spring water

"Miss Chunshui, the weather is really nice today." Song Manzhen didn't say anything else when she came up, and brought up a particularly boring topic.Chun Shui raised his sleeves and waved in front of Song Manzhen, without looking at her:

"Mother Lu, how long will it take to wash so many clothes? I'm afraid the rouge shop will also be closed."

When Mother Lu saw Song Manzhen, who was left to dry in the spring water, her eyes fell on herself, she immediately became nervous: "Ah...then, what should I do?"

"Why are you shivering? Are you lame like me?" Chun Shui said in a relaxed and natural way, next to Lu's mother, helping her carry the wooden basin for washing clothes to the side of the pool, and pour water on it.

Mother Lu became even more nervous when she heard Chun Shui say the word "lame". She didn't know why she was so nervous, as if Mr. Song was giving her an invisible sense of oppression behind him.Mama Lu has lived in this spring river night for twelve years, what kind of young master has she never seen?But it's really rare to see someone as beautiful as Mr. Song.

"Let." Chun Shui poured the clothes over, went to get the saponins, passed by Song Manzhen and pushed her.Song Manzhen raised her eyebrows and shook her body to make way for her.Chunshui put a large ball of saponins on the side of the wooden basin, and then went to the well to fetch water. Before Mother Lu went up, Song Manzhen volunteered.

"Miss Chunshui, let me help you." Song Manzhen hugged Chunshui from behind and held her arm.

Chun Shui chuckled, and his eyes slid back: "Young Master Song is in the pitiful slave's house?"

"That's not true." Song Manzhen pressed her face closer, "You are a girl, how can you carry such a big bucket of water? Adding me makes it easier."

"Then thank you, son." Chun Shui let go directly, Song Manzhen was sunk by the bucket, and she was almost taken into the well.Chun Shui walked to the side, Lu's mother couldn't stand it anymore, so she ran over quickly:

"Oh Mr. Song, I'll help you."

Song Manzhen didn't speak, her face was a little unhappy.

Mother Lu saw it, and whispered: "She is a little arrogant, although I don't know what is so arrogant about her status... But our Chunshui people are still very good." Mother Lu looked back at Chunshui, and saw With her back to them, she was beating the clothes with a stick. Mother Lu said softly, "Besides, she is still a girl."

Song Manzhen looked at Lu's mother's face suspiciously: "How is it possible?"

"Really!" Lu's mother said anxiously, "Chunshui was picked up by the master at the age of 12 on Chunjiangye. At that time, she was seriously injured, and she was half-lifed. She was recuperating for two years, and then her body died. Weak...and, as you can see, she has inconvenient legs and feet, and the more picky young masters are a little... despised her. She is also a little arrogant. She often does not accept customers, and she behaves after being beaten by the master a few times. However, for some unexplainable reasons, she has always kept her innocence."

Song Manzhen smiled: "I don't believe it."

"Hey!" Lu's mother called Song Manzhen twice when she saw that Song Manzhen was leaving with water.Chun Shui turned to look at them, and Mother Lu shut up.

"It's okay." Song Manzhen said, "I will take Chunshui away in two days. Whether she is a girl or not, I will treat her well."

Lu's mother almost cried when she saw Song Manzhen carrying the bucket!

"Where are you talking nonsense?" Chun Shui heard her last words.

Song Manzhen poured water into the basin, but smiled and said nothing.

Chun Shui looked at her face, but she didn't seem to notice.Chun Shui couldn't help but sighed loudly: "Now you are a rich man, you really have a lot of free time! You don't go to the teahouse to recite poems and write poems to express your talents, but come to carry buckets in the backyard of the brothel. This is the way of the world..."

The girls with red cards in the yard had already gathered around to watch the excitement, and they all burst into laughter when they heard Chunshui's commotion.

Song Manzhen's face was hot, but she didn't leave.

Chun Shui has been patting his clothes earnestly, singing obscene ditties, ignoring Song Manzhen.Song Manzhen stood for a while, and finally left.

As soon as Song Manzhen left, Lu's mother ran to Chunshui and stomped her feet, pointing at her and scolding her.

Chun Shui pouted: "I know you have better legs and feet than me, so don't show off."

At this time, Mother Lu really hated that she had never studied books, and couldn't do too many tricks to scold Chun Shui for not living up to her expectations, and walked away angrily with a "Pooh".

Chun Shui wiped his face with a dejected expression.

Chunshui washed the clothes of Miss Chunjiangye, and when Lu's mother bought the rouge, Chunshui was using aromatherapy to fumigate the clothes.

"These hard-to-serve girls, each girl has to use a different fragrance, and they are all so strong, it makes my nose so hot." Chun Shui rubbed his nose, and his eyes were also red.

Mother Lu put the rouge on the table, took the exquisite wooden boxes with the names of different attics, and put the corresponding rouge into them one by one.Chun Shui arranged the clothes and let the fragrance smell, and went to help Lu's mother.

Lu's mother said: "Today, Mr. Song said that he wanted to marry you."

Chun Shui paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?!" Lu's mother was finally irritated by Chunshui.

"No." The oil lamp on the table reflected Chunshui's young face, which was very beautiful, "I just think Mr. Song is really an interesting person."

Not surprisingly, Song Manzhen came again the next day.

This time Song Manzhen still stuffed the old bustard's money and pushed Chunshui's door directly.When Chun Shui came in, he was putting on his clothes, his coat was hanging on his arms, revealing his white and thin shoulders.Song Manzhen seemed to see something, and in a flash, Chun Shui had already put on her clothes.

"Mr. Song seems to have a bad family education. Don't you know that you have to knock on the door of a girl's boudoir?" Chun Shui still treated her coldly.

Song Manzhen closed the door with her backhand: "Master?"

"It's not your son, what are you doing here in the brothel?" Chun Shui said more and more bluntly.

"I just want to see you." Song Manzhen's pure and innocent eyes appeared again, and the air in the room with only two people suddenly became hot.Song Manzhen looked at Chunshui's charming eyes and snow-white neck, and felt her throat was a little dry.

Chun Shui also looked at her, and Song Manzhen came back to her senses after a while, and asked unnaturally: "Lanzi and Pan, do you still keep the girl?"

"You still want a pair?"

"Hmm..." Song Manzhen's face turned crimson.

Chun Shui took out the screen, and the two faced each other again.

Song Manzhen won the first set.

While posing, Chun Shui asked, "How old is Miss Song?"

Song Manzhen raised her eyes: "Sixteen."

"Three years younger than me." Chun Shui chuckled.

"... so what." Song Manzhen said, "People who have seen me and listened to me think I am in my twenties."

"No, I mean, it's time for you to get married, girl? With such a beautiful family background, the matchmaker will break the threshold, right?"

Song Manzhen pressed Lanzi on the wooden tray with a "slap", and Chunshui didn't look up at her.

"You always give way to me. What Lanzi annoys me most is pretending to be mysterious. Do you know that you make me very sad by doing this?"

Chunshui said calmly: "Chunshui hasn't read any books, so he doesn't understand these principles. If Ms. Song thinks I'm an annoyance, then don't come here to waste money."

Song Manzhen didn't say anything, jumped up from the bed, opened the door and left.

Only then did Chun Shui raise her head, and the humble pavilion returned to silence, which was a state she was more familiar with.