Father Shen immediately stopped talking, sobered up from the wine, and followed him out with his waist bent like a god sending them off.
The door closed behind him.
There was a "pop" sound.
Her heart was completely cold.
"You know that too, right?" She turned her head to look at his handsome and gentle profile.
In the night, the colorful and bright lights snaked down from his forehead along the bridge of his nose, coating him with an illusory veil.
His brows were half frowned, like a Buddha statue, but the raised corners of his mouth looked like a god or a demon. The smile at the corners of his lips faded away, and he glanced at her: "What do you know?"
She twitched her lips and said, "Nothing."
He smiled: "I'm lying to you. I know what you want to ask. In fact, I don't know. My younger brother is as thoughtful as me. I only know half of what he does. I only found out today that you were sold by your father." Two chests of gold.”
"To be honest, it's quite valuable." The man teased. "Enough for him to spend a lifetime."
Shen Yinxiao didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, his expression was blank, but he didn't know where to go for a moment.
Wherever he could go, of course he would go back to Sangle.
"I can read minds." The man's voice floated into her ears, and she looked at him with a strange expression on her face, not knowing what nonsense he wanted to talk about.
"I know you don't want to go back to that house now."
"So what, now that's the only place I can go." She mocked. "If you can read minds, why can't you read his thoughts?"
He didn't mind a smile.
"You have to go back anyway, so why not hang out more? When you are in a bad mood, you can go out to eat delicious food, see the beautiful scenery, buy what you like, do what you want to do, and satisfy your desires, and some worries will be insignificant. .”
"The poor have long time but narrow space; the rich have large space but short time."
"The poor are unhappy and can only stay at home, sleep, drink bad wine, and want to go out. They are reluctant to hire a carriage and can only take a donkey cart or even walk."
"If the rich are unhappy, they can go hunting, horseback riding and archery, listen to music and play and buy things. If they want to go out, they can have the fastest horses and the most comfortable carriages. Now these are all in front of you, why not cherish them?"
She looked at him, and he looked at the sky lanterns dotted on the sky in the distance.
"Is Shijun like this when he is unhappy?" She suddenly thought of something: "Is he like this too?"
"It's human nature, you are like this, and so is he." He cast his gaze on her face, under her eyebrows like distant mountains, her clear autumn eyes flickered, "I am not exempt from the commonality."
"What your father said just now actually makes sense."
"Because you are a man, and a man like him can't say anything good."
Wei Zheng shook his head: "No matter how miserable a person is, there will still be a side that is admirable. Everyone is like gold."
"Gold?" She thought that Wei Zheng was going to give him a set of doctrines about cherishing talents, so she smiled casually: "If you really love others, you are really disrespecting your talents if you don't become a private school teacher to educate young children."
He suddenly raised his hand, pointed to a store on the street, pulled her sleeve and walked over.
The imaginary warmth, through the layers of clothing, was like a snake spitting out letters, wrapping around her arm indistinctly.
Her body stiffened suddenly, goosebumps crawled down her back to her brain, and her hands and feet were sluggishly pulled forward by him.
Subconsciously looking up at him, he stopped as if nothing had happened and looked at the goldsmith behind the counter, or to be precise, the gold in his hand.
The strength in her hand loosened, she breathed a sigh of relief, took half a step back, raised her hand and touched her neck.
A few strands of broken hair were stuck to her neck with a thin layer of sweat, and her snow-white skin was lightly pink.
Wei Zheng glanced inadvertently, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and then looked away.
The goldsmith in the shop was carefully putting the smelted and hammered gold into a water tank for quenching. Thick white water vapor suddenly rose up. With a "sting" sound, the gold nugget, as dazzling as the rising sun, cooled into brilliant gold. .
The store is very spacious, with a dazzling array of gold and silver jewelry on the shelves. There are gold headbands inlaid with red coral, exquisite hairpins inlaid with jade, and red gold shrimp whisker bracelets with hollow carvings.
The servant stood respectfully at a distance and did not come forward to disturb.
He picked up a gold bar that had not yet been carved and forged, and rubbed the smooth surface of the gold with his shiny fingertips. The next moment, the gold bar suddenly bent at his fingertips, and finally, he twisted it into a ball.
"Too soft." He sighed softly, holding the crumpled gold nugget with his fingertips, looking down at her with a smile: "Just like some men, right?"
She looked at him coldly and said nonsense.
"The most perfect gold jewelry is a mixture of silver and copper. In this way, it can be beautiful and still strong."
"Gold jewelry without impurities cannot be circulated among people's hands because it is too soft."
"Before anyone could see its beauty, it was crushed into shape and thrown into a furnace to be refined into gold water."
He threw the gold nugget into the furnace.
"But there shouldn't be too many impurities. If there are too many impurities, it will lose the value of gold and become worthless junk."
He pointed at the dazzling ornate shelves intentionally or unintentionally, and finally picked out a gold filigree shrimp bracelet inlaid with red agate.
"The most perfect gold has to find a balance between purity and mixture. It is both beautiful and hard, so that it can withstand the grinding of people and remain new for a long time." He curled his lips, smiled slightly, and pinched her With her smooth other wrist, she opened her sleeve, revealing half of her white wrist.
The warmth climbed up again, but it was no longer a weak warmth, but a direct skin-to-skin contact, and she subconsciously clenched her fists.
"Your father also has his balance point, but there is too much garbage in human nature, and the mixed things are all irrelevant waste, so it is soft and worthless."
"Why bother to learn from him?"
The clenched fists slowly unclenched.
The shrimp whisker bracelet was neither too big nor too small, and just slipped between her arms.
"This bracelet suits you very well, wear it well."
She lowered her eyes and looked at the gorgeous and exquisite bracelet on her wrist. She looked up at him and couldn't help laughing: "What does this mean? I am your brother's woman."
He stood up straight, put his hands behind his back, and laughed with her: "A gift."
"A gift for a friend, and an apology for betraying you and running away." He walked out directly, "For the sake of you having a wonton meal with me today, we can be considered good friends."
She followed him out, the bracelet on her wrist was cold, and the golden shrimp's tentacles trembled, brushing against the back of her hand, leaving a dense itching sensation.
"You're not afraid of being misunderstood by him." She walked beside him, "He doesn't have a good temper."
"You are fine in front of him, but you say he is not good in front of me. Why are you so evil-minded?" He glanced at her with a half-smile: "If he hears you talking about him like this, I'm afraid he will be sad. .”
sad?
She pouted.
"So you still want to leave?" The shadows of the two people were lengthened and shortened by the lights hanging along the way. "Why do you want to leave?"
The reason why I always wanted to leave before was because I didn't want to see my parents groveling in front of him. They were always not a good match. The rich family should be against the rich family, and the bamboo family should be against the bamboo family, just like she and her brother Xingzhou from the next door family when she was a child. Wei Cheng and Wang Yuanjun.
With a similar family background, the family behind her can give her enough confidence.
But why does her confidence depend on her family background?
What kind of confidence can her parents give her?
Her father even sold him to Wei Cheng with his own hands.
If Wei Cheng treats her well, she will be lucky, but what if he gets tired of it one day.
She frowned.
"Um?"
She came back to her senses and looked up: "I'm just worried that one day he will abandon me. After all, when I am around him, I often make him angry for no reason. Many women have such worries, right?"
Wei Zheng remained alert and did not speak, but looked at her meaningfully.
It seemed like she was thinking about what bad thing she was going to do.
"Didn't I say that we are friends?" She frowned, raised her hand, and showed him the bracelet on her wrist. On the other hand, there was a jingling glass bracelet.
Wei Zheng paused and looked away.
He mused: "At least it will be better than running away. Remember he gave you a pot of orchid? You are like that potted flower, beautiful but in need of careful maintenance. A little bit of wind and rain will make you dying."
"Why do you always compare me to pet flowers and plants?" She laughed angrily: "What about you men? You are really brothers. You have tried so hard to persuade me to follow him, but you are so afraid of him?"
"you......"
His expression darkened, and then he sighed: "I have some suspicions. He has protected you too well over the years, so you are too confident that you can live a good life outside on your own. In this world, if you are living outside, you will not be able to live well." Being killed by a robber is already a good thing, but if you meet some men with evil intentions, you won't have any room to resist."
She turned around to leave, but was held back by him.
"Let go, you and I haven't gotten to know each other well enough yet," she said coldly.
"You can't even struggle to break free from my imprisonment, how can you deal with the dangers outside."
She paused in her steps.
