As time went by, Hu Miaomiao came to the next small world again, and sixteen years had passed.
During these sixteen years, she was deeply loved by her parents and lived a carefree life, reading and writing every day. Although she was still not very knowledgeable, she also enjoyed herself.
However, she has also had her own troubles recently, and her whole body has become wilted.
All of this started a month ago.
That day, her parents called her over and said that she was already sixteen years old and it was time for her to get married. However, they only had one daughter and they were reluctant to let her get married, so they started thinking of recruiting a bride.
"Your Uncle Qi also has an orphan who is twenty years old now. If it hadn't been for what happened back then, he would have married a wife and had children long ago. Your mother and I feel sorry for each other and want him to marry into his wife so that he can inherit the family's blacksmith shop. what do you think?"
Hu Miaomiao was a little surprised, but she still agreed. After all, she felt sorry in her heart.
However, after meeting Qi Mao, Hu Miaomiao discovered that not only did he not like her, he also hated her very much.
Thinking of this, Hu Miaomiao began to feel dejected again.
At this time, the maid came over and said, "Miss, Madam calls you over."
Hu Miaomiao responded and immediately trotted over.
Mrs. Hu was a very gentle-looking woman, and she was still a charming woman. When she saw her daughter, she laughed and scolded her, "Don't run away. You are so old and you still act like a child."
"Mom, what did you ask me to do?" Hu Miaomiao smiled and everyone liked it.
"How are you getting along with Brother Qimao?"
When Hu Miaomiao heard this, her face turned red with embarrassment, "Mom, don't ask..."
"Oh, I can't ask anymore?" Mrs. Hu clapped her little hand and asked in a low voice: "Is he treating you well? Has he bullied you?"
Hu Miaomiao looked gloomy and felt a little uncomfortable, but she still said, "Brother Mao is very good to me."
Mrs. Hu also guessed something, and sighed: "That year, you were playful and accidentally burned down the blacksmith shop. If Brother Mao hadn't sacrificed his life to save you, your life would have been lost."
"Although we are not a wealthy family, and your father has not read many books, he still understands the principle of repaying kindness with gratitude."
"Brother Mao lost half his face in the fire. It's a bit scary, but he has a good nature and is down-to-earth and willing to work. Follow him and coax him, and he will love you."
Members of the Qi family have been blacksmiths of the Hu family for generations, and Qi Mao was a single man. However, because half of his face was ruined, matchmakers did not dare to come to him until he was twenty years old.
Three years ago, Qi's father died of illness. The Hu family had uneasy consciences and always wanted him to be their son-in-law.
Mrs. Hu also hoped that the two young men would mix honey with oil and said, "I asked my servants to cook the food. You can deliver it to Brother Mao."
"good……"
Hu Miaomiao carried the food box and went out with three steps.
In fact, she didn't really want to go, because she often brought food to Qi Mao, but she was ridiculed every time, which almost caused a psychological shadow.
The blacksmith shop is located in an alley. Although it is not official, because of the high quality of the ironware and the superb skills, there is always no shortage of customers.
Hu Miaomiao walked to the backyard, first looked around, and sure enough, she saw a tall and strong man.
Because the temperature of the stove was too high, he was naked from the waist up, wearing only a protective gown, exposing his strong back. Sweat dripped from his head and flowed down his back.
With every beating, the muscles of his arms tightened, and their strong lines were staggering.
At this time, Qi Mao was concentrating on blacksmithing. His serious look was inexplicably masculine, and people couldn't help but look at him more.
Hu Miaomiao was the complete opposite. Not only did she not dare to look at him, she didn't even dare to say anything.
After waiting for a while, Hu Miaomiao finally summoned up the courage and whispered: "It's time to eat..."
The man didn't respond at all, as if he didn't hear.
So, Hu Miaomiao took a deep breath and said loudly: "Brother Mao, it's time to eat!"
Qi Mao paused and looked back at her slightly. Before he could speak, Hu Miaomiao was so frightened that she quickly turned her head away.
"Bang bang bang..."
In the yard, the sound of hammering was still there.
Hu Miaomiao was very upset and felt that he was too useless, so he slowly got closer and watched him forge at close range.
But standing close, Hu Miaomiao felt very hot again. While wiping the sweat on his forehead, he let out a rough gasp.
Her voice was so sweet and cloying, it was like a feather gently fluttering in my heart.
Qi Mao stopped what he was doing and unexpectedly asked, "What's your name?" He screamed so sweetly that his heart was confused.
Hu Miaomiao looked at him timidly and whispered: "It's too hot..."
"Oh, you are so squeamish."
Qi Mao didn't even look at her and continued to strike, his smooth movements making people admire him.
At this moment, Hu Miaomiao was still standing aside, but no matter how hot it was, she didn't dare to shout. Instead, she was unconsciously attracted to his naked upper body.
Qi Mao's skin is not white, but rather dark, but he is as strong as an ox, and his strength is frightening. He seems to have no effort when carrying a big hammer.
Because he sweated too much, Hu Miaomiao felt that she could not help him, so she wiped the sweat on his back with a handkerchief.
While wiping, Hu Miaomiao saw the large burns on his back and shoulders. He felt distressed and remorseful, so he couldn't help but relax his strength.
Suddenly, Qi Mao turned his head, revealing the burned left side of his face. The hideous scars were frightening.
Hu Miaomiao trembled, suddenly frightened.
Qi Mao sneered and treated her even worse, "I'm so scary, why do you come here every day? Aren't you afraid of scaring you to death?"
"Brother Mao, I want to help you..."
"Help me? Help me for what? You are so squeamish, besides getting in the way, what else do you do?"
Hu Miaomiao didn't dare to say anything, and she didn't dare to shed tears in her eyes. She just felt that she was so useless that she would be disliked even if she wiped his sweat.
Seeing that he was still forging and had no time to eat for a while, Hu Miaomiao wanted to help him burn the stove. He just added firewood to it. It would work.
So, Hu Miaomiao squatted down and looked into the stove. When he saw that a piece of wood was about to burn, he wanted to push it in a little bit.
But she had never done this kind of work before. She pushed directly with her hands and was immediately burned.
"ah!"
Hu Miaomiao screamed, but she was afraid of being scolded and held her hands tightly, pretending that nothing happened, but her face turned pale and her face was wet with tears.
Qi Mao immediately put down the hammer, grabbed her wrist, and said angrily: "Show me!"
"No need to look, I'm fine."
"It's okay, why are you crying?" Qi Mao became even more angry, with a very ugly expression on his face, "Stretch out your hand, I don't want to say it a third time!"
Hu Miaomiao became even more frightened and opened her hand slightly, revealing her fingers that had been burned with several blisters.
Qi Mao was so angry that he immediately pulled her aside, soaked her hands in the water, and scolded her repeatedly: "Why don't I burn you to death? I told you not to get in the way. You insist on making trouble, now okay?" "
"Brother Mao, I didn't mean it. I also know that I am stupid..."
Hu Miaomiao became even more panicked. She burst into tears and quickly said that she didn't feel any pain anymore and that she would be fine in a while.
As soon as she cried, Qi Mao was at a loss. He gritted his teeth and said, "Stop crying!"
Although he didn't want to say it, Qi Mao didn't want to see her cry. This woman was too delicate, as if she were really made of water, and crying would make people irritated and distressed.
