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When the hot dumplings came out of the pan, Mr. Rong quickly picked them out and put them in a small pastel dish that had been washed. Fresh fish and algae patterns were faintly visible on the bottom.
Taking advantage of his turning around to work, Lin Lang secretly reached out to grab it.
"Snapped!"
A pair of silver chopsticks hit the back of her hand.
Mr. Rong seemed to have eyes behind him, and without turning his head, he said in a calm voice, "Come here, wash your hands."
Lin Lang let out an "Oh" in disappointment, and obediently obeyed.
After the person finished washing his hands, he picked up the plate and a small bowl of vinegar, and walked slowly into the yard.
A small wooden shed was built on the left side of the yard, with entwined green branches and sporadic flowers occasionally blooming. There is a stone platform and two bamboo chairs in the middle, which is somewhat rustic.
Mr. Rong handed the chopsticks to someone, and said with a smile, "The custom in my hometown is to put a copper coin in the dumpling for auspiciousness. If you eat it, I will give you a wish."
Lin Lang tilted her head, "Then Lin Lang doesn't take advantage of it, if you win, sir, just say it."
The man's eyes flashed brightly, "Oh, then I'll have to pick and choose."
Two pairs of silver chopsticks stretched out at the same time, lightly picking up a thin dumpling.
Mr. Rong watched Lin Lang eat, and took a bite himself.
He raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"Sir, I have it!"
The person on the opposite side cried out in surprise, with the tails of their eyes raised, as happy as a child.
"Huh? Really?" He stretched his eyebrows, "Well, tell me, what do you want?"
In the line of sight, those black eyeballs were rolling around.
Mr. Rong was annoyed and amused watching it, what kind of bad idea is this little guy up to
"Is everything okay?"
"Well, anything will do."
His voice was unconsciously softer.
The sky in September was like a piece of clear sapphire, reflected in her eyes, with shallow waves.
"Then I want to get married at the age of twenty, and be a good wife who is diligent and thrifty in housekeeping, virtuous and virtuous." Lin Lang smiled brightly, and the cheongsam was shimmering with tiny rays of light, mottled into a shimmering landscape.
"It's hot in summer, and I can shake a fan for my husband to enjoy the coolness. In the severe cold of winter, a cup of hot tea is enough to warm my stomach."
Mr. Rong was taken aback.
Lin Lang was also looking at him, with a shiny pearl hanging by her ear, against the fluffy cloud hair, it was not as gorgeous and flamboyant as before, but instead exuded a soft and gentle aura.
This "sir" is not that "sir", but the meaning is quite profound.
Mr. Rong's blood tank was instantly emptied.
Without waiting for Mr. Rong's reaction, she picked up another silver chopstick and touched something hard with her lips and teeth.
"Oh, it seems that my luck is better today." She said happily, "Sir, I will give you a good meal."
Mr. Rong came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth twitched, he was very generous, "Tell me, what do you want?"
"Well, I hope my future husband's surname sounds better, for example—"
She elongated her tone on purpose.
Very quickly, a palm was spread out in front of her, and a silver pocket watch lay quietly inside.
"Do you think Rong's surname sounds nice?" the man asked with a smile.
"Does Mr. Rong think Rong Shi sounds good?" Linlang asked cunningly.
I knew she wouldn't agree easily, this little poison.
Mr. Rong pressed his temple, "This name is a bit of a mouthful, but..."
He leaned over, put the pocket watch on her solemnly, and hung it on his chest. The slender fingers fiddled with it, and put it in the right position, unbiased.
"Madam Shi Rong, it's not too bad." He said lightly.
This sentence is almost equivalent to a public proposal.
The wife's surname is placed before the husband's surname, indicating that he will not interfere with her freedom too much after marriage, agrees with her to develop her own ideals and paths, and fully supports her, even if she is a husband behind the scenes.
Mr. Rong is thirty-five years old this year. He is very wealthy and powerful. It is the golden time for a man's career to rise. If he is relegated to the second line, many people will sigh.
However, he still promised her without hesitation.
Beauty Township, Hero Tomb.
Mr. Rong faintly feels that excessive indulgence and indulgence are not advisable. He is already on the verge of danger, with a cliff behind him, and an abyss if he steps back.
But the future she sketches is too beautiful.
Shaking fans in summer, warming tea in winter, and occasionally listening to a few words of chatter by the pillow, it is leisurely and comfortable.
Mr. Rong sighed, maybe he was really old.
The longer the time, the more I yearn for a simple life. There is no intrigue, no swords and swords, and it is enough to guard one person quietly.
A few days later, a carriage left the Rong's house and headed for a remote mountain village.
Compared with the convenient and fast cars, the nostalgic Mr. Rong still prefers traditional means of transportation such as carriages and sedan chairs.
"Where are we going, sir?"
Lin Lang was softly pillowed on his lap, her untied black hair was softly draped over the black gown.
"Take you to see the place where I was born, and my parents." Mr. Rong stroked her head skillfully and naturally.
He has an unbearable past, and he was once as humble as dust. I hope this will not destroy his tall image in her mind.
The wheels ran over the potholed yellow land, and Mr. Rong grabbed her to prevent her from jolting too much.
"I'm not afraid of your jokes. When I was young, my family was very poor. My parents had no land and worked odd jobs. My mother was very capable of giving birth. Besides me, there were four older sisters and four older brothers. Therefore, our family I haven't even tasted some meatballs all year long."
"By the time I was five years old, the family couldn't open the pot anymore. In order to reduce the burden, my parents sold me to Yazi. That Yazi saw that I was ugly, had a stubborn temper, and was good at talking back. He was thinking of ways to punish me every day. , to smooth my edges and corners."
In the beginning, he didn't have much desire or ambition. He just wanted to save enough money, redeem the deed of sale, and then return to his hometown to be a peaceful blacksmith or hunter. When he was about the age, he would find someone who could grow vegetables and weave cloth. The mother-in-law, guarding a few acres of land to live.
Recalling that period of life, Mr. Rong's eyes darkened, "Later I was bought by a big landowner, and I became a horse-riding stone for a few years."
"Do you know what Mounting Stone is?" He asked suddenly, as if he didn't want anyone to answer, and said to himself, "It just crushes your pride, kneels on the ground like a begging dog, Belittled by others."
His back was run over by the landlord's leather boots and the lady's embroidered shoes. It was heavy, muddy, bent more and more, without dignity.
In order to survive, he endured it all.
It's just that people always have a bottom line.
"Once, the son of a big landlord lost a bet with someone, and the loser had to pass under the crotch of the winner." Mr. Rong said calmly, "The young master felt that I was groveling after being a stoner for so many years. , Wagging one's tail and begging for mercy is a hot topic, and I have quite a lot of experience, so let me fulfill the bet on his behalf."
"gentlemen… "
Mr. Rong paused as he stroked her hair, "That was the first time in my life that I developed courage. I refused to submit. Naturally, I was beaten badly. I thought I would not be able to live any longer."
And since then, that young master with high eyesight seized the opportunity to torture him with outrageously cruel methods.
A jade hand rested on the back of his hand.
Wordless silence, but warmth spread.
Mr. Rong's expression relaxed, and his fingers picked up a strand of her hair.
The setting sun was gradually sinking in the sky, and the twilight was falling, and a carriage slowly stopped at the edge of the field.
Mr. Rong stretched out his hands, hugged Lin Lang and got out of the car, signaling the driver to wait aside for a while, but he held Lin Lang's hand without hesitation, and the two walked along the ridge.
The flavor of autumn is hidden in the full golden wheat ears, exuding a ripe fragrance. The water source in the field is sufficient, and in the mountain stream not far away, listen carefully to the sound of the stream hitting the gravel.
A few thick old cows were scattered on the edge of the field to drink water, and occasionally raised a pair of big brown eyes, looking curiously at the guests who broke into the Taoyuan.
Mr. Rong led the people to a dilapidated cabin, with two tombstones erected beside it.
"When I came back, this house was already empty. I couldn't contact anyone, and I didn't know where they were. I heard from people nearby that my parents starved to death during the famine years. .And the money I had been sending home turned out to be in the hands of my neighbors.”
He didn't burn any paper money and ingots. For Mr. Rong, death is like a lamp going out.
"I, I have been blaming God all the time, why did I arrange such a rough fate for me, why did I have to endure so much suffering, why did I have to bear such a heavy burden at such a young age."
"I am so envious of that young master, who has no worries about food and clothing, can go to school, eat hot dishes, and has a family that takes good care of him. Unlike me, he is wandering, his life is declining, he is lonely, and he has to hold a word in his stomach." typed countless times in the manuscript, so as not to be annoying."
He let go of his palm, spread his fingers apart, slipped into the gap between his fingers, and interlocked with hers.
"However, I think fate must have its reasons for such an arrangement."
Mr. Rong turned his face slightly, his sharp and deep outline became softer in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Because it leaves the best to me.
Mr. Rong raised her hand and put it on his heart.
"I am seventeen years older than you, but what does it matter? The injuries I have suffered and the pain I have tasted are always one step ahead of you. I will not deliberately pave your future, and you don't have to be afraid of those unknown things. Fear, I've always been there. I won't let you get lost alone at dusk, and I won't let you go home alone when it rains."
got windy.
it's dark.
He gently embraced her in his arms.
I'm seventeen years older than you, there's nothing wrong with that.
At the age of thirty-five, I can calmly give you the tenderness and maturity you want.