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Chapter 62: Reverie

Zhou Shuhe suppressed a smile and ignored him, poured a ladle of cold water into the pot, the water boiled again when it was cold, the lid of the pot was closed and opened again, white water vapor surrounded her side face, it was clearly in the most smoky pot By the side of the basin, it is misty and rainy, as if it is floating in the sky.

After filling two bowls of noodles, she picked them up and put them on the square table by the window, and looked back at Qi Yu: "I don't even say you are an idiot, why are you so stupid, come and eat noodles."

The noodles are wide noodles, the soup is noodle soup, the eggs are not fried in lard, and the taste is really bad if they are boiled directly in water. Fortunately, the vegetables are fresh and taste quite refreshing.

Zhou Shuhe still doesn't like the idea of ​​eating without saying anything, swallowed a mouthful of noodles, and asked, "What do you think about Yingying and Liang Guang's marriage?"

"how do you know?"

"She's too embarrassed to tell you, so she wrote to me first."

Qi Yu was a little puzzled: "I'm her biological brother, and there is no older woman in the family who can teach her, why are you embarrassed to tell me?"

Zhou Shuhe looked him up and down for a long while, and suddenly laughed: "Sometimes I don't know whether you really don't understand or you don't understand, but it seems that you haven't figured it out yet." She smiled and shook her head, "You say, we We cooked noodles together just now, and now we eat noodles together, what does it look like?"

Hearing what she said, what else did Qi Yu not understand.

Yingying, who was more clear than him, didn't want to talk to her elder brother, she wanted to talk to the older woman in the family.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand, stared at the half-white noodle soup and the sesame oil and scallions floating on it, and there were thousands of words in his mind, but he didn't know where to start.

like couples.

Chai, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, two people, one room, fireworks in the world, the sun rises and the moon sets.

Ten thousand gold can't ask for it.

Some things were clearly gentle, but because they couldn't grasp them, they showed a little cruelty. Qi Yu didn't want to say it, so Zhou Shuhe remained silent.

She drank the last sip of noodle soup, and pushed the empty bowl in front of Qi Yu: "I cooked the noodles, you go to wash the bowl."

"Okay, you sit down and rest for a while, I'll go wash the dishes."

As a prominent figure in the Daning Dynasty, Zhou Shuhe's birthday gift would not be just a bowl of noodles casually.

Eating a bowl of small noodles, drinking some wine, and chatting a little, Qi Yu was living a happy life when he was suddenly dragged into the inner bedroom of Jiaofang Palace.

When he stepped over the threshold, he hesitated slightly, but he didn't stop. Following Zhou Shuhe's strength, he walked all the way to the round table beside her bed.

Zhou Shuhe pulled him to sit down. Seeing his reserved look, he couldn't help but tease: "What are you thinking?"

There was a pot of tea warming on the small stove on the table. Qi Yu touched the wall of the pot with the back of his hand, but it was still hot.

"I was wondering, what did you bring me here for?"

"Then what do you think I want to do?"

Qi Yu poured a cup of tea, pushed it to Zhou Shuhe's hand, and looked up at her: "I think you can do whatever you want."

Zhou Shuhe was slightly taken aback.

He considered his words, and slowly added: "If I want to do something, I can bear it, but if this is what you want, I don't want you to bear it."

This is really a very thought-provoking sentence. In fact, she didn't mean it, but it doesn't matter what happened originally. As soon as these words came out, Zhou Shuhe's thoughts couldn't help rushing towards some unspeakable directions.

During the two years in the Chuxiu Academy, apart from some talents in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the nanny would also teach the beautiful girls the orthodox boudoir etiquette, lest these little girls who don't understand anything offend Long Yan.In contrast, Chen Xiaoxiao's private collection of albums, as well as some of what she saw and heard frankly, crossed out the word "orthodox" on the boudoir ceremony, adding a bit of "unspeakable" fragrance | Yan Lu | Bone.

But Zhou Shuhe's understanding of bed matters came more from the eve of her marriage in her previous life, when her mother Li Rulan lay beside her, holding her hand and exhorting her every word.

Before that, Li Rulan had taught her how to behave in detail. Zhou Shuhe had never been too shy, and he had no interest in that Mr. Hu. These things were still covered with a layer of mystery when he didn't know. The veil is curious, but once you know it, it's meaningless.

She thought it was because A Niang was worried, and she was about to have another cliché, so she quickly found a comfortable position, and was going to fall asleep while listening.

Seeing her being so perfunctory, Li Rulan's expression was complicated: "Xiaohe, tell Aniang, are you willing to marry Young Master Hu?"

"Yes, I will marry tomorrow."

"What do you think is good about him that makes you willing to marry him?"

She counted on her fingers: "He looks good and has a good temperament. He is the only son of the Hu family. In the future, he will not worry about the separation of the family and the relationship between the sisters-in-law. fine."

Li Rulan was silent for a moment when she heard the words, and suddenly asked: "Then are you willing to marry Xiaoyu?"

Having not heard this name for a long time, Zhou Shuhe's heart skipped half a beat. An inexplicable panic made her raise her voice and her eyes became fierce.

"I don't want to, I don't want to, I said I don't want to, that's it, I don't think about it, you don't have to test me, it's annoying."

Li Rulan looked at her, the understanding and pity in her eyes made her feel angry from the bottom of her heart, she was so angry that she didn't know where to send it out, an evil fire rushed straight into her forehead, making people want to cry.

Zhou Shuhe really hated what her parents did in this matter. From the first heart-to-heart talk, to the scolding and family law, when she finally nodded and accepted her fate, they tried to test her cautiously with compassion and love.

Since I feel unbearable, why bother to mention it.

Why do you want to mention it!

She turned her back to Li Rulan, and slammed the quilt over her head, making the wooden bed creak, her voice curled up in the quilt: "I'm sleepy, sleep."

As soon as the words fell, she was a little afraid that her bad attitude would make her mother sad, so she forced herself to slow down her tone, and made up for it: "Tomorrow, there are many ceremonies to work on, so Madam should rest earlier."

The quilt was carried by her and she kept trembling. Zhou Shuhe didn't want to cry, she didn't feel sad, and she didn't have any regrets. Marrying Hu Ze might not be what she wanted, but it was indeed the best thing at the moment.It’s just that she still has a lot of words in her heart, they won’t help and cause others to stare, so she doesn’t have to say, can’t say, until these feelings sink into the bone marrow and become the soil of silence that nourishes her from a child to an adult.

People always have to grow up, and they don't cry when they lose important things, that's growing up.

She forced herself to calm down, closed her eyes and wanted to fall asleep quickly. In her dream, the sky was high and the birds were flying, so she would not have these boredoms, but she heard her mother talking again.

She had never heard such a calm, gentle and indifferent tone from her.

"When you meet someone you like, a woman's body can go to bliss, and if you don't like him, your body won't like him either. Although it doesn't matter if you like it or not, you can treat each other like a guest if you don't like it during the day, but at night I can also feel joy, but that kind of joy is very shallow, far from the man's expectations of his majesty. It doesn't matter if you perfunctory me like this today, but if you still perfuse Mr. Hu with such a lazy attitude tomorrow, it's okay It would hurt his self-esteem."

Zhou Shuhe sneered with disdain: "Such a shallow self-esteem, it doesn't matter if it hurts."

Li Rulan smiled and shook her head: "Xiaohe, life is not like this. When you get married, Aniang will not be able to protect you everywhere, and your natal family can give you the bottom line, but above this bottom line, life is better or worse. For one thing, it depends on the harmony between your husband and wife."

"If you hurt his self-esteem, the husband and wife will not be harmonious. If a man has a bad temper, there are many ways to snub you and grind you. Mr. Hu is a kind child, but the world is tolerant to men. He can ask Liu Yi for flowers. Zhenxiongfeng, by then there will be many concubines entering the mansion, everyone will fight for their own interests, and it will inevitably hurt you."

Zhou Shuhe didn't like to hear these words, but he knew that these were the words from his mother's heart, which would be of practical use to him for the rest of his life.

She slowly digested it patiently: "That is to say, I have to pretend to be happy and positive?"

Li Rulan nodded: "Yes."

"Do all women have to be like this?"

"Princesses and princesses shouldn't need it, and if they are powerful enough to recruit a son-in-law, they don't need to bother."

"Is the mother like this too?"

Li Rulan raised her hand to caress her eyebrows and eyes, the child said to accept fate, but her eyes were not there yet.

"Auntie is luckier than you. In the past, Auntie loved your father very much, so there was no need to pretend. Later, when her face became old and Auntie came into the house again, there was no need to pretend."

This was another hidden pain beyond Zhou Shuhe's comprehension.

She subconsciously skipped the matter, and asked again: "Then how should I pretend? I don't know what true bliss is."

Li Rulan smiled and said: "It's okay, most women in the world don't know, so whatever you pretend, men can't tell the difference."

The author says:

It should be fine... just to make sense.