If it weren't for the extremely precious dragon-grained wood, no one would pick up this hairpin if it were thrown on the street.
But he held the hairpin tightly in his hand, his mouth was extremely dry, and he spoke with difficulty:
"Why did you think of giving this hairpin to me?"
"Didn't the wooden hairpin you held your hair in last time be broken? You were distressed at that time. Thinking that you like magpie birds, I carved one to replace it for you."
Liu Ru started to dream. Baoer was talking about the small wooden hairpin with a magpie carved on it.
It was a wooden hairpin that I bought with the money my mother and father sold to the class leader. It was also the first thing that I owned that was my own.
The hairpin itself is not expensive. What he cares about is the change in himself represented behind the hairpin.
Therefore, when the wooden hairpin was broken, he really showed a trace of regret.
Soon, that emotion was taken back by him.
Now Liu Rumeng earns money by singing on stage and can buy hundreds of more exquisite hairpins. If the wooden hairpin is ruined, he can quickly find a replacement.
Gradually, even Liu Rumeng himself forgot the existence of this wooden hairpin.
Unexpectedly, someone secretly remembered it for me.
"Thank you, Madoka."
Thank you, Boa.
There was a hint of water in Liu Rumeng's eyes, and she suppressed it again without Rui Baoer noticing.
He casually removed the hosta from his hair, and his long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, soft and smooth, highlighting his beauty even more.
After all her hair fell down, Liu Rumeng threw the hosta on the table casually, picked up the hairpin, and carefully pulled up her hair in front of the mirror on the dressing table in the private room.
After finishing her hair, Liu Rumeng came over, sat next to Rui Baoer, and thanked her again.
"A Yuan, the hairpin is very beautiful and easy to use to hold your hair. Thank you very much."
"You're welcome. It looks good in your hair."
Rui Baoer praised her sincerely, and Liu Rumeng also really liked the hairpin she gave her. The two looked at each other and smiled.
After the ownership of the hairpin was settled, Liu Rumeng sat on the chair and poured a cup of hot tea for Rui Baoer.
The two of them sipped tea, ate delicious pastries, and chatted for a while.
Not knowing what he said, Liu Rumeng suddenly remembered what Hu Zihan said to him that morning.
He rolled his eyes, and as if by accident, asked her what she thought about her future partner:
"A Yuan, if you get married, what kind of husband will you want?"
"Husband?"
There was a confused look in Rui Baoer's eyes. She looked at the sky and thought for a long time, and finally said:
"I will get married in the future, and the husband I am looking for is more lively and can play with me."
"It's not that I think those dignified young men raised in the boudoir are not good. I am the only one who is fun. Everyone in the imperial city knows that my temper is like that of a child. If his temper is not compatible with mine, then life after marriage will be different for him and me. Not a good thing."
"I hope my future husband can like the same things as me. We can eat cakes together, listen to plays and enjoy the scenery together, and play together. It is the most beautiful thing for us to be a pair for the rest of our lives, holding hands and growing old together."
Following Rui Baoer's description of married life, Liu Rumeng couldn't help but draw herself into it.
Spending time with Baoer every day and playing without any worries, what a happy day it was.
There was a look of yearning in his eyes.
Until Liu Rumeng heard her last words and spoke in surprise.
"Two people for the rest of your life? Do you only marry one real husband? Then Wang Ji won't agree, right?"
He asked three questions in a row, which was both disbelief and a subconscious resistance to what he couldn't get.
"My mother is okay, my father will definitely nag me. But as long as I stand firm in my opinion, there is nothing they can do to me."
Rui Baoer smiled with squinted eyes, like a cunning fox whose plan succeeded, cute and charming.
So envious!
Liu Rumeng secretly said in his heart that he really envied the man who would become Bao'er's husband in the future.
I was so envious that I even wanted to replace him.
Unfortunately, that is absolutely impossible to happen.
Rui Baoer seemed to be aroused by this topic. She held her chin with her hands and kept talking about the things she would do with her husband after they got married.
Such a beaming expression made Liu Rumeng feel that that person was about to appear in front of her.
It's hard for him to accept that happening now.
Therefore, Liu Rumeng frowned her slender eyebrows and pursed her lips tightly, looking worried.
Rui Baoer soon discovered something was wrong with him, approached him with concern, and asked:
"Ayan, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No." Liu Rumeng shook his head and repeated everything Hu Zihan said to him that morning.
Then he put on a heartbroken look, feeling inferior and pitiful, as if talking to himself:
"Would a person like me not be welcomed as a real husband by any woman?"
"No, of course not. Hu Zihan said that because she was blind. Ayan, you are so good, but she is not worthy of you."
Rui Baoer was angered by Hu Zihan's insults to his identity that Liu Rumeng repeated, and his soft cheeks swelled angrily.
That is to say, Hu Zihan is not here now, otherwise, she would definitely give her a punch. How could she say such words to a young master.
She really has no sense of womanliness at all.
Since she was not here, Rui Baoer focused on comforting Liu Rumeng.
Her voice was soft and gentle, fearing that she might say something wrong and hurt Liu Rumeng's heart.
"Ayan, don't be sad, status means nothing. You are so good, there will definitely be true people who will like you in the future."
Rui Baoer said many more words to comfort Liu Rumeng, completely forgetting about the future husband she was still imagining in front of her.
Liu Rumeng was not sad in the first place, but just to attract Bao'er's attention.
Now seeing that she had forgotten the previous topic, she wiped her tears and laughed.
This smile was a comfort to Rui Baoer and a mockery to Hu Zihan.
She had done so many things before, buying flowers, rouge, pearls and hairpins, claiming to be affectionate, but when it came time to welcome someone into the house, she only wanted to be a good servant.
What a "affectionate" romantic girl.
In comparison, the person in front of me was such a good person, but it was a pity that I was not worthy of being her husband.
The two chatted for a long time, and then went to a restaurant to have dinner together. Seeing that it was getting late, Liu Rumeng personally escorted the person out of Qianqiu Tower.
Turning back to her room, Liu Rumeng sat in front of the dressing table, took off the wooden hairpin from her hair, rubbed it cherishingly for a while, and carefully put it into a delicate wooden box.
The hairpin was taken off, and he looked at himself in the mirror and was silent for a long time.
Finally, Liu Rumeng closed her eyes, put aside those wishful thinking, and continued to focus on seducing Hu Zihan.
Hu Zihan was thinking about himself, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He had to make some adjustments to his subsequent plans.
