Chapter 56

Seeing Gu's eyes, her mother-in-law knew that she wanted to hear her go on, and her eyes became a little distant.

"I'll tell you something about the past today."

Gu qianrong took the tea in front of him and took a sip gently.

"Let's start with the terrain of Li Zhuang. The closed terrain of Li Zhuang determines that he will raise a group of closed people. We were born with ethnic groups. Because we don't intermarry with the outside world, the whole small village basically has some in laws. I have been hardworking since I was a child. My neighbors praised me as a good girl. My parents betrothed me to Wang Er at the head of the village. But I don't have any ideas about these, because it seems that when my daughter grows up, she should be married. I don't reject her and I'm not very positive. So I didn't pay much attention to it. I continued to live my life. I washed clothes and cooked meals every day, and embroidered flowers in my spare time.

I was very poor at that time, not all children could enjoy the opportunity of reading, so my brother was only provided for me in my family, and I stayed at home to do some housework. Fortunately, the village is also relatively closed, and other people don't attach much importance to girls' knowledge, so my parents and I think it's OK not to read. My life was so flat that I was 16 years old.

At the age of 16, I'm old enough to be engaged to Wang Er. According to Li Zhuang's custom, Wang Er's parents brought me a batch of cloth, a rooster and two jars of wine, which should be our engagement.

I remember that it was a small rainy day. It was raining and foggy. When I came back from outside, I was attracted by a large area of Yilan flowers in full bloom. I seldom see Ilan, so it's rare. Because I seldom have my own activities except washing clothes and cooking, but today my mother asked me to make a suit of clothes, so I could just pass by and see this large Magnolia.

Maybe fate favors me. When I saw Magnolia for the first time, I also saw a man who could change my life.

It was a light rain that day. He was standing in the rain painting with an umbrella. His painting is really good-looking. I don't think the flowers in front of me are as good-looking as his painting. What kind of purple is that. Like purple fog in the air, diffuse in my nose, I feel very beautiful.

Soon, he saw me, we looked at each other for three seconds, and I lowered my head.

When I finally had the courage to go over to see his paintings, I found that there was one more person in his paintings. It's a girl with long hair. She's wearing a blue skirt.

It's me.

He looked at me with a smile, and I blushed. I asked him, why did you draw me secretly?

He said you look better than flowers, so I won't draw.

Obviously, I have never met such a man. He looks so good, paints so well and speaks so well.

I looked at him very carefully, and he also looked at me very seriously. I felt that time stopped at that moment. Whether it was raining or windy, there was nothing left in my eyes, just him.

He held out his hand to me, he said hello, my name is song Le.

I trembled and stretched out my hand, I said hello, my name is pearl.

At the moment when my fingertips touched each other, I felt like an electric current passed through my body. I felt a crisp and numb feeling. It seemed that in the past 16 years, except for my brother, I had never touched any other man's hand. He seemed to be the first strange man I had ever touched.

I seem to be about to forget that I have a fiance, my 16 years of regular life, my 16 years of destiny. I feel that when he reaches out his hand to me, I want to go with him. I don't know what this feeling is. Is it love at first sight?

That day, Wang Er's parents waited for me at our house all day, but I didn't go back. I watched song Le draw one picture after another, and I was in every picture.

When it was dark, I suddenly remembered that I wanted to go home. I said goodbye to song Le in a hurry. Song Le said to me that the Pearl and Ylang flower will bloom for three days, and I will still be here tomorrow.

I turned to him and said, OK.

My father was very angry that I didn't come back, because it never happened. I have always been a clever and sensible daughter, or I have always been a daughter at their mercy. But that day, when my father asked me why I didn't come back, I told him that I was watching flowers outside. My father was stunned by my reply for a moment, and then became even more angry. He picked up the feather duster on the table and threw it under my feet. At that time, I thought I wanted to resist.

Because I suddenly realized that if I didn't resist, I would marry Wang Er, the man who sells meat in the village. He kills pigs with a knife every day, and his hands are stained with pig blood every day.

But I seem to like that pair of hands with a paintbrush, that pair of hands with clear bones. He belongs to a gentle man, can draw, can say nice words, with good-looking glasses, wearing plain clothes, standing in a purple flower bush said to me, pearl, tomorrow I will still be here.

I don't know if I'm crazy. I was told by my father that I don't want to marry Wang Er. I have someone I like.

My father thought that I might have been crazy. He didn't look me in the face. My father didn't let me have dinner. He asked me to kneel down in the hall and reflect on myself. Tomorrow, I will go to the Wangs and apologize.

I resolutely refused him. I couldn't go to Wang Er's house. If I couldn't be with song Le, and if song Le didn't want to be with me, I didn't want to marry Wang Er.

What does that feel like? If you have 50 cents, you may feel a kind of heartache if you lose 50 cents one day, but if you lose 50 cents one day, at the next intersection, you will encounter a dollar in a twinkling of an eye, will you be sad?

Besides, Wang Er, for me, let alone fifty cents, I have never had him, and I don't want to have a comparison. For me, this kind of feeling is like I met a dollar first, so will you still want the fifty cents?

The next day, as usual, I cooked dinner for my father, washed clothes for them, and my father went with me. Maybe I thought that I was 16 years old and far from the age of marriage, so he didn't care about me. I was in front of Ilan again.

Song Yue is still here.

Today there is no rain, Yilan flowers more beautiful, in the sun, they are so beautiful.

I stood there shouting, song Le.

Song Le turns back with the brush. I suddenly want to rush over and hold her.