Song Yu looked at Xihe inquiringly: "Are you angry?"
Xihe immediately shook his head: "How could it be? It was my fault in the first place. I didn't consider that doing so would damage Miss Shen's reputation. You were right to remind me."
Song Yu pursed her lips and glanced from her eyes to her lips: "You are angry."
Xihe: "..."
He pushed the person and ran outside: "Go to sleep well!"
Snow began to fall in the sky, and a thick layer accumulated in the yard. Xihe stopped and looked up at the gray sky. After a while, he turned around and said, "Song Yu!"
Song Yu stood at the door, looking at her from a distance.
Xihe ran over and stood in front of him, looking up at him: "What kind of wife do you want to find?"
The girl's face was flushed, and her cheeks were hazy with the hot breath, but her eyes were so bright that Song Yu felt a little dazzled for a moment.
He paused and said, "I don't know."
Xihe bit his lip, a little unwillingly: "Don't you have any ideas at all?"
Song Yu shook his head and saw that the brightness in the girl's eyes gradually faded away, and the girl nodded: "I understand."
He raised a smile and arched his eyebrows: "It's okay. It's getting late. Go and have a rest. You must be very tired after a busy day today."
"I'm going to bed, good night."
Waving his hands, he hugged the blanket and turned around to enter the room next to him.
Song Yu's tightly clenched hands gradually loosened. He stared at the door until the candlelight in the room went out. After a long time, he turned around and entered the room.
New Year's Eve, the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the second day of the Lunar New Year.
Early in the morning on the third day of the lunar month, Song Yu drove a carriage to pick up Xihe and Mr. Jiang into the city.
Mr. Jiang rubbed his hands, excited and nervous: "Big boy, will this, will this cause you trouble? Master Song, Mrs. Song, will you have any objections..."
"Won't."
Song Yu helped him get on the carriage: "The money for buying a house was saved by me over the years. Even if this hadn't happened, I would have taken you to the city, so don't worry."
He saved all this money by hunting, and it didn't cost the Song family a penny.
Mr. Jiang was immediately relieved and got on the car happily.
When it was Xihe's turn, Song Yu reached out to help him, but the support was empty. Xihe picked up her skirt and climbed onto the carriage on her own: "Brother, aren't you still worried about what you are doing? From now on, you can just wait to enjoy your happiness."
"Hey, the sun is out in the west today? I can actually hear good things from this girl like you."
"Hmph, why don't you go down and see if it's west or east?"
"Tsk, I just complimented you."
Song Yu curled her fingertips, retracted her hand, opened the curtain and climbed into the carriage.
The carriage was shaking, and Mr. Jiang was poking around here and there along the way, talking all kinds of nonsense to his two children and grandchildren. The two of them responded from time to time, and occasionally their eyes met, and Xihe naturally looked away with a smile. .
Song Yu lowered his eyes and rubbed the cup in his hand.
The house has two entrances, two wing rooms in the east and west, a main room in the north, a side room and a gate. There is a century-old tree in the yard. Mr. Jiang fell in love with it as soon as he saw it and said, "Good, good, good."
Song Yu also prepared a doorman for running errands on weekdays.
Mr. Jiang was very excited about moving into his new house. He went out with a basket in hand, saying that he wanted to get close to his neighbors and build a good relationship.
Xihe was packing things in the room when Song Yu knocked on the door: "I still have some things I haven't bought. Do you want to go with me?"
Xihe immediately put down his things: "Okay!"
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The street was bustling with people. Xihe looked around, curiously looking at this and that. His face was full of joy, attracting passers-by to look over frequently.
Song Yu frowned and walked to Xihe: "Would you like to go into the store next to it and have a look?"
Xihe looked around and saw that it was a rouge shop. Next to it were a jewelry shop and a clothing shop. What woman doesn't like beautiful clothes? His eyes lit up: "Okay."
Mint green tube top skirt, lavender jacket, bright red cloak.
Xihe was dazzled by what she saw, especially a snow-colored palace dress. It was probably not festive enough. It was hung on it and no one cared about it, but she looked at it with fondness.
Seeing her staring, the waiter hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Miss, would you like to try it?"
Xihe bit her lip, glanced reluctantly, and shook her head: "Forget it, no need." Who told her to be a pauper now?
"Hey, isn't this our second girl Song Yuesong?"
A harsh voice sounded, mixed with a hint of ridicule: "Oh no, I forgot, you are no longer a girl from the Song family. I heard that your surname is Jiang now, right?"
Xihe turned around and saw a fat girl in orange clothes.
She thought about it, and it seemed that her name was 'Lian'. She was not very familiar with the original owner, and had only met him a few times at various banquets.
She nodded: "Miss Lian."
Miss Lian walked forward, stood in front of Xihe, and stared at her for a while.
She sighed: "Jiang Yue, Jiang Yue, your clothes are last year's style, right? Look, the sleeves are all hooked. Are you living such a hard life? Do you need me to lend you two clothes?"
As soon as these words came out, the ladies and ladies who were walking around in the house couldn't help but come over.
Xihe smiled: "Thank you, Miss Lian, for your kindness, but no need. I am no longer a young lady, so this dress is just right."
Her eyes were soft and there was no trace of humiliated anger on her face, which made Miss Lian, who wanted to see her make a fool of herself, widen her eyes.
He looked at her in disbelief, wondering how someone who used to be aloof and aloof could endure such humiliation?
Xihe nodded towards her, passed her and walked out the door.
Miss Lian quickly shouted: "Hey!"
Xihe turned his head and looked at her gently: "Miss Lian, is there anything else you can do?"
Miss Lian opened her mouth: "I..."
Just at this moment, Song Yu walked in from the door holding a curtain hat: "Yue'er, have you chosen your clothes?"
Seeing that her hand was empty, she couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't there anything you like?"
He looked up and looked around and nodded: "That's right. You used to be sewed by people from the silk and satin shop. Ready-made clothes are indeed a bit inappropriate."
Putting the curtain hat on Xihe's head: "Let's go look at the jewelry first."
Seeing that the two were about to leave, Miss Lian hurriedly shouted again: "Wait!"
Song Yu looked around and saw an unknown girl. She lowered her head and looked at Xihe. Xihe was a little helpless: "Miss Lian, I'm still busy. Is there anything you can tell me at once?"
Miss Lian blushed: "What are you busy with? Are you busy getting along with Mr. Lang?"
After saying that, he regretted it, but because of his stubborn temper, he pursed his lips tightly and stared at Xihe as if he was right.
The whole store could hear the drop of a pin, and everyone looked between Xi He and Song Yu with interest.
Xihe: "..."
She looked at Song Yu, and as expected, her face turned dark.
She wondered what was going on, and was about to retaliate, but was overtaken by someone again. A clear female voice came from the second floor: "Miss Lian's words are inappropriate."
Everyone looked up one after another. The woman was dressed in red and looked bright and majestic.
