Through the cultivation of tang pear leaves rouge color

Song Li and Dong Wu came out of the shop, and they went to buy some more items. They passed by the stall selling ceramics. Song Li took a few more glances, and Dong Wu asked, "Is there anything you want?"

Song Li actually wanted to buy a short vase for flower arrangement so that he wouldn't have to use Dong Wu's brush washer passed down from his father to make a vase.

"It's nothing, I just want to buy a round belly vase."

This is a small shop in an alley at the end of the street. It sells some cheap goods. There are some flaws on everything, and the price is very cheap. Song Li squatted in front of the stall and looked over. The proprietress reminded, " They are all very cheap, so why should the little lady choose such fine grounds?"

Song Li used to live with his mother in a difficult time. Her mother gave birth to a child out of wedlock, and was entangled with a married rich man. No matter how you look at it, she was a mistress for someone, and many people in his mother's school were in school. He said so about his mother behind his back, but even though his mother claimed to be a mistress, she didn't ask for any money from his father. Song Li and his mother lived a simple life, even because his mother asked him Too strict, he is not willing to spend money on his education, so he lives very simply in other places, sometimes he even has to live with his mother on the street stalls looking for very cheap things, at this time squatting on the ground looking at ceramics, he He couldn't help but think of the old days again, and his expression became a little dazed.

The proprietress' words brought him back to his senses, and he looked at Dong Wu who was next to him. Dong Wu had a forgiving expression on his face, thinking that he could do whatever he wanted.

Song Li took a closer look at the things piled on the ground, and found that none of them were perfect, but all had flaws, so he asked the proprietress, "Is it true that some of the better ones have been picked away, and there aren't any better ones here?"

The proprietress smiled and said, "My family sells second-rate products, and the good ones will be sold here."

However, Song Li saw a short vase with a round belly and a broken neck. The glaze color was light blue and the texture was fine. At first glance, it looked much better than the others. Song Li was fascinated by the light blue glaze color. He wanted it to be If it was broken, it should be a high-quality product, so it would not be sold here. When I saw it at this time, I felt very destined, so I pointed to it and asked, "How much is this vase?"

The proprietress looked over and said, "It's broken like this. Do you want to buy it, my lady? This mouth is easy to cut your hands. It should be useless. I'm going to throw it away. If you want it, just take it." That's it, no money."

Song Li's eyes lit up when she heard that she didn't want the money, and she smiled happily, "Thank you so much, we really took it away!"

The other party handed over the vase with the broken neck, and Dong Wu caught it. Song Li got up and left with Dong Wu. After walking two steps, Song Li turned around and waved to the proprietress, "Thank you."

The other party didn't expect this beautiful little lady to be so enthusiastic, so she followed him and waved her hand, saying, "You are welcome, little lady will want this broken vase in the future, I often have it here, just come and get it, and you won't be charged .”

Song Li responded with a smile, and said to Dong Wu, "This vase is pretty, even if it doesn't have a neck, it's not bad, isn't it?"

Dong Wu was holding something else in one hand, and the vase in the other. Song Li reached out to take the vase, but Dong Wu refused to give it to him, saying, "The neck is sharp, don't take it, you'll cut your hand."

So Song Li had no choice but to take the other bag he was carrying.

The two walked in the warm light of the setting sun, their shadows were stretched very long, reflected in the alley, intertwined.

Dong Wu walked beside Song Li, watching his soft side face silently, and said, "Wrap this vase with a frame made of thin bamboo strips, and if you think about it, your neck won't get prickly. It's just that you like the glaze color. Bamboo strips block it, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to see it.”

Song Li didn't expect Dong Wu to know that he liked the glaze color, so he looked back at him and said with a smile, "As long as it works, I don't care."

Dong Wu actually wanted to say that he could buy this kind of vase for him in the future, but seeing Song Li's happy look of getting a vase for nothing, he didn't say it, and felt a little sad and distressed in his heart.

Song Li and Dong Wu found the rouge shop that Chunying mentioned, and after going in and asking, they realized that the price was not cheap. Song Li didn't buy it after thinking about it, and when they went back to his uncle's house with Dong Wu, Song Li said, "I didn't expect the things used by those women to be quite expensive."

Dong Wu gave a low "um" and didn't say anything else. It was hard for Dong Wu not to be able to buy what he wanted for the person he liked. Song Li's well-behaved and sensible made him feel even more guilty. It's only right that Song Li is still at a naughty age, but he has come to share his life and give him understanding and support.What's more, meeting Du Sheng today, Dong Wu couldn't see that the noble young man was interested in Song Li, Song Li should have understood later, so he rejected him like that, Dong Wu was not happy because of this, On the contrary, I feel very uncomfortable.

Although Song Li is his little wife, he knows that Song Li is a man, and he is also a man of many talents who has read poetry and books. He must have lived the life of a young master at home before. Naturally, he respected him. Although he was very unhappy because Song Li was close to other men, he was not angry with Song Li, nor would he lose his temper at him. However, the depression in his heart could not be dissipated. That's it.

It was already late when the two returned to their uncle's house, and the sunset glow in the western sky had faded to only a faint layer of orange. Soon, the orange faded and turned into blue-gray. It's coming.

The two put the things they bought back in the room. Aunt Du Shi had already asked the little maid to invite the two of them to have dinner. At the dinner table, Du Shi asked about Dong Wu going back tomorrow, and originally wanted to keep Dong Wu and Song Li to stay. For two days, at least wait for the sky to clear before going back, but Dong Wu has already decided that all kinds of things at home need to be done. going back.

Du Shi couldn't stay any longer, so he asked the servants of the family to collect some things and tidy them up, and let the two of them take them back when they went back the next day.

After dinner, Dong Wu talked to his uncle again before going back to his room. Mrs. Du also told him some things in Song Li's room, mostly asking him to take good care of the wound on his arm, and then explaining that he should be cautious. Conservative.

Song Li listened, answering a few words from time to time, very obedient, Mrs. Du was very satisfied with this, saw Dong Wu coming into the room, and then left.

After the two of them washed up, Dong Wu asked Song Li to go to bed first. He packed up all his things and prepared to go home early the next morning.

Song Li hugged the quilt and sat on the bed, watching Dong Wu concentrate on doing things. Dong Wu didn't speak, and Song Li was silent for a while. After thinking about it, he felt that he should explain to Dong Wu.

After coming out of the shop where he bought the bamboo flute, Dong Wu seemed not very happy. Song Li didn't pay attention at first, but he felt it later.

Song Li is also considered a very delicate person, and if he thinks about it carefully, he can understand why Dong Wu is unhappy about things.

Dong Wu was unhappy, so he also felt depressed, and actually felt guilty because of it.

Song Li hugged the quilt and thought for a while, watching Dong Wu fold his clothes and wrap them in a bundle, and then put them in the box. Such careful and careful movements made Song Li clearly feel Dong Wu's care for him and like.

Song Li couldn't help being moved. At this time, he didn't know whether he had other feelings for Dong Wu other than his brother, but his subconscious was already refuting this. Love knows no borders, no beliefs. Regardless of gender...

Song Li was apprehensive, and suddenly said, "Dong Wu, that... the man we met when we bought the bamboo flute today, I am not familiar with him, but the injury on my hand was caused by his carriage , He brought me medicine, so I just talked to him a little bit more today, it doesn't mean anything else, don't think about it."

Song Li said this sentence after thinking about it. When he said this, he knew that he had already compromised with Dong Wu from his own identity. He didn't want Dong Wu to want him to flirt with other men. Of course, Song Li actually thought that it was not too much for him to talk to any man, because he himself was a man, but this would make Dong Wu unhappy, so he could only give an explanation.

Dong Wu packed the box and turned around, looking at Song Li sitting on the bed.

The oil lamp was placed on the table in the middle of the room, and the light on the bed with the bed curtains was very dark, casting a layer of gloom on Song Li's face. Dong Wu watched him quietly for a few seconds, and then walked to the bedside. Sitting down, Song Li looked at him with a pair of dark eyes, which were deep black. Dong Wu couldn't tell what Song Li was thinking from inside, but he knew that Song Li cared about him.

Dong Wu suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Song Li over to hug him. Song Li was startled and reached out to push him, but stopped when his hand touched his body. He heard Dong Wu's painful voice say, "Song Li Li, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Dong Wu's arms are so powerful, tightly holding his body makes him feel pain in his bones, but this kind of confinement makes him feel at ease, because this embrace can also be relied on by him.But Dong Wu's words made Song Li very surprised and heartbroken. He couldn't help but put his arms around his back and stroked it gently, "Why did you say sorry to me? You have nothing to be sorry for me."

Dong Wu didn't answer him in time, but remained silent.

Song Li felt that he could hear Dong Wu's heartbeat, beating thumpingly, beating his eardrums, and the wind outside the window was blowing gently, making the leaves rustle...

In an instant, his heart became extremely soft, and he hugged Dong Wu and leaned his head on his body.

There was pain in Dong Wu's voice, and it sounded in his ears, "I am sorry for you, I tied you by my side, but I can't give you anything you want."

Song Li was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses, and he raised his head to look at Dong Wu's face in a daze. The light from the oil lamp was dim, and Dong Wu's face had a kind of deep sadness in the dim light, which made his people feel sad. At this moment, he looked extremely fragile. This was the first time Song Li saw Dong Wu was fragile. He thought of what Dong Wu had said that his parents had died in his early years and he had been living alone. Even though Dong Wu looked strong and calm, But he understands that everyone is vulnerable. Could it be that in those lonely and cold nights, Dong Wu also had a sleepless night and tasted loneliness. At this time, he thought, is Dong Wu better than his life? It's even more sad, after all, his mother died when he was 17 years old, and although his father didn't love him very much, he was still there.

For the first time, he felt sympathy for Dong Wu, and felt sorry for him, yes, in this world, no matter how powerful a person is, their hearts are soft and they need the care of others.

Song Li couldn't help reaching out to caress Dong Wu's face, staring at him deeply, his eyes were so dark, when looking at Dong Wu, he had a solemn and loving expression that made him seem to be looking at the whole world in front of him and in the future, Said, "You didn't fail to give me what I wanted, on the contrary, you gave me what I wanted most but never got. Having this thing made me want to live a good life."

Dong Wu gave him a warm home, a stable life and the hope and perseverance to live. Song Li has never had a nightmare about his death so far. Although the memory of that time is so deep, he still He never thought about it, nor let it fall into a dream, because, for him, death was never a nightmare. Anyway, at that time, he didn't have any special willpower to live. In his subconscious, he even thought that It's good to die, everything is relieved, but instead, he dreamed of his former half-brothers, the shallow relationship between relatives, and killing relatives who are related by blood for the sake of money and profit. Forget it, so that it is extremely uncomfortable when dreaming.

Material poverty has never been a problem for Song Li, but the indifference of human feelings and the betrayal from relatives are the most painful things and the source of his nightmares.

"You gave me a warm home, let me know that the world is good, there is someone I can rely on, and I don't have to worry about betrayal. This is what I want most. Other things can be earned, even if there is no It doesn't matter..." Song Li said, his black eyes were like a piece of black warm jade, which made Dong Wu's heart suddenly warm, and he kissed Song Li's forehead involuntarily, something choked in his throat, That's what he wanted to say to Song Li. He wanted to tell him that he would never let him down in his life. He wanted to tell him that he could rely on life and death. He wanted to tell him that he would live a good life. Tell him not to think about the unhappy things in the past... However, he didn't say a word, those words were choked in his heart, and he will never forget them.