marry a weak waist

The shade of locust trees is dense, the yellow flowers are half faded, and some green bean fruit clusters are formed.The sycamore trees in front of the window at home are falling, but here it seems that the green is late, and the spring is late.

Meng Tiao was in a good mood, and took a look at the money, "Is it still worth it? If you want to lend me the money, you may be short of money and short of money?"

After picking it up here, she called Caiyi to the window, "Yulian, take the money into the house." Caiyi brought out the tea, took the box, and ordered, "Lock it and put it under the bed."

Caiyi walked into the side room with the box in his arms, and Dong Mo laughed, "Lock it and put it under the bed. Don't you have 300 taels of silver here? You are really a thief who came in, and you can tell at a glance that what you locked is silver."

Meng Tiao got up and went to the kitchen, served some snacks, and raised her voice, "Just for peace of mind, if a thief really comes in, what can we sisters do?"

Dong Mo leaned back a little later, looking at her from the door frame.She twirled her skirt to look for dishes on the shelf, green cloth strips were wrapped in her empty bun, her chin was raised, and she pulled out a beautiful arc.

After a while, he walked out with a plate of dim sum, placed it in front of him, and sipped the residue of dim sum on his fingertips, "Zhang Ping, wait until I write an IOU to you."

Zhang Ping, Zhang Ping.

When these two words were uttered from her mouth, there was always a sense of bliss, which made Dong Mo think of Zhang Xiaoxiang's words: A boat full of autumn colors can cover ten miles of lake light.Boshen let me watch the setting sun and set off the fine waves.The wind will be better tomorrow, why not sleep in the open tonight?

He stretched out his long leg and lazily picked out the half-broken sweet-scented osmanthus cake, "When will the IOU be returned?"

Meng Tiao was startled, and sat down with her skirt brushed in a bit of embarrassment, "Then I don't know for a while, so I have to pay you back as much as I have. As for when, I still can't tell. But I won't rely on you." That's the bill."

"Since I can't explain clearly, why do I have to pay?" Dong Mo patted the dim sum on his hand, and took a sip of tea from the earthen pottery cup. "I think you can also make some clothes for me. I'll come from Beijing and pack all the luggage It's all simple, and I don't bring many clothes for winter and spring. You can make some for me, and it will be used to pay off the debt."

Meng Yuan cast her eyes on him, "I can't afford the material you wear."

"I'll provide the material, you go to me, measure the size, take the material and come back for tailoring."

Meng Tiao put his hand on the table and stretched it over, pinching his cuff to look at the dark cloud patterns on the lining.Through the red and vermilion gauze, it is hard to see clearly, but the silver line is faintly outlined, and her eyes follow the line gracefully.

When she reached the most rugged place, she slightly raised her eyelids, "The embroidery on your clothes is all delicate work, isn't it done by a tailor in the market? Was it done by a master in the palace? My needlework is far away. Why not be so detailed, I did it, you can wear it?"

Every inch she advances, Dong Mo retreats an inch, giving way with her arm indiscerniblely.He knew that she was deliberately pulling his clothes, deliberately getting so close, deliberately showing her beauty under his nose.

Guessing her purpose, he was vigilant in a panic, adjusted his cuffs casually, and lowered his eyes halfway, "Clothes are just for wearing, as long as they fit well, what else does it matter?"

Meng Yuan thought, of course it matters!The expensive material is soft and does not scratch the skin, and the fine patterns make people noble. Good clothes can even set off a weed to look youthful.But she can't talk about it, she has to maintain the "Zhang Yinlian" style of elegant and refined attitude.

She sighed against her will, "You're right. Good and bad materials are for people to wear, and it doesn't mean that people who wear good clothes are good people."

Dong Mo didn't say a word, remained silent, and looked at her unabashedly.Being noticed by her, she also cast a glance at him.He lowered his face with a smile, and asked abruptly, "Do you recognize a woman named Zhang Shu?"

Asked all of a sudden, it made me dreamy, and I really thought about it seriously for a moment, "I don't seem to have heard of it, what's the matter?"

"You are a bit like her, and both have the surname Zhang."

Meng Tiao sneered, "There are so many people surnamed Zhang in the world, how come I know her?" She blinked slyly, teased with a crooked face, revealing a trace of contempt, "Who is Zhang Shu? Your lover ?”

With this demeanor, Zhang Yinlian's "body" was full of dreamy frivolity and deceit, trapped in the plain coarse linen shirt, which had a different kind of charm.

Dong Mo's answer was completely different from what she thought, "It's my mother."

According to Meng Yu, Dong Mo's mother eloped and ran away from home. After many, many years, she is still missing. She is a slut that everyone scolds.

She restrained her teasing smile, twisted her waist on the stool twice, and said a joke a little uncomfortably: "Such a big man still misses his mother when he is away from home?"

He didn't respond, the tall man bent on the short stool, his knees were bent steeply, and his whole frame of bones twisted sharply.But his eyes were sinking like the setting sun, indescribably soft and gloomy.

Meng Tiao thought of her un-mother-like mother.As far as she could remember, the old lady cared most about food and clothing, she ignored housework, and didn't care much about her.The most said is the sentence:

"Meng'er, remember, even parents are unreliable in this world, men are even less reliable, only money is the most reliable."

She had no way of testing the truth of those words, because she had never told a man the truth since she had grown up.Wouldn't it be a fantasy for a liar to verify the truth of the world?

She felt sad, and suddenly wanted to tell Dong Mo a non-essential truth, "Osmanthus cake, you can eat more. My other dim sum is normal, and I just love this." She picked up a piece and gave it away.

It provoked a little change in Dong Mo.He understood that among the difficult words she said to him, this sentence must be true.

After sitting for another half an hour, Dong Moci will return home, and he has made an agreement with Mengyu, and will go to Qingyu Garden to get the material to measure the size in the next ten days.

Meng Tiao sent him to the door, closed the courtyard door, and the world was vast, and the surroundings were silent, and the vulgar conversation, laughter, and joy outside the wall were very clear.

It's like a few daughters-in-law sitting together picking beans and drying pickles. The bustle of talking and laughing in the market is different from the bustle of silk and bamboo orchestras at home. This is another kind of down-to-earth bustle.

In the bustle, suddenly heard "Ouch" from the next door, a woman howled at the top of her throat, accompanied by the sound of smashing pots and bowls, startled Meng Yu and looked up at the wall behind the locust tree.

Caiyi knocked on a handful of melon seeds and explained, "It's the couple next door fighting again."

The excitement of the world of fireworks is just this bad, the misery of a poor place.The indifference of the vicissitudes of life instantly lit up in Meng Yu's eyes. He raised his brows and pulled up his skirt, "I went to my house. There is still an important matter waiting for me at home. You stay here and wait for Dong Mo. Don't go out and run around. Come home to me if you have something to do, you know?"

The colorful clothes should be worn, and the dream will be sent out.At the end of the alley and turn two streets, there is a house.

As the sun fell to the west, a banquet was held in the East Garden, and a girl was called to ask, it was the two adults invited by Meng Yu and the Tai'an Zhizhou Pangda who stayed at home.

The banquet was set in the big pavilion in the middle of the lake, Meng Tiao changed his clothes and rushed there, and sure enough, he saw three adults sitting around the table with Meng Yu.There are beautiful women sitting beside them, they are wonderful prostitutes from Luoying Lane.

Meng Yu walked over to Meng Yu's table with her cloak in her arms, and gradually drew the eyes of all three seats over.Feng Guanren sat behind Meng Yu, saw Meng Tiao, and got up quickly to salute, "Madam is at home? Just now you said you want to go inside to say hello."

"Girl, you're welcome, sit and sit! Don't see me coming, it's not right or wrong. If you want to do this, I can go."

Feng Guan was shy and shy, and fell back on the stool.Although Meng Yu seldom socialized after marrying Meng Yu, some adults who often come and go have seen her.

During the banquet, an elderly man stood up, stroked his beard, and passed a glass of wine across the table, "Oh, the old man said, how the sun is shining so warm in people's hearts today, so Madam came over I haven't seen Madam Fang for a long time, and your body has always been in good health?"

Meng Tiao didn't hold back, took the wine cup on Meng Yu's shoulder, ate it all in one gulp, and dumped it on the table, "When does your old man say these polite words? There are many things in the house, and you are busy taking care of them. I'm too busy with those trivial matters, so I don't dare to go ahead, I'm afraid I'll make you laugh at me if I'm in a hurry. Today, I heard that our master invited you, so I dare not not come to see you. What, you old man Is this my drink?"

The old man almost knocked out his teeth from laughing, and just kept shining his eyes on Meng Tiao, "This is a toast, so where is it a fine wine? Don't misunderstand, madam."

Meng Yu acted as if she hadn't noticed his unruly eyes, and ordered the girl to add a wooden stool beside her, and greeted the table, "Jing Shi has always been sharp-mouthed, everyone knows it, don't be surprised. She committed a crime last night. When I got a stomachache, I just asked her if it was all right, but she scolded me all over the face. When this temper flares up, it doesn't matter if it's from inside or outside the house, whoever scolds whoever catches it, you say I'm unyielding?"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the old man still sat down.There was a young man in there, probably less than thirty years old, with a refined demeanor and a clear face, presumably he was that huge man.

This huge man is resident in Tai'an Prefecture. When he first saw Mengyao, he didn't know the delicate relationship between Mengyao and these people in the officialdom.I was still wondering, what kind of woman, she fell to the man's table outside?

After thinking about it, afraid of the embarrassing situation, he got up and said, "What's wrong with Ma'am? Stomach pain is not a minor problem for a woman. You should invite an important doctor to take a look."

Meng Yu Meiye said, "I don't know, I even invited a doctor to look at it, but I can't see the reason. Sigh... I'm just afraid,"

She softened her waist, and sat down on the stool behind Meng Yu's side, with her face crookedly pillowed on Meng Yu's shoulder, her eyes slanting, "I'm afraid, this is the 'Lovesickness' in the drama, who knows?" Can you explain clearly?"

These words were obviously addressed to Meng Yu, but the huge man made her look dazed.All the people in the table took a blind look, and finally fell on Meng Yu's face.Meng Yu still didn't seem to be alert, smiling gently at the table with her wine cup in her mouth.

Meng Tiao's eyes rolled on the big man, and his voice was lazy, "Pang Da man, what are you doing standing there? Sit down."

Pang Da people are young, how can they be teased?Although the person is seated, his heart fluctuates suspiciously and restlessly, jumping up and down.

Peeping into the dream again, he was talking to Meng Yu with his ears biting his ears, occasionally giggling twice, blending into Su Dikun's tune on the shore, like a single-handed Huadan, choking the voices of warblers and swallows singing on the shore pressed down.

She didn't look at him again, she put her hands on Meng Yu's shoulders without any scruples, and she talked with her face hanging beside his, but she couldn't hear what she said.But it was as if a warm scent of orchid musk was blown into the ears of a huge man, making him tremble all over.

The author says:

Dong Mo: Women have deep routines, I want to use defense as offense.

Meng Tiao: If you take defense as offense, then I will cast myself into a trap.