marry a weak waist

Later, thinking back, Mengyu also thought that this was their first meeting.At this moment, she is not Zhang Yinlian, nor is she always dreaming. The rain has washed away her dirty heart, making her look like a newborn, without any traces of carelessness in her heart.

The only impression left in her mind was that the rain falling on the road washed the large and irregular stone slabs so that they were oily and slippery, and thick moss protruded from the rough cracks.This zigzag alley was very long, with no end to end. She and another person who was trapped suddenly looked at each other with a tacit understanding.

Dong Mo leaned the dripping umbrella on the door, folded his arms recklessly, "On the [-]th day, why don't you take your sister to Qingyu Garden for the festival. It won't make it difficult for you two sisters to make meals, and it will be less Desolate, too much trouble."

Calling Mengyu into trouble, he thought about it for a long time.Dong Mo couldn't help but wonder, since she wants to coax people into money, what's the point of sticking with such a good time?He squinted his eyes at her, "Do you think you have any relatives in Jinan, and you want to go to your relative's house?"

"That's not true." Meng Yu forced a smile, "I'm afraid it will delay your business. You are officials, it's the time of entertainment, and there are important people who come and go. How can Yulian and I bother you?" What's more, if we go to your house for the festival and spread the word, I'm afraid it will not be good for your reputation."

Dong Mo raised his face nonchalantly, "Those people who come and go don't matter, especially my reputation. It's just your sisters and girls' family, if you have concerns, it's okay."

"Even if you don't have concerns about reputation, I'm afraid those servants in your house will not be happy. It was enough to serve you as a master, but adding two guests for no reason made them tired. I might not know how to curse our sisters."

As the rain gradually subsided, Dong Mowu got off the stone pedal and walked towards the entrance of the alley in a muffled voice, as if he was a little unhappy because of Meng Yuan pushing left and right.Meng Tiao stood at the door at a loss for a moment, and suddenly became unhappy. In her life, she has never been left coldly by any man!

Getting annoyed, he shouted at his wet back: "Umbrella! Don't you take it?!"

"Don't worry, you can go back by yourself."

The wet black satin was stuck to his shoulders, looking majestic and indifferent, and his voice was also cool.Even more, Meng Yu couldn't get through at a stretch, so he simply ignored him, opened the umbrella and lifted the skirt lightly, turned his back and went to the other side.

A few feet away, Dong Mo looked back with a grape basket, and saw her dragging a skirt, the hem of the skirt was wet, and it was swaying aggressively from side to side.He moved the corner of his mouth and smiled, and still went forward, Mi Yu was silent.

This room returned to Qingyu Garden, the rain was still dripping, the girl Xiechun and her husband were calling for servants to move things.Dong Mo took a closer look, and saw that they were all made of gold fans and several large food boxes.Called and asked, it turned out that it was a gift from Mr. Qin, the chief envoy, and Meng Yu, the mansion.

They went into the house together, but Liu Chaoru greeted them at the door, "I'm here to give you a gift, but you're not at home, Xie Chun led me to wait in your room. I just sat down and came back without thinking about you."

Dong Mo hurriedly went up to meet him and cupped his hands, "I don't know if you're coming, otherwise I wouldn't go outside."

The two invited each other to enter the house, and sat down in the small study room separated by a screen on the left.Seeing the servants carrying things back and forth in the house, Liu Chaoru laughed at himself, "Look at these gifts, I'm too embarrassed to show them."

"What are you talking about?" Dong Mo first opened the food box he put on the desk, there were only four or five kinds of ordinary snacks inside, and the only Ou moon cake was slightly delicate.But he didn't mind, instead Liu Chaoru bowed back solemnly, "Thank you for your trouble, I haven't prepared the gift yet, I will personally deliver it to the mansion in two days."

Liu Chaoru waved his sleeves, and laughed loudly, "I didn't bother, I just rushed to the street to buy these!"

Dong Mo was still wet, so he resigned and went to the bedroom to change clothes. When he came out, those gifts were neatly placed on the long table.Xie Chun opened a brocade box and called him from afar: "Master, come to have a look?"

Liu Chaoru also turned around, and the two of them glanced at each other. They were a few lacquer fans, and the materials were also made from inside.Liu Chaoru picked up a fan, turned it over, and said with a casual smile, "Compared to the gift that Mr. Meng sent to Mr. Zhang's residence, the gift here is much easier."

Dong Mo heard the meaning, put down his cup and took a look at him, "It seems that I mentioned the salt tax last time, and this Master Meng is not afraid at all."

"That is to say, you still expect him to be afraid." Liu Chaoru sighed, "Zhang Ping was born at the feet of the emperor, how could he know the local arrogance? The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. They have always been defiant."

Xiechun put the grapes on the table, Dong Mo ate one, sipped the shell slowly, wiped his hands politely, "Although the salt work in Shandong is not the most important, it is not light. Several wells and sea salts, There is also a tax of 50 yuan a year. The imperial court has been short of money for the past two years, and all places are catching up on taxes. When I came, the cabinet called me for a meeting, and specifically ordered that the salt tax in Shandong should be strictly enforced. From this point of view, I am afraid that in the future It's hard to be safe."

"Heroes come out of troubled times, if they are not chaotic, how can you stand out?"

Liu Chaoru joked casually, then suppressed his smile and turned to persuade, "But you don't know how deep the water is here. Even though your family is powerful, but the power in the court is divided, who knows which mountain and temple god these people worship? It’s better to wait and see.”

When it comes to Jing-Guan, the rain outside the corridor has become smaller and smaller.The man from Xiechun came in with two stickers and put them on the case, "Look, Mr. Qin's thank-you note is very small, but this post from Mr. Meng's family is from Madam, I don't know whether to return it to Madam or not." Hello, Mr. Meng, please give me an idea."

Dong Mo picked up the sheet of Xue Tao's paper and opened it. The characters were written in petty lowercase letters. The writing was too elegant and lost its personality.The inscribed signature is "Meng Tiao".He looked at the name for a while, and handed it to Liu Chaoru, "Meng Yu's wife is called 'Meng Yu', and this name is a bit of a fate."

Liu Chaoru glanced at it, put it down and smiled, "When did you believe this?"

"I never believed it, but for some reason, when I saw this name, I thought of this saying." Dong Mo smiled carelessly, picked up the sticker and handed it back to the man in Xiechun, "There is no female family member in the family, so I should return it to Master Meng." Let’s invite him to a banquet on the way, just on the [-]th day.”

After giving the instructions, he invited Liu Chaoru, "Master Meng invited me to a banquet at home last time. I haven't returned the banquet yet, and it happened to return his banquet during the Mid-Autumn Festival. You want to accompany me."

Liu Chaoru naturally agreed.The two said a few more words, Liu Chaoru resigned to go home, Dong Mo watched him off at the window, stood for a while, and heard someone's home sending melody, faintly hidden in the drizzle, even the coral tree outside the cave door Also hazy.

One by one red beads reflect the shade of green, in a trance like the color on the lips of "Zhang Yinlian", with a hint of misty sadness.Dong Mo picked up Zhang Shuilu's post on the turntable, grinded the pen, and wrote the word "Yinlian", but he didn't know how to continue writing.

"She" was very different, and he was a little unsure how to treat her.It is obviously an ordinary family background, ordinary scheming, the only thing unusual is her beauty.But if she is placed in the capital where beauties gather, her beauty is not so outstanding.

But he has always remembered her thin back walking slowly under the grape arbor. The soft soil made her unsteady on her feet, occasionally swaying left and right, and the shredded sunlight jumped on her thin back.

He was in a daze, and outside the motionless shadow, the sky was so dark that it was hard to break the dusk.

It was almost dusk, and the rain hadn't stopped.Meng Tiao got stuck and couldn't go home for a while, trapped in Xiao Chan Blossom Alley, idle is also idle, so he simply rolled up his sleeves to cook by himself, and asked Caiyi to learn how to do it in front of him.

After a while, on the lame table of the Eight Immortals under the Xuan window, there was a pot of fresh lotus root, fried whitebait, fried bean sprouts with leeks, and a pot of cornmeal steamed buns.

Caiyi scooped up two bowls of porridge, listened to the rain and ate two mouthfuls, then held up her chopsticks and smirked outside the eaves, "I was not used to living here at first, but now I feel better than at home."

Holding a steamed bun, Meng Tiao took a bite, looking at her youthful and pink face, "You like the rotten bricks here, too?"

"It's much quieter than the mansion." Caiyi pouted and turned her eyes, complaining softly, "Although our family is rich, but the master hosts banquets every three to five days, the old lady and Miss Mei always quarrel, and they always quarrel. The room is noisy."

While speaking, her eyes fell on the umbrella hanging to dry behind Mengyuan.It was Meng Tiao who sent it to Dong Mo, and then opened it to dry under the eaves.She held up the chopsticks and pointed at it, "Look, madam, that umbrella is interesting."

Meng Tiao picked it up and looked at it, there was nothing unusual, but now that the water stains had dried up, the sallow fan surface became clear, and a white lotus in full bloom was painted on it.Looking carefully, it seemed as if something had scalded her hand.He moved his palm away and saw that there was a small word "Silver" engraved on the wooden handle in his hand.

With chopsticks in her mouth, she took the umbrella and handed it to Caiyi, "Where did you buy it? It matches the name 'Zhang Yinlian'."

"I didn't buy it." Caiyi took a second look, leaned against the base of the wall, and picked up the bowl, "Just now my wife asked me to look for an umbrella, and I found it in the main room. The master is really careful. Everything is available, even the umbrellas you buy are worthy of the name.”

Meng Tiao frowned, took the umbrella back and twirled it lightly in his hand.The rain outside the umbrella is coming to an end, and the western sky has cleared up, dyed a few clouds, and the messy ground is reflected in red.

It was already dusk when I returned home, and Meng Yu was at the gate to see off the guests when the drums and Hu Jia in the East Garden were about to wither.They are all adults from various major yamen, their bodies are thin or fat, tall or short, wrapped in brocade robes, their beards and faces are red by the setting sun, with wine-colored greasy luster.

Entering through the corner gate, Meng Yu could be seen from afar. He kept bowing to others inside the gate. He was wearing a silver-coloured round-neck gown and a Confucian scarf. He was very youthful and beautiful against the glossy adults.

Among them, an adult in his early forties grabbed his wrist and said goodbye with a half-drunk and half-awake smile, "I'll go first, Master Zhang will have a feast after the festival, and Master Meng must definitely come."

It is Mr. Luo and Mr. Zhang's capable subordinate, the Tongzhi of the Salt Transport Department.Because Meng Yu wanted to produce salt from the salt mine, she had to be extra polite to these people.This person grabbed his wrist instead, and took two steps to speak, "Have you seen the boxing gift sent to the mansion?"

Don't ask any questions, but when Master Naluo twiddled his fingers, he felt infinitely regretful, "Thank you, thank you! It's a pity that Master Yu went to my house at noon and saw that Dong Qichang's painting. He also liked it very much. He asked me for it. But tell him to take it!"

Meng Yu understood the meaning, and was very annoyed in her heart, but she kept smiling, "It's okay, I still have an authentic work by Dong Qichang here, and I will send my servant to send it to your lord's house tomorrow."

"Hey! Where is it?"

"Hey, a good painting deserves an elegant scholar, but Meng doesn't like calligraphy and painting, so it's not a waste to give it to an adult." Meng Yu waved her hands politely and smiled, and took two steps away, watching his back as he crossed the door, two The flattering complexion cooled down inch by inch, and I felt even more disgusted.

After all the guests are gone, when you look up, the setting sun is like fire, as bright as the sunrise.He looked up, he could no longer remember the state of mind at sunrise, he could only see himself who was almost drowned in the sensuality right now.

Meng Tiao quietly stood beside the Podocarpus pine in the distance, and followed him to look up at the setting sun. She always felt that there was more than a few feet between them, even though they had a common direction and a common goal.In their hearts, they always seem to be separated by a fog.Probably because of Dong Mo's influence, she felt very lonely.

Just as she was thinking, Meng Yu was close in front of her eyes. She took a look at the coarse linen clothes on her body, folded her arms and smiled, "Going to Little Cicada Alley?"

Meng Yu nodded and looked back, "The banquet is over?"

"It's gone. It's just a few adults under the Salt Transportation Department today. We have to deal with it under the festival, and we left early." Meng Yu raised her fan-raised hand to embrace her shoulders, with a little relief on her smoky cheeks, " How's Dong Mo's end? Has it been tricked?"

"How can it be so fast? I said earlier that he is a very wary person."

Meng Yu leaned against his wall, Meng Yu felt that she was not dry, and rubbed her skirt with her face crooked, "Where is the rain, I don't know how to hide."

After a secret check, it was the time when the umbrella was delivered to Dong Mo. It was drenched a little, and it was stuck to the body without warming it up, and it was half-dried by the body temperature.But Meng Yuan blurted out in a panic, "When the rain fell, I was standing in the courtyard and accidentally got drenched."

As soon as the words fell, she realized that she had lied.As for why, she thought about it carefully. For a moment, she was really worried that Dong Mo would get caught in the rain.Because it's true, Meng Yu can't let it know.

The author says:

Meng Yu: Is it fair that you lie to me and I lie to you?

Meng Tiao: Probably, forget it.