Sir, what if it's too cold?

Xu Muran returned home full of doubts, put the cooking wine in the kitchen, and ran away to think.

She didn't remember how she walked away in that unbearable silence, the two people's completely different gazes pierced her back, now that she thinks about it, one word is the most appropriate to describe that time: fled.

She simply ran away.

What is it that makes Wang Xiaoyu so obsessed that even the most valued neighbors in the village are ignored, driving her away like a ghost?

She was so scared that she even forgot to take the change when she left.

Xu Muran thought and thought, but couldn't hold back, secretly called to his mother who was chopping vegetables, and told her what she had just seen, her mother frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Is there anything else?"

She nodded: "Really."

The mother said "oh", and took the knife with her hand, and beheaded the celery on the chopping board neatly: "Perhaps the young couple had a quarrel. If we don't know about the affairs of the family, let's ignore it. Put the chopsticks away , it's time to eat in a while."

This... this is also possible.

Xu Muran obediently put the chopsticks on the table, and decided not to think about it anymore.Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, who knows which one is recited in the grocery store today.

The hot dishes were put on the table, and the family members raised the glasses in their hands. With a few soft crisp sounds, the crimson liquid in the cup was drank in one gulp: "Happy holidays!"

It doesn't matter what you eat, what matters is the atmosphere of family togetherness.Xu Muran gnawed on the chicken leg that his grandma gave him, and listened to his father and grandpa eating without saying a word while tearing at the land of the neighbors of the west and the east, and his heart was filled with happiness.

Just halfway through lunch, the door of the house was suddenly pushed open: "Xu Erzi is back?"

Everyone put down their chopsticks, Xu Muran's sharp eyes recognized the eldest girl following behind the visitor, and shouted, "Sister Song Xin!"

Only then did Dad Xu react: "Brother Song!"

It was a real surprise.The Xu and Song families were originally neighbors, and the Song family had already moved with their family. The chances of the two families meeting each other gradually decreased. They would call each other to greet each other from time to time. I never thought that they would be in this year where they would not leave their relatives. Time to meet.

Xu Muran had already left the dining table, and had an intimate whisper with Song Xin.

Before she was taken to Haicheng to go to primary school, she spent almost half of the day following Song Xin's buttocks. As she went to this house to beg for a piece of candy cake, and that house to pick a peach blossom, to her, Song Xin was God of her childhood.

Song Xin is five years older than Xu Muran, and has already started working, and her speech and behavior are much more mature and stable than her. When playing with her, Xu Muran can still find the feeling of her childhood: "Sister, how have you been these few years?" Sample?"

"I'm doing well." With a smile on her lips, Song Xin pulled her broken hair behind her ears, "How about you?"

"I'm not bad either," Xu Muran said, "I graduated this year and just started working, and now I live alone in downtown Haicheng."

"I heard from them," Song Xin praised her, "You are amazing."

"Not at all." Xu Muran lowered his head and smiled, "It's just so-so."

Song Xin glanced at the people at the dining table who were greeting each other, and whispered to Xu Muran, "I want to tell you something. I thought I'd contact you sometime. I just happened to meet today, so I'll tell you now."

"what?"

She smiled: "I'm getting married, can you come to be my bridesmaid?"

"Oh my god—" Xu Muran exclaimed, "Who is so lucky?"

"My college classmates, let's go out for dinner together and introduce you to each other. Just promise me, okay?"

She agreed with all her mouth: "Okay, okay, definitely go!"

The Song family came back suddenly this time, one is to divide the land in the village, and the other is to repair the ancestral hall.

Xu Muran didn't have a good impression of the ancestral hall. When she was a child, she entered the ancestral hall by mistake once, and was dragged back by her grandmother and beat her hand. She said that girls were not allowed to enter the ancestral hall casually, as it would affect the luck of the ancestors.

She was ignorant at that time, and when she grew up, she always felt angry when she thought about it.

Thinking about it now, it's all nonsense.

Girls can't enter the ancestral hall, why should they be inferior to those boys from birth?

She was thinking about it, when she suddenly heard the sound of the door curtain rattling.When he came back to his senses, he found that Uncle Song and his father had already come out of the restaurant.

Uncle Song smiled at her, "Of course, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I've grown into a big girl!"

The corner of her mouth curled up, "Thank you uncle for the compliment."

"I heard from your father that you are fine at home. Would you like to go up the mountain with us to see the ancestral hall?"

No.

According to the "law of development" of things, someone should immediately jump out at this time: "Go, go, come back once in a while, how about going out to relax?"

"Is it girl?"

She looked at her father wanting to cry but without tears: "Then I'll go change my clothes."

Walking on the uneven and rugged mountain road, Xu Muran refused in his heart.

Instead of coming out to "relax", she prefers to sit comfortably on the sofa at home and watch dramas.

She shrank her hands into her sleeves, wishing she could Apparate directly to the end.On the other hand, Uncle Song and the others in front of him were all very tired.

Since you're so tired, don't come out...

A group of people climbed halfway up the mountain panting. Uncle Song took off his hat, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance: "Go, go, work hard, we will be there soon!"

Five minutes later, a brand new bluestone road appeared in front of us.And at the end of this road is the Song Clan Ancestral Hall that has stood here for hundreds of years.

Generally speaking, the ancestral hall pays attention to "one temple, one surname". As the name suggests, only people with this surname can enter and have the qualification to worship the clan inside.

Most of the group had gone in, Song Xin at the back seemed to see through Xu Muran's thoughts, turned around and waved at her: "Why, come in?"

"I'll go in... okay?"

Song Xin laughed, "Is there anything good about it, it's just a house."

The nearly decaying wooden structure has been reinforced with masonry, and you can feel its sturdiness just by looking at it.A few pine trees are planted inside, presumably so that you can see a touch of refreshing green in the cold winter.

Uncle Song was passing cigarettes to the contractor, saw the two of them coming in, and introduced them: "This is Uncle Li, who helped our family build the ancestral hall."

Song Xin called out, "Hello, Uncle Li."

Xu Muran felt that he was not from the Song family, so he just smiled at him.

The other party took the cigarette, nodded at them cautiously, and looked at Uncle Song again: "The girl is coming to see the hall too?"

"What's the matter?" Uncle Song lowered his head and lit his cigarette indifferently: "What's the difference between a female doll and a male doll?"

The other party shook his head and said nothing.A little boy with a thick head and a thick head jumped out from nowhere, and hugged Uncle Li's arm: "Father!"

Uncle Li said to his son, "Call someone."

The little boy called obediently: "Hello Uncle, Hello Sister!"

Xu Muran usually has no feelings for children, but now he has a little liking for the child in front of him - after all, obedient, who doesn't like obedient children?

She knelt down/body, touched his head: "what's your name, how old is this year?"

The child chewed the toffee that his father had just stuffed into his hand, and replied vaguely: "My name is Li Xiaohu, and I am eight years old this year."

Song Xin saw that he was cute, so she couldn't help coming over to tease him: "Look at this young lady in front of you, isn't she pretty?"

Xu Muran who was caught off guard: ...

"Well," Li Xiaohu sized her up decently: "It's not bad."

The scene was very embarrassing.

Song Xin looked at the sluggish Xu Muran with regret, "You seem to have been..."

"Xinxin, come here!" Uncle Song greeted her from a distance: "Come and have a look!"

Song Xin quickly stood up and said to Xu Muran, "My dad told me to go over there, you watch him."

Xu Muran complied, and then turned to Li Xiaohu who faintly felt something was wrong, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth: "What did you just say?"

10 minute later.

Xu Muran: "Am I pretty?"

With tears in the corners of Li Xiaohu's eyes, he nodded again and again: "Beautiful."

"Who is the most beautiful person in the world?"

"It's my sister."

"Well, good boy." Xu Muran withdrew his hand in satisfaction, the scratching skill he learned from Zhao Yi was indeed not a dragon-slaying skill.

Looking at the little boy looking for ants on the ground, she suddenly had an idea in her heart.She hooked her fingers at Li Xiaohu: "Come here."

Li Xiaohu has completely forgotten the collapse just now when she was scratched and creaked, and ran to her in a hurry: "What are you doing?"

She asked slowly, "Do you know the grocery store at the head of the village?"

"Ah, I know," the child thought for a while, "Brother Xiaoyu's family."

Tsk, this child is actually the same generation as her.

She then asked: "Brother Xiaoyu, does he have a bad relationship with his... wife?"

Although her mother told her not to be troublesome, she always felt that there must be something inside.

"Her?" The boy rolled his eyelids, his tone was flat, "It's all like that."

"What do you mean?"

"Wives who marry into the village are all like that."

"How are they?"

She asked several times, Li Xiaohu got a little annoyed, clapped his hands and stood up: "What can I do, she is the daughter-in-law bought by brother Xiaoyu, and everything she bought is like this, don't you know?"

Xu Muran was turned into a statue by the boy's natural tone. He said this very normally, as if buying a daughter-in-law was no different from buying a bottle of cooking wine at the grocery store.

Those miserable eyes flashed before her eyes again: now, everything makes sense.

No wonder she was so excited when she heard that she was living in Haicheng, no wonder Wang Xiaoyu's expression seemed to be facing an enemy when she came in, no wonder she shed tears when she left.

For her, the glimmer of hope of leaving, which she may have been looking forward to for several years, just left in front of her eyes.

... No wonder she has no expression.

Because the heart is dead, no amount of sorrow can stir up ripples.

I have long given up my expectations, so I don't even have an expression.

"Then," she heard herself say in a daze, "do you know who else in the village bought a wife?"