again, your husband will have to peel me off."

"You listen to him, don't listen to me, he is your childhood, your good friend, I am nothing anymore."

Song Shuman laughed at her, "Why are you jealous? When the weather gets warmer in spring, I will definitely go out with you every day."

"It's colder in early spring, and you have to wait for several months. You two are in the same group. The cake is big enough. Not to mention the cake crumbs, I don't even see any flour."

"You're going to be a mother, why are you still so childish?"

"I've finished reading all the novels that Jiang Li brought me. The one I'm chasing is two issues late and hasn't been updated. I can't wait to go to the author's home to see him write. I want to see what he does every day. Why is it not updated."

"Of course it will be updated once it's written. Let me tell you something funny. Look at my scarf. Lin Dailan saw it and asked Liao Shenyan to weave one too. You said that Liao Shenyan should hold the needle and thread honestly. I am Just thinking about it makes me laugh."

"Speaking of these two people, I didn't go to Liao Shenyan and Lin Dailan when they got married some time ago. At that time, I had severe morning sickness. Jiang Li didn't allow me to go, and let me rest at home."

"Your body is important, Liao Shen said to him, he has many friends and it's very lively, even if you go, he won't care about you."

"As soon as winter arrives, the New Year will come soon, and I look forward to the New Year."

"I have a family, and Liao Shenyan also has a family. Now I want to come to you soon."

Song Shuman bowed her head and said nothing, she got married, how could she and Zhou Ru get married.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing."

Song Shuman raised her head and touched Xu Qingmei's belly, knowing that she didn't show her body when she was pregnant, but now she can see it a little bit, "How are you doing recently, the child and you are all fine."

"Well, you're healthy, and your appetite has improved recently."

"When I returned to China, I never thought about everything so quickly. When I was studying outside, I was the only one holding a book every day. After returning, your wedding, Liao Shenyan's wedding, was so lively for a while. I thought it was over. It's been a long time, but it's still this year."

"In Jiangning Mansion is always better than outside."

Xu Qingmei looked out the window and said that the weather was fine, "Choose a sunny day at the end of the year, and you can accompany me to the temple to pray for blessings, okay?"

"Just let me know when you set a date."

"You don't believe in ghosts and gods, so I thought you would refuse."

"It's not difficult to just accompany you to the temple. It's not a bad thing to have faith."

"Then you are, believe it again?"

Song Shuman smiled and shook her head, "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, if you have your own destiny arrangement, I also want to see what my arrangement is."

"Then what if your destiny arrangement is not to your liking?"

"Then don't believe in fate arrangements."

After choosing a good day, Song Shuman accompanied Xu Qingmei to the temple, the smell of incense in front of the temple and the soot in the air went straight into her nose, she couldn't get used to the smell, so she sneezed twice.

Xu Qingmei leaned into her ear and said to her: "Just wait for me outside, you don't need to come in with me, this is how it is here."

"The incense is strong, which is a good thing from any point of view. There are so many people here, and your movement is not more convenient than before. I'd better support you, so as not to be crowded."

Xu Qingmei took three sticks of incense, while Song Shuman was waiting at the side, a lady from someone's family, wearing a French white dress, curly hair tied up high, foreign and cute, the old lady knelt on the futon, she stood aside, It should have come with my mother.

The old woman glared at her and signaled her to kneel down together, but she didn't listen, and instead said loudly, "Mum, these are all feudal superstitions, it doesn't matter how many times you pray."

The temple hall was already quiet, and the people who prayed were all light-footed. For a while, her voice filled the room, which aroused the displeasure of the abbot.The abbot went to her and asked her to go out.

She knew from her mother's punishing eyes that she had caused trouble. Although she seemed to know she was wrong on the surface, she went out of the lobby happily and waited for her mother outside.

Song Shuman looked at her a few more times, Xu Qingmei got up after praying, took Song Shuman's arm, and asked in a low voice: "What are you looking at?"

The two stepped out of the wooden threshold, and Song Shuman replied, "The young lady who didn't know which family she was just now is quite interesting."

"I haven't seen it either, I don't know which one it is from."

"Let's go, which one is none of our business."

There is a hundred-year-old tree in the temple, tied with a red string to hang a wooden sign, and a tree with red threads floating, carrying the long-cherished wishes of an unknown number of people.

Xu Qingmei asked her: "Do you want to write one?"

"Write what?"

"It's up to you. Be healthy and everything will go well. You can write anything."

Song Shuman thought about it, and only wrote four words, "May you be well."

After hanging up with Xu Qingmei's, Song Shuman accompanied Xu Qingmei in the car back to Jiang's house, on the way Xu Qingmei looked at Song Shuman, "What is written on your wooden sign?"

"Why don't you tell me what you wrote?"

"If you say it, it won't work."

"Then you still let me tell?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and had a good time together, Xu Qingmei sang childhood nursery rhymes, Song Shuman echoed, singing and laughing all the way, the mood was as bright and brilliant as the weather.

"When you get married, the days like this will be halved again."

"Thinking about so many things you don't have is going to make your hair fall out."