hate farewell thirteen

On the night of the wedding, Ji Yangqing told her that he loved her and would love her even more, and that they were husband and wife.He did a really good job.

In fact, Ji's family doesn't like Song Shuman, especially his mother.It's ridiculous to say that at that time, the emphasis was on getting married, and Song Shuman's situation was that she had been engaged to a child marriage since she was a child, and she also wanted to divorce the man.

The old lady was dissatisfied with Song Shuman, but she would not deliberately make things difficult for her, although she did not show Song Shuman any good looks.Only a few days after the marriage, the old lady was always nagging, asking Song Shuman to give her a grandson as soon as possible, so that the Ji family could carry on the family line, which made Song Shuman's ears callous.

Ji Yangqing was fine when he was at home, he would hold Song Shuman's wrist and protect Song Shuman behind him, "Shuman is still young, I'm not in a hurry."

"Still young? When other people's family is at her age, the children will walk on the ground."

"Don't blame Shuman, it's because I'm not free. There are too many things in the store recently, and I can't be busy."

The old lady rolled her eyes at Ji Yangqing sideways, wondering if Song Shuman had missed her.She lowered her head and kept her mouth shut. If she talked back at this time, the old lady would definitely scold even more vigorously.It should be what a good wife should do not to add trouble to Ji Yangqing for nothing.

After marrying into Ji's family, Song Shuman became much more reticent. She didn't talk much with Ji Yangqing before, and she was even more restrained in Ji's family.Song Shuman was always submissive in Ji's house, bowed her head when listening to the old lady's lecture, and often stayed alone in the room.

Song Shuman herself felt awkward, she was not like the young mistress in Ji's house, but Yan who strayed into the master's house and lived under the fence.

After dinner, the two of them went back to the room together. Ji Yangqing closed the door, took out a small box from his trousers pocket, and handed it to Song Shuman, "I saw it on the way home, and I thought your paint must look good, so I bought it back, and I don't care about it." I know if you like it or not."

"That's how the old lady talks. Don't take it to heart. Is there anything you're not used to living in? I'll ask the servants to buy something that suits your liking."

Song Shuman took the small box and held it in the palm of her hand, "No, there is nothing I am not used to living in, everything is fine."

"Don't open it to see if you like it?"

Only now did Song Shuman unpack the outer packaging, inside was a round tin box of rouge, magenta.She sat by the bed, too lazy to move around, so she didn't try the color, but nodded, "I like it."

Ji Yangqing took a few steps to the dressing table and brought a small mirror, knelt down in front of Song Shuman with one knee, and put the mirror on his chest to illuminate Song Shuman, "Try it, how will you know if you don't try it?"

Song Shuman didn't expect Ji Yangqing to do this, she was taken aback for a while, and then laughed embarrassedly at her natural reaction.She wiped the rouge on her cheeks with her fingertips, and then gently patted the blush away, "Does it look good?"

"Looks good, my wife has always been good-looking."

It was the first time Song Shuman heard Ji Yangqing call herself that. He was too close, causing Song Shuman to lean back unconsciously, lowering her head slightly, just in time to meet herself in the mirror.Her cheeks are pink, I don't know if it's because of the increase in body temperature or the heavy blush just now.

"Yangqing, you should call me Shuman."

"I was rude." Ji Yangqing stood up with a smile, his smile was flat and natural, in stark contrast to Song Shuman who was stiff with embarrassment.Sometimes Song Shuman would look at Ji Yangqing and think, would such a man be so emotional that he would collapse, and what would it be like to be angry.

"No, it's just that I'm not used to this name, and it sounds awkward."

"Shuman, let's move out." Ji Yangqing said without answering the preface, "I settled a house in the city before, although it is not as big as here, but it is more than enough for the two of us to live in Yes, it's very close to the Song Mansion, and it only takes about 10 minutes to walk. When you're bored, you can often go back to accompany Uncle Song and younger brother."

"I'm fine, and I'm still used to living here. My mother-in-law is tough-mouthed and soft-hearted to me, and she usually takes good care of me." Song Shuman's thoughts are naturally agreeable, but when she moves out at this time, she doesn't know how many gossips are going on Discuss behind your back.

"It's me who wants to move out. Anyway, I see that the old lady has been dissatisfied for a long time. She has never given birth to a child herself, and she is urging you so hard."

Song Shuman stared at Ji Yangqing with wide eyes, "I thought she was your biological mother..."

Ji Yangqingyun said lightly: "My mother is a little person with no name and no distinction, and I am just an illegitimate child of the Ji family, but their stomachs are not up to date, and they can't give birth to a son, so it falls on me Outsiders think that I am the eldest wife's son. Anyone who has stayed in the Jifu for a long time knows this. They look down on you, and they look down on me. '."

The illegitimate child is not of a glorious background. How many people hide and tuck themselves in, wishing to swallow it in their stomachs for the rest of their lives so that no one will find out. They were married less than half a month ago, and Ji Yangqing told Song Shuman lightly like this.

"Why did you tell me everything like that?"

"If the official wife I am marrying can't even say this, I might as well just marry a photo."

"Then where is your biological mother now?"

"Dead, forced to death by the old lady. She even hanged Bai Ling after being poisoned. Her methods are really ruthless, much more ruthless than her skin."

"sorry, I do not know……"

Ji Yangqing stroked Song Shuman's hair, "What's the matter? It's been a long time ago. If you want to, I'll take you to see your mother's grave."

Song Shuman raised her hand to touch Ji Yangqing's head like a ghost, but Ji Yangqing didn't expect her action, nor did she herself.Song Shuman withdrew her hand, "My mother also passed away when I was a child, leaving behind a younger brother who looks very similar to my mother, when I look at him, I think of my mother."

"You and I are considered poor predestined people, but we got together."

Song Shuman was holding back her tears, but when she looked up, she saw Ji Yangqing smiling. Ji Yangqing had faced Song Shuman without hiding himself, but she still couldn't see through.

Song Shuman thought, she is stupid, she always can't see through others, she couldn't see through her sister in the past, and now she can't see through Ji Yangqing.

Ji Yang smiled brightly, Song Shuman asked him: "What are you laughing at?"

"I remember I lent you an umbrella at that time, and you said you didn't need an umbrella because you were looking at the beautiful scenery after the rain."

"You have been wronged by marrying me. I will never see the beautiful Miss Song back then. It is only today that I realize that Miss Song is not only beautiful, but also sentimental."

Song Shuman was at a loss when she heard this, what did this man say, she was dazed, and she listened to Ji Yangqing say:

"Let's move out. I'll tell my father that you don't have to worry about it, and don't worry about those gossips. I won't let them get into your ears."

"You don't have to change anything because of your identity as Mrs. Ji, just be yourself."

Just be yourself.

From the first time she saw him, Song Shuman believed in him. She believed that he had no malice in lending her umbrella at that time, believed that he could solve the Song family's plight, and believed that he would not persecute her when he said.

She believed in him, but didn't love him. She kept telling herself in her heart that if she could fall in love with Ji Yangqing, the rest of her life would not necessarily be happy, but it would definitely be much better.

But she couldn't.

On the third day of March, Song Shuman moved into a new home. The house was neither too big nor too small. The decoration was simple, but it was bright and clean.Ji Yangqing said that after moving in, let Song Shuman buy things while living there.

The house is indeed very close to the Song Mansion, and the street where it is located is also familiar to Song Shuman. Ji Yangqing didn't hire a servant, so he lived alone, free and easy.

Jiang Li and his wife came to congratulate her, and when Xu Qingmei saw Song Shuman, she ran towards her, took Song Shuman's arm and called her a primary school student with a smile, "Mistress is here to see you."

"Your house," Xu Qingmei took Song Shuman's hand and walked in while looking up and down, "it's quite empty."

"Yangqing doesn't know what I like, so let me choose what I like after I move in."

The two walked into the private room, Xu Qingmei looked out the door, but the two big men didn't follow, so she took the opportunity to close the door, "Ji Yangqing is quite good at pleasing girls this time."

"Mr. Jiang picked out a mahogany tea set, and I picked out a dressing table. Someone will deliver it later, and it will be a housewarming gift."

"But I see, in your house, where should you buy what you need? Ji Yangqing has set it up for you, right? You should buy more for him."

Song Shuman's room is separated from Ji Yangqing's room. Once she accidentally mentioned to Ji Yangqing that she likes windows that can see the street, and Ji Yangqing remembered it.

Therefore, her room faced the street, and when she opened the curtain, she could see people coming and going on the roadside, and all kinds of life were compressed in the square window glass.

Song Shuman stared at the curb outside the window, absent-mindedly, and nodded indiscriminately.

Xu Qingmei followed Song Shuman's gaze, there were very few passers-by on the street at this point, and Xu Qingmei couldn't see anyone when she walked to the window, "What are you looking at? You don't listen to me anymore."

"Qingmei, it's snowing so hard."

"It's already spring, where is it snowing? Why didn't I see it?" Xu Qingmei touched her forehead with the back of her hand, then went to touch Song Shuman's forehead, and repeatedly confirmed, "You didn't burn Ah, why are you confused?"

Naturally there was no snow outside, but it was snowing heavily in her heart. She remembered that today, March [-]rd, was her sister's birthday, but after a year, everything changed.

Xu Qingmei closed the curtains, and put her hand on Song Shuman's shoulders lightly. They grew up, and Song Shuman was very familiar to her.

Xu Qingmei knew that she couldn't let go of someone in her heart, but she couldn't figure out why if Song Shuman didn't want to, why bother to accept the marriage.

"Shuman, no matter who you once loved and who you love now, you are already Mrs. Ji."

"I don't want to condemn you. You are my best friend. I don't want to see you live a lifetime of self-blame and pain for not loving."

How could Song Shuman not know, she knew better than anyone else, but sometimes people are in the middle of the game and can't help themselves.

The snow will stop and spring will come.