Seeing this situation, Qingya felt a little uncomfortable and looked at Han Xiyi.
Han Xiyi smiled gently at her, "It's very quiet here."
He didn't pay attention to the gazes of these country believers.
He focused entirely on the Guo family's mother and daughter.
He followed the Wu family up the bluestone steps and spoke softly and hoarsely.
Under the ginkgo tree, everyone whispered to each other and guessed who they were.
The young man withdrew his gaze at some point and lowered his head, not knowing what to think.
I heard that the elder brother over there was still begging Fu'er, and suddenly said: "Brother, no more."
The eldest brother quickly turned around and looked at him with questioning eyes, but he didn't say anything.
At this time, another pilgrim came to buy fish and release them, and the elder brother hurriedly greeted them.
Fu'er looked at Han Xiyi with bright eyes.
Suddenly, his eldest brother was called away by that brother.
He couldn't help but was stunned and refused to give up the lucky bag.
She secretly glanced at the two brothers over there, feeling very hesitant.
Love is the most wonderful emotion in the world.
It can transcend wealth, status, even appearance and age, and makes no sense.
The Zhao family, distant cousins, had neither a tile above them nor an inch of earth below, but after Fu'er met them twice, they could never forget them.
Especially that younger brother, she was really moved.
Therefore, in the past, she worked at home and her mother came to the temple to sell lucky bags, but today she mustered up the courage to come in person.
She had previously refused to sell the lucky bag to her elder brother, not only because it was knitted by the Weaver Girl and she was reluctant to sell it, but also because she wanted to sell the knitted bag to their brothers.
However, her persistence actually made him retreat.
She peeked at her brother and felt that he seemed a little depressed.
He never looked this way again.
He had looked at her here frequently before.
She began to suffer in her heart.
After thinking for a while, she took out the blessing bag woven by Qingya and quickly woven two symmetrical blessing characters on the mouth of the bag.
Then she picked out another one from the basket and sent it to her brother. , handed it to the elder brother.
The eldest brother subconsciously caught it.
Before he could speak, Fu'er turned around and left.
The eldest brother didn't have time to call her, so he put the lucky bag in front of his younger brother and asked.
Do you want more The young man wanted to say no.
But he couldn't open his mouth.
He looked at the delicate little bag and recognized at a glance that the two characters "福" on the mouth of the bag were written by another person and were not in the same style as the bag itself.
He thought of "adding insult to injury" and quickly took it.
As he held it in his arms, his eyes softened.
The eldest brother laughed and took a tael of silver to give to Fu'er.
He also followed Fu'er's example and said "Thank you, Miss Fu'er", dropped the money and left.
Fu'er was very upset.
He took the money and gave it back without saying a word, but also lost the money and left.
The eldest brother shouted urgently: "Miss Fu'er, this is the money to buy the bag" The old man took in all this scene and said, "You idiot, if your money is so rare, I won't even give you a bag."
The elder brother listened.
Holding the silver in a daze.
The young man lowered his head and remained silent.
The eldest brother turned around and saw that his beard was trembling.
He didn't know what was wrong.
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"Miss Fu'er, I'll catch some fish for you later."
He came up with a way to deal with it and promised with a smile.
Although Fuer lowered his head and said nothing, his earlobes were red.
She thought it was not bad to give her fish, and it was more intimate than giving her money.
Besides, don't the fish have to be delivered to your door?
Let them have a meal then.
Once you come and go, you will become familiar with it.
After all his brother's fish were sold, he stopped and the eldest brother took the fish basin.
Say hello to the fellow villagers and walk towards the port.
After walking a few steps, my brother looked back and looked deep into the shade of the ginkgo tree.
The phoenix tail is floating in the air, vividly visible.
He looked at the temple again before looking back and leaving.
Fu'er didn't look up, but knew that he had turned around.
Are you looking at her?
Inside the Guanyin Temple.
Han Xiyi was talking to the Guo family's mother and daughter.
He has always been free and easy, knowledgeable, courteous in dealing with others, and his movements are natural.
Today, when facing the Guo family mother and daughter, his conversation and laughter are even more comfortable.
It wasn't that he was deliberately trying to socialize, but he was completely smitten every time he touched Qing Ya's dark eyes.
All his words and actions were expressed before his brain could even think about them.
They came straight from his heart and showed even more sincerity.
Wu saw his thoughts clearly.
I also felt my hoarseness and felt uncomfortable again.
Talking to Han Xiyi was like a breath of fresh air and she could gain more knowledge.
She liked it very much.
However, since she became aware of his love for her, she didn't know how to face it.
At first, she thought it was Yan Weiyang who liked him.
Later, Yan Weiyang even got engaged, but she still felt uncomfortable and didn't know why.
Like this, he looked at her, his starry eyes were as gentle as jade, and she felt uneasy.
She has experienced love affairs before, and feels that it is not shyness and avoidance of temptation.
She was not very reserved and arrogant, so she wanted to figure it out.
"Didn't you say you wanted to draw lots?"
she asked.
"Of course.
Wait, girl, I'll smoke one."
Han Xiyi said with a smile.
He also apologized to Mrs.
Wu, knelt down in front of the Guanyin statue, kowtowed respectfully and cast lots.
Then he went to the inner room to find the old monk to exchange the signature.
I opened the yellow paper and looked at it, and my smile faded away.
The signature is also a poem: Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, midnight comes and dawn goes.
He frowned and glanced at the old monk, vehemently complaining: For a small temple in a village, if such a poem is put on the signature, can the villagers and women understand the meaning?
Can the old monk understand it himself?
I don’t understand.
How to solve He has chewed on this poem for many years, and now it appears on the signature.
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What does it mean?
I glanced at the label again and saw that it was the winning ticket, and my heart moved.
Winning the lottery is a good lottery Generally speaking, if the upper sign is too perfect, if the water is full, it will overflow, and if the moon is full, it will be depleted.
There is room for winning the lottery, which is just right.
He took another look at the shriveled old monk and decided to give him a try to see if the small temple was deceiving people by making the signature.
So he stepped forward to present the signature and said respectfully: "Master, please help me clear up my doubts."
The old monk opened his eyes and glanced at the signature.
"It's a good sign," he said, "but the gain or loss still depends on the benefactor's thoughts."
These words were inexplicable, and Han Xiyi was a little unsure.
After coming out, he asked him with a clear voice and curiosity: "What kind of lottery?"
Han Xiyi smiled and handed the signature to her.
Qingya took it and took a look.
She knew that this poem could be used as a signature to correspond to personnel matters, but its meaning was a bit difficult to determine.
Because he asked him: "What do you mean?"
Han Xiyi said: "Of course it refers to Brother Yu's thoughts."
The determined look in his eyes showed that he had understood the meaning of the sign, and the clear and soft voice when he spoke to Qingya revealed this "intention".
Qingya felt that he was too vague.
Follow-up question: "What's on your mind?"
Isn't he chasing her?
Then she should make it clear so that she can sort out her thoughts.
Han Xiyi blushed in embarrassment under her clear gaze.
He also wanted to pour out his feelings to her, but now was not the time.
It's not a place, there is a Wu family watching next to her.
So he coaxed softly: "The girl will naturally know about it in the future."
Wu saw the two people asking questions.
He also came over and asked what lot he had drawn.
I heard that it was a good lottery, so I laughed and said that it was a good lottery.
She was smiling all over her face, thinking that she had received the Bodhisattva's guidance and her daughter's life was settled.
Talk about it.
The silent marriage became a worry for her.
On the one hand, Qingya was awarded the title of "Weaver Girl" by the emperor because of her outstanding ability.
The whole family refused to wrong her and vowed to make her marry happily; on the other hand, no matter how much she said she was stronger, Qingya broke off the engagement three times.
It is an indisputable fact.
Therefore, even if someone who pays a little attention to her family's reputation is interested in her character and talent, she still cares about her reputation and refuses to marry the Guo family.
This is what "high" means and "low" means.
It’s not easy to choose from a small family.
It's too bad, don't say Qingdu doesn't like it.
Even the parents don’t like it How can I find a son-in-law that I like in this situation?
Young masters from official families don't even have to think about it.
Among businessmen, only Han Xiyi is able to pick and choose.
Moreover, when the Xia family made things difficult for the Guo family, he stood by the Guo family without fear of power, and his character was beyond question.
Today they met by chance in Jinxiang, and she had no hesitation anymore.
With this thought in his heart, it showed on his face that he was very kind to Han Xiyi.
Han Xiyi naturally felt it and was even more happy.
It was getting late, so Miao Zhu came to invite them to the backyard for fasting.
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Wuqiao Guanyin Temple is just a small rural temple.
There was no special meditation room for distinguished guests, so Miao Zhu gave up his own meditation room for them to use.
The vegetarian meal was very ordinary, with vegetables from the farm, but both Han Xiyi and Qingya thought it tasted good.
They all ate with gusto.
Han Xiyi eats and looks elegantly, and has better taste than Jing Jingqingyu.
Mrs.
Wu was completely ignorant of the food and went to look at the two of them.
Qingya saw her expression in his eyes and made a decision in his heart.
After the meal, she said to Mrs.
Wu, "Mom, I want to go see the bridge with Brother Han."
A major feature of the water town is the various stone bridges.
No matter how the scenery changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, they all have their own flavor.
There are five stone bridges in Wuqiao Village, so it’s natural for Qingya to visit them.
Wu hurriedly said: "Mom wants to see it too.
Let's go together."
Of course she was worried that Qing Ya would go out alone with Han Xiyi.
However, as long as they are under their noses, it is up to them to say whatever they want.
Qingya looked at Han Xiyi, who hurriedly smiled and said, "It would be better if we go together."
So the group of people left the temple and turned towards the fields.
After walking for a while, the Wu family and several daughters-in-law of Yang Anping's family pointed at the fields and gradually fell behind; while Slim waist and Slim sister followed Qingya and Han Xiyi, and Han Xiyi's servant Xiu'er was also there. .
Soon they came to a stop beside a stone arch bridge.
This is a small single-door culvert arch bridge.
It is not made of large bluestone slabs, but of large irregular stones.
I don't know how it is so neatly arranged that it does not fall apart and a stone falls.
There is a big willow tree at the end of the bridge, with thousands of golden threads hanging down, graceful and graceful.
A group of ducks were playing in the water under the bridge, and the spring scenery was bright on both sides.
After Han Xiyi praised it, he told Qingya about the various stone bridges he had seen.
When I was talking in high spirits, I suddenly felt a little quiet around me.
In a blink of an eye, Qing Ya was looking at him with pure and flawless black eyes.
"Miss Guo" he couldn't help calling softly.
"You want to come to my house to propose marriage?"
Qingya asked.
Han Xiyi was shocked by her boldness and didn't know how to respond.
"Why do you like me?"
Qingya asked seriously, "I guess you used to like Miss Xie, so that's why you never married her."
Han Xiyi's heart moved and she was secretly happy.
Is she jealous?
He looked at the girl with gentle and bright eyes, just like the spring sunshine.
Qingya bathed in the sunshine and waited for his answer.
He did not answer immediately, but looked at the weeping willow on the bridge and smiled.
Then he said softly: "I did like Miss Xie once.
But after Miss Xie chose Brother Fang, although I fell in love for a while, I have completely put aside this worry.
Otherwise, they will not know who I have become.
He is my best friend.
I have been putting off choosing a mate.
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Two reasons: First, Miss Xie is one of the best among women.
After being with her, it is really difficult for me to be tempted by others.
Second, if I am not tempted, if I decide to live my life casually, let alone myself, I will not be willing to do it to others.
It’s unfair.
If you can’t love her with all your heart, wouldn’t you be wronging her by marrying her back?”
Qingya understood, this was about Yan Weiyang.
Han Xiyi withdrew his gaze at this time and looked directly into Qing Ya's eyes, "I don't know when it started, but I finally fell in love again.
The girl doesn't have to doubt my sincerity.
I have also doubted myself before, whether I regard the girl as the second best choice. .
It wasn’t until Brother Fang and Miss Xie broke off their engagement that I truly understood myself: I was very angry and even had a big quarrel with him, but I never thought of looking back for Miss Xie again.”
His eyes were intense and full of love.
Complete and complete, without any other emotion.
Qingya believed him and was a little touched.
But that doesn't mean she's willing to accept him.
She asked again: "If Xie Yinyue and I fight, who will you help?"
She thought he would say "the two don't help each other".
At this moment, Han Xiyi felt like a child, as if asking, "Who will you help when we quarrel?"
There was so much tenderness in his heart that he could hardly control himself.
He wanted to take her into his arms and care for her, but he was worried about her thoughts and had the slim-waisted girl behind him, so he chuckled and asked, "Don't you know, girl?"
He said quietly and innocently: "How do I know?"
Really, it’s best for girls not to guess about boys’ thoughts.
I can't figure it out even after guessing.
Han Xiyi sighed: "Didn't I already make a choice?
In the last murder case, I didn't know whether Miss Xie wronged the girl, but I chose to help her; this time Xia Liuxing wanted to marry the girl forcibly, and I didn't know whether Miss Xie was there After all, I still choose to help the girl.
I trust her wholeheartedly."
Hoarse and silent.
She turned her gaze to the water.
In the distance, there is a boat floating on the water.
The man standing at the bow of the boat rocking the oar, with a full beard, was the carp seller.
Thinking of the pair of carps, it can be said that they went through many disasters before "lovers finally got married."
Then Han Xiyi said again: "Life-long events are not trivial.
Girls don't have to rush to make decisions, think carefully.
Brother Yu can afford to wait.
Even if the girl refuses in the end, Brother Yu will not blame you."
Qingya suddenly turned around and asked: "Your aristocratic family has three wives and four concubines.
I don't want a husband to have concubines, I want to be a couple for the rest of my life." you can do it Han Xiyi was shocked.
He frowned and thought carefully.
After a while, he said seriously: "To be honest with you girl, heirs are the most important thing.
If I can't extend my incense, I'm afraid I can't stop taking concubines; as long as I give birth to a son, I can promise to convince the elders and never take concubines to cause trouble to my wife." ” Qingyao said: "How many sons do you have to count?
Even if you want to have concubines, you will say you don't have enough."
Han Xiyi felt strange in his heart when he saw her discussing having children with him indifferently.
Holding back his throb, he said softly: "As long as I have one son, I can promise not to take concubines.
Of course, more would be better."
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