Chang Yuan was held in his father's arms, it didn't look like he was choked by water, but like he was stupid, Chang Chunze slapped his face for a long time, and he cried out with a "wow", "Dad, someone pushed me just now, I was having a good time, feeding the fish, but my back was suddenly pushed, and I was planted in the pool." ” "Xun'er, did you see someone standing behind Chang Yuan just now?"
Jiang Xixi asked.
"No, no, I mean I didn't pay attention."
He was too busy to take care of himself just now, where would he notice if there was anyone standing behind Chang Yuan.
"Forget it, it is estimated that the child accidentally fell into it," Chang Chunze smiled and saluted Jiang Xixi, "Thanks to the girl's neat skills, my child is unharmed, quickly, go to the inner room to change my wife's clothes, it's freezing this day, don't catch a cold." ” Out of Chang's house, Jiang Xixi took Xun'er and walked towards Xin'an Mansion, seeing that he had been bored, he bought a sugar gourd to tease him, "Eat, although your father said that he can't get used to you, but now is the New Year, and children are no exception, you can eat boldly and boldly, I will never tell adults." ” Xun'er pushed the sugar gourd, but still pouted and didn't speak.
"What's wrong?
Isn't it sick?
Jiang Xixi touched his forehead, and his hand was pushed away by Xun'er.
"Sorry sister, let's go quickly, I'm a little scared."
"It's the New Year, there are so many people here, and there are many lights, brighter than the day, what are you afraid of?"
Xun'er swallowed her saliva and looked back at the Chang family's black house, "It's nothing, I just want to go to the embroidery village and find Yan Niang to get my collar back."
His tone was very subdued, with a staccato cry.
Jiang Xixi thought that he was frightened by Chang Yuan's falling into the water, so he didn't go to his heart, and took his hand and hurriedly walked towards Jihong Embroidery Village.
When the two arrived at the gate of Xin'an Mansion, they met Cheng Muyou, and when they saw Xun'er, they ordered him to go back to change his clothes, saying that a distant relative was suddenly seriously ill and asked him to go to Bianliang with him quickly.
Xun'er didn't dare to disobey his father, he glanced at Jiang Xixi, Jiang Xixi understood, and winked at him, "Don't worry, leave the collar matter to me." ” Seeing the two of them getting into the carriage, she shook her head and smiled, "This kid, although he is a year older, when he sees Master Cheng, he is still like a mouse meeting a cat." ” The door was pushed open, and Mrs.
Chang walked into the room with an oil lamp, and she put the lamp on the table, untied a black hair, and took a comb to open the hair little by little against the round mirror on the table.
"Yuan'er slept?"
Chang Chunze lay on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed and asked casually.
Mrs.
Chang covered her heart, "Dead ghost, it's a scare, I thought you had gone to bed early." ” "If you don't come, how can I sleep?"
Chang Chunze smiled evilly at her.
"Don't talk nonsense, let others hear."
Chang Chunze simply got up from the bed and walked behind Mrs.
Chang, "Chunmei is home, there are only three of us left in this courtyard, who else can be listened to?"
"He picked up a strand of green silk, Madame's hair is the most beautiful, let her husband help you comb it."
As he spoke, he took the wooden comb from her hand, from top to bottom, seriously, not letting go of a trace of messy hair, and combed Mrs.
Chang's black hair down like a waterfall and scattered it around her slender waist.
In the mirror, Chang Chunze's eyes were hazy, and he suddenly brushed away the hair on the back of her neck and imprinted a deep kiss on her fine white neck.
Mrs.
Chang turned around, blocked his mouth with her hand, and blushed like rouge, "Don't worry, let me bring the jade hairpin I got yesterday." ” Chang Chunze knew that she was to increase her interest, so he smiled understandingly, leaned on the table, and lazily watched her take out a box.
The moment the lid was opened, Chang Chunze was stunned, he only knew that she had a jade hairpin, but he didn't want it to be such a rare thing, whether it was color or workmanship, it was all exquisite to the extreme.
The butterfly was so lifelike and beautiful that it was almost like it was about to spread its wings and fly out of the hairpin in the next moment.
He took the jade hairpin in his hand and sighed in his mouth, "Yuan'er is really a lucky star, with an arrow, he threw such a treasure back." ” Mrs.
Chang saw that he was all about the hairpin, and she was a little dissatisfied, she pouted, "Official, is this jade hairpin beautiful, or am I beautiful?"
” Chang Chunze came back to his senses, carefully inserted the jade hairpin into his wife's hair, picked her up with both hands horizontally, walked to the bedside, and fell into the gentle country together.
The bottom is constantly panting, the top is majestic and undulating, and at a critical juncture, Chang Chunze's eyes were once again attracted by the jade hairpin, its red is transparent, thrilling, and confusing.
In a trance, he seemed to hear a burst of laughter, which was very tactful at first, and then spread out layer by layer, revealing sadness and despair.
"Xianggong" The lady under him shouted, Chang Chunze lowered his head, and saw that her face seemed to be a layer of white mist, a vague face, and she couldn't see anything clearly.
He gasped, his whole body slumped, and he collapsed on top of the sweaty female body.
"Xianggong, what's wrong with you?"
Mrs.
Chang held his face with concern, but Chang Chunze didn't dare to open his eyes, the laughter was still there, more and more poignant, more and more crazy, hitting back and forth in his head, making bursts of echoes.
"Xianggong, what's wrong with you, you're soaking wet, you haven't been like this before."
Mrs.
Chang's voice was still the same as before, there was no change, Chang Chunze finally dared to open his eyes slowly, he saw that the face in front of him had returned to the appearance of Mrs., he couldn't help but feel relieved, and exhaled a deep breath.
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"Xu is tired these days, don't worry about Madame."
"Mother, mother, mother" Chang Yuan's voice came from another room, he didn't like to cry since he was a child, and he had never cried so hoarsely, so Chang Chunze and Mrs.
Chang hurriedly got up from the bed, put on a robe casually, and ran into Chang Yuan's bedroom.
Chang Yuan shrunk in the innermost part of the bed, holding his knees with his hands, hiding his head behind his knees, and his body trembled.
The two of them coaxed for a long time before he could barely lift his head, but as soon as he got out from behind his knees, he threw himself into his mother's arms and refused to come out again.
"Yuan'er, what's wrong with you?"
Chang Chunze stroked his son's back, but found that he was the same as himself, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
"Divided into several sections, she was divided into several sections, her head dragged behind the ponytail, and her neck was broken."
Chang Yuan cried, his hand tightly gripping his mother's clothes.
"It's a dream, there's nothing real in it."
Chang Chunze comforted him in a low voice, "Look, there's nothing when you wake up." ” "Butterflies, butterflies also flew out, flying high, redder than her blood."