Two singing Miao songs

With the coming of summer in the early Ming Dynasty, the air in Suzhou City has already been steamed by the high emotions of the people in the city.Today, the alleys along the river are empty of thousands of people, whether they are high-ranking officials or ordinary people, they are all slowly moving in one direction shoulder to shoulder. This is the stage where beautiful women of all colors gather in Suzhou today.

When people rushed to the stage first, a small figure swimming against the current in the crowd was very unique.Exhausting all his strength to open a hole for himself in the crowd, He Ruoyu struggled to squeeze out layer after layer of crowd, and finally got a chance to breathe.For a while, he leaned forward, panting with his legs propped up, and for a while, he raised his head and took a deep breath with his hips on his hips. It took him a while to recover.

There is no difference between the crowded crowd and the steamer. Everyone's chest seems to be blocked by a stone, and it is difficult to breathe.He Ruoyu's face turned red from being suppressed, thinking that he would pass out due to suffocation in the crowd.He turned his head, glanced at the Bishui Tea House which was close at hand but was already blocked by the crowd, and turned his head and left angrily.

He originally thought that the Hundred Flowers Festival was a festival to exhibit all kinds of flowers and plants. He had been exposed to many exotic flowers and plants in Miaojiang since he was a child, so he also wanted to take a look at the flowers and plants in the Central Plains.After waiting for a long time, what I didn't expect to see was not rare and rare plants, but a group of beautiful women with fat, swallows and thin, charming and charming.Although He Ruoyu didn't dare to express contempt, he was inevitably a little disappointed.

What's more, today's Jiang Yu doesn't know what's on his mind. He obviously sits at the same table with him, but he never looks at him. He Ruoyu was filled with anger.

Tolerable or unbearable.

He Ruoyu immediately jumped up and squeezed into the crowd without looking back, just wanting to stay away from Jiang Yu, so as not to let the man's praise of those women reach his ears.Thus, there was the scene of going against the current just now.

He Ruoyu wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked in the cold market.Today, people gathered by the river to join in the fun, and the bazaar, which is always noisy all the year round, is a little cooler.He didn't know where he was going, but he just walked and happened to pass by an embroidery workshop called 'Huayunfang'.

The facade of Huayunfang is not big, but it is very delicate.The carvings on the door are lifelike, and the front of the door has been cleaned spotlessly. It can be seen that the owner is a delicate person.This is the small shop run by the 'Aunt Yan' that Jiang Yu mentioned, and He Ruoyu still has an impression of it.Thinking that he had nowhere to go at this time, and he didn't want to go back to Jiangfu, so he stepped into the shop.

As soon as He Ruoyu entered the shop, he was fascinated by the dazzling array of silk embroidery paintings in various colors.Not only embroidered paintings, but he could see a lot of finely crafted embroidered handkerchiefs, embroidered shoes, etc. when he turned his head.The shop is not big, but the shop has everything from finished products to silk threads.

Slow footsteps came from the back room.

He Ruoyu turned around following the sound, and saw Aunt Yan coming out of the back room with a soft smile on her lips, holding a basket of silk thread.

"Aunt Yan." He Ruoyu imitated Jiang Yu's way of addressing women, with a somewhat reserved expression.For some reason, this woman gave him the impression that she was somewhat similar to the patriarch's grandma.Before he knew it, he paid more respect to Aunt Yan.

"It's the young man from Miao Jiang's family, right? Don't be restrained, sit down." Aunt Yan put down the bamboo basket in her hand, He Ruoyu poured a cup of tea, and asked, "Are you here alone, are you having trouble with Young Master Jiang?"

He Ruoyu thanked her for the tea, then held the teacup and thought about how to explain why she came here. Unexpectedly, Aunt Yan saw through it at a glance, touched her nose in a little embarrassment, lowered her head and said: "No, it's just that there are too many people in the teahouse , not quite used to it."

Aunt Yan smiled and didn't say anything.

He Ruoyu lowered his head, not daring to look into Aunt Yan's eyes, always feeling that she would guess all his little thoughts, so he quickly changed the subject: "Aunt Yan, I heard from Jiang Yu that you are not a local, so where did you live before?" ?”

Aunt Yan was silent for a moment, then poured a cup of tea for herself, sat on the chair beside He Ruoyu, looked up at the embroidery picture hanging on the wall, and said wistfully, "My hometown is very close to here, but also very far away. She smiled and asked He Ruoyu, "Since you are here today, are you interested in hearing a story?"

He Ruoyu has loved listening to stories since he was a child. When he was a child, he would pester his patriarch and grandma, listening to her tell stories about Aunt Miaomiao.Later, when I got older, I ran to the small building where the family kept books to find stories by myself.As soon as he told the story, his eyes lit up, and he nodded quickly.

"When I was young, I just felt that the day-to-day life in the village was boring. I ran out of the village every day, over the hills, and across the streams. At that time, I met Afeng, a boy from the next village. He is not tall, but his smile is very bright, even more dazzling than the sun on the other side. I was immediately fascinated by him. He also looked at me dumbfounded, and even fell into the stream without paying attention."

Recalling the youthful and sweet past, Aunt Yan showed nostalgia on her face.Some memories, after years of scrubbing, can still smile knowingly when recalling them.

"We fell in love, it's very simple. Almost every evening, the two of us would secretly meet at the col. Because people in our two villages rarely communicate with each other, we even planned to elope in order to be together."

He Ruoyu was fascinated by what he heard, secretly envious in his heart, and couldn't help but compare Jiang Yu with the "Afeng" in Aunt Yan's words.I thought to myself, if Jiang Yu could be so gentle and considerate to him, he would not just run out alone without saying a word.If Jiang Yu came out to look for him, he would not go back with him.However, He Ruoyu would only keep these words in his heart and secretly make up his mind.

"However, just one month before we were going to elope, he was wiped out of the village." When she said this, the smile that Aunt Yan had been hanging on her mouth disappeared without a trace, her small cherry mouth was drawn into a line, her eyes were bright red, I started to cry.

The sudden turning point shocked He Ruoyu for a long time, and his heart raised his throat. He had hoped that the man named Ah Feng would survive, but when he thought that Aunt Yan was guarding a shop in a foreign land now, the ending would be the same. It goes without saying.Now, He Ruoyu couldn't help feeling a little sad.

"Aunt Yan, you are biased. I have called you 'Aunt Yan' for more than 20 years, but you have never told me about your past." Jiang Yu's dissatisfied voice outside the door broke up the faint sadness between the two.Aunt Yan knew that she had lost her sense of proportion today, so she quickly collected her mood and smiled again: "Oh, these are all old things, but today I am free, and I feel that this young man is inexplicably kind, so I brought it up to talk about it. "As he said, he still did not forget to tease Jiang Yu, "Young Master Jiang is really at ease, let him, a young man from Miaojiang, walk around here, if he didn't enter my shop today, I'm afraid he will take himself out."

"Thank you, Aunt Yan, for taking care of her on your behalf. Hengzhi thank you here." Jiang Yu replied calmly with his eyes narrowed with a smile.

Aunt Yan waved her hand, walked to He Ruoyu, and whispered to him: "Since he has come to look for you, why don't you go back with him?"

When He Ruoyu heard this, his face turned red, he rubbed his hands in embarrassment, jumped up, and said respectfully: "Miao Jiang, the son of Tengqi Ruoyu, the son of Tengqi Ruoyu, thank you for your hospitality."

"Whose child do you say you are?" Aunt Yan's eyes widened, she immediately showed shock, but she soon realized that she was out of control, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, the surnames of people from Miaojiang and Central Plains are too different , I couldn’t understand it for a while.”

He Ruoyu didn't realize that something was wrong, so he repeated it again, this time, he spoke more slowly: "Mother of the Tengqi clan, son of Tengqi Ziyi."

"Teng Qi Zi Yi." Aunt Yan repeated unconsciously in a low voice.

Jiang Yu stood at the side thoughtfully, he also bid farewell to Aunt Yan, and pulled He Ruoyu away.

The shop became cold again, Aunt Yan sat down on the chair, her eyes seemed to travel through time and returned to the past.Back to that day that seemed like a nightmare.

"Ziyi, I don't want my child to leave home like me, please, help me."

"Ayan, don't worry, your child will become my child, and I will treat him like a parent and child. Just take his name as I say."

'Crack! '

Xu was so absorbed in her thoughts that Aunt Yan didn't even notice that the teacup she was holding was out of her hands, and only when it fell to pieces on the ground did she regain her senses as if in shock.She stared at the tea stains and broken porcelain on the floor in a daze, and repeated in her mouth: "Teng Qi, Ruo, Yu."

That's right, why didn't she notice it the first time.

On the other side, He Ruoyu was still angry, and walked ahead alone, ignoring Jiang Yu.Now most of the people on the street gather by the river, but now there are only two of them on the street.

Jiang Yu quickly took two steps and stood side by side with him, trying to grab He Ruoyu's hand, but he avoided him, feeling dissatisfied, and asked: "What are you doing, and how did I offend you? You just said it, just to let me Even if I die, I have to die to understand.”

He Ruoyu hurriedly turned his head and covered Jiang Yu's mouth, seeing the look of success on his face, he said angrily, "When did you speak so freely, I forbid you to say the word 'death'." Since He Sinai reminded From now on, the closer he was to returning to Miaojiang, the more nervous He Ruoyu was, and once he even dreamed that Jiang Yu was in danger in Miaojiang.Seeing that Jiang Yu didn't pay much attention to the precautions, He Ruoyu was already nervous enough, and this man even said the word 'death'.How could this reassure He Ruoyu.

"Then I won't say this word." Jiang Yu seemed to have just suddenly realized, and then smiled, "You can only solve the problem together if you say it. If you don't say anything, you will be sullen, and you will only add to your troubles."

He Ruoyu rolled his eyes at him, and said, "I'm too lazy to talk to you." His heart was indeed much smoother, and he forgot about Jiang Yu's previous behavior of praising beauties.

Seeing that He Ruoyu's mood improved, Jiang Yu was secretly relieved.God knows, when He Ruoyu suddenly got up and left the Bishui Teahouse, he only thought of three words - too much.

He knew that He Ruoyu liked to hide his true thoughts in his heart, and only trembled out when he couldn't hold back anymore.Just for the reason of looking for his mother, he hid it for a long time before mentioning it to Jiang Yu.This time, Jiang Yu didn't want to wait so long.He thought that as long as he kept praising his daughter, He Ruoyu would eventually be unbearable and start arguing with him, so that he could force him to tell the truth.Unexpectedly, he got up and left without saying a word.In the end, it was Jiang Yu who bowed his head first.

He sighed softly, thinking to himself that he was completely trapped.

The two walked towards the east entrance of the market, and they were about to pass the steamed stuffed bun shop. The Taoist priest who thought he was sitting on the platform by the side of the road suddenly said, "My lords, do you want to tell your fortune?"

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