Talk about lovesickness late at night

"Mr. Zhang said that he is innocent." Wushuang was forced to be anxious, and she couldn't make up a lie, so she had to answer truthfully.

"What?" Qiurong's originally eager face was suddenly filled with disappointment, "He, he... still despise me?"

Wushuang pulled her hand and comforted her, "Qiu Rong, it's because he doesn't deserve you, let him regret it. It's not worth being sad for such a snobbish man. Pull yourself up, Ming I will accompany you to the photoshoot again, and I must find someone better than him, okay?"

"It's too late, it's too late..." Qiu Rong murmured, "There are still seven days, and in seven days I will..."

After she said this, Wushuang suddenly remembered that Qiurong's 15th birthday would be seven days away.

According to the rules of Tianxiang Tower, the girl and Ji will be auctioned with great fanfare on the day of the girl, and since then they will "break the melon" to receive customers.

Thinking of this, Wushuang panicked, "I'll ask my mother to give you a few more days, she will agree, she..."

"Even if I agree, so what? No one will redeem me, and sooner or later I will still have to pick up the guests!" Qiu Rong couldn't help complaining, "Didn't I tell you not to talk nonsense, why did you still let Mr. Zhang know? If he I don’t know, maybe I’m already…”

"I didn't say it, someone recognized it..."

Qiurong thought that Wushuang was just trying to argue, and felt a little annoyed, "If you don't tell me, how would he know that I was born in a brothel? In vain, I thought you were a good sister. If you have Lian Cheng to redeem yourself, you don't care about my life or death!"

"No, it's not like this, Qiurong, listen to me..."

"There's nothing to say, let go, it's time for me to dance on stage." Qiu Rong shook off Wu Shuang's hand and rushed out the door.

"Qiu Rong..."

Wushuang couldn't argue, looking at the dark aisle, thinking of being poured wine by Zhang Qing first, and then being misunderstood by Qiu Rong, he was really wronged.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Suddenly there was a rush of coughing from behind, and Wushuang hurried back to the house, as expected, the doors and windows were wide open, and the cool evening breeze was blowing directly into the house.

Qingdai stands in front of the window, looking at the old plum tree in the courtyard in a daze, her thin body looks more and more frail in the weak candlelight.

"Mother, you are not in good health, and the doctor told you that you can't see the wind, why do you open the window again?"

Wushuang entered the room and hurriedly closed the window, but Qing Dai stopped her, "Don't close it, mother is fine."

"He said it was okay, but his hands were as cold as ice. Come on, go to bed and lie down, you should drink today's medicine." Wushuang supported her, but Qingdai refused, and stubbornly pushed open the window, even though the wind was blowing straight Even if you cough, don't turn it off.

"Mother..." Wushuang felt a headache, "You always don't cherish your body like this, how can you get better?"

"Shuang'er, why aren't the plum blossoms blooming outside?" She asked melancholy.

Wushuang felt sad and didn't know how to answer.

It has been seven years, and she has lived in Tianxiang Tower with her mother for seven years.

Every once in a while, my mother would stand under the plum tree in a daze, asking again and again, "Why don't the plum blossoms bloom, why doesn't it snow yet?"

Wushuang has said many times that there is no winter in Yuzhou, and it is impossible to snow.But Mother still didn't give up, as if it had become a habit, no matter season, summer, autumn or winter, whenever she thought of it, she would ask!

Because, a man once told her.

When it snows, I will come back to pick you up.Remember to warm a pot of wine, when the time comes, we will lean on the plums and listen to the snow!

Mother will remember this promise for a lifetime.And this man, she has been waiting her whole life.

However, he didn't come, and he never showed up.

For four consecutive days, Qiu Rong closed the door to thank the guests, but no one was seen.

In order to explain what happened that day, Wushuang almost broke his mouth, but Qiu Rong just ignored it.She is also tired, she has said everything that should be said, what should not be said, and Qiurong doesn't believe it, she has nothing to do.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and Wushuang sat alone on the swing in a daze.

"I thought you were a good sister in vain. If you have Lian Cheng to redeem yourself, you don't care about my life or death."

Qiu Rong's angry words could not be lingered in her mind, the "Lian Cheng" she said was Wu Shuang's best friend.

Knowing Lian Sheng, I don't know if it's a coincidence, a misunderstanding, or God's will?

She vaguely remembered that day, it was also such a spring afternoon, she entertained herself on a swing as usual.While having fun, a sneer suddenly came from beside my ear, "I think it's some fun thing, but it's just a swing, so it's worth laughing so happily?"

When she turned her head, she saw the handsome young man in brocade clothes lying on the courtyard wall, looking at her with a smile.

His eyes are very bright and transparent, but they are far less clear and brilliant than his smile, just like the sea breeze blowing on his face, making people's whole heart suddenly brighten.

"People on Moshang are like jade, and your son is unparalleled in this world." She was a little lost in thought. Isn't the poem in the book depicting this scene?

"What did you say?" The young man looked surprised.

It was only then that Wushuang realized that she had made a slip of the tongue, hesitated and didn't know how to answer, and threw the folding fan in her hand in a panic, and it hit the young man's eyebrows impartially.

"Oh my god!" She had just exclaimed, and the boy wailed, and together with her folding fan, they both fell outside the wall.

"Young master, young master..."

There was noise outside the wall, as if his servants had rushed over.

Wushuang hurriedly got off the swing, full of apology, "That...are you okay!"

"What do you think? I'll hit you and try!" He yelled angrily through the wall, and then said, "Unparalleled Under Heaven? Heh, you are so loud, why don't you call yourself number one in the world!"

Wu Shuang knew immediately that he had read the words on the fan, and couldn't help but annoyed, "Why are you peeking at other people's things and returning the fan to me!"

"Give it back to you? Hmph, wait!"

Yes, just wait.

After waiting for two years, the damned Lian Sheng still didn't return the fan, but they got acquainted because of it.Lian Sheng is playful, and so is Wushuang. It is not uncommon for him to climb over the wall and go out on weekdays.

In fact, Wushuang didn't know much about Lian Sheng.All he knew was that his family was in the capital and his father was an official.Because he didn't want to inherit his father's position, he ran to his grandfather's house in Yuzhou to take refuge.

Perhaps it is true to the saying that there is no coincidence, a corner of the house where Lian Sheng lives is actually connected to the backyard of Tianxiang Building, and this is how he and Wu Shuang got acquainted and got to know each other by accident.

Lian Sheng is the first man who has no desire for officialdom and power, at least the first one Wushuang knows.

Therefore, she likes to play with him, and thinks he is special, without utilitarianism, honesty, and free and easy, even though sometimes he is bullied miserably and angry enough.But, this is friends!

friend……

Thinking of these two words, thinking of Lian Cheng, Wushuang felt happy, and laughed "hehe", her feet kicked the ground restlessly, swinging on the swing.

"What is a fool doing alone?"

A joking sound suddenly sounded in my ears, it really said that Cao Cao Cao Cao is here.

Wushuang turned her head in a haughty manner, and as expected, she turned her head and saw the young man on the high courtyard wall.At this moment, he was cynically lying on his side, with a blue robe and a jade belt, and a smile on his face, which was actually warmer than that spring day.

"Are you addicted to climbing walls? Leave the good door open and don't leave, but act like a thief." She coquettishly got up and stood under the wall.