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"You're back."
Chun Ya was in a mess when she heard Mu Nanshan say to her.
"Uh-huh, I'm back... I'm back." Chun Ya said in a panic, not even daring to raise her head to look at Mu Nanshan's face. She lowered her head and looked at the pair of wet eyes that could not be covered by her newly tufted skirt. The red, old embroidered shoes made her even more discouraged. She felt that she was a joke. The new clothes and hairpins she spent two taels of silver on today were a joke, and the nondescript bun she wore was a joke. Even the embroidered shoes on my feet that are almost worn out are a joke.
"Have all the things at home been taken care of?" Mu Nanshan asked again.
"It's done." When she spoke again, Chun Ya's eyes were wet and her lips were trembling. She gritted her teeth to prevent herself from crying. She felt extremely upset and terrible. I really have never been so embarrassed.
"I heard from Lao Xu that you are going back to take care of the tavern this time," Mu Nanshan took two steps forward, getting closer to Chun Ya. He smelled the faint smell of osmanthus oil emanating from the fallen horse bun, and felt in his heart As soon as he was busy, he stopped, and he looked around uncomfortably, "How did you deal with that tavern?"
"It's already been... given out," Chun Ya said through gritted teeth, thinking about the eighty taels of silver, her mother's disappointed look after hearing the news, and Mu Nanshan's moon-white handkerchief, her voice Somehow, there was a sense of grievance inside, "But I didn't sell it at a good price. It's such a big store and such a good location. I only bought eighty taels. I regret it to death."
Listening to her nasal complaint, Mu Nanshan's heart almost stopped beating: "If you are reluctant to sell it, why are you so anxious to sell it? Why don't you keep it?"
"I'm busy here all day long, so I can't take care of what's coming over there." After a while, Chunya said in a depressed voice, "The tavern has been left unoperated. Sooner or later, the bad ones will be put away, and then they will be sold even more." If you can’t get a good price, you might as well just buy it now.”
"Then why don't you go back and continue to open a tavern?" Mu Nanshan almost blurted out. As soon as he said it, he regretted it, but he was extremely eager for Chun Ya's answer. He had been waiting for most of the day, and he held back his desire to ask Chun Ya. Ya came, "I heard from Lao Xu that your tavern used to do very well. Now that the world is peaceful and no one will bully you and your daughter, why don't you go back and open a tavern? I also asked, Lao Xu He said that what you signed was not a death contract, and you could leave at any time."
Chunya raised her head suddenly and looked at Mu Nanshan with her scarlet eyes. She felt wronged, angry, and disappointed. Mu Nanshan was startled by those steamy eyes. When she realized what she was doing, Chunya lowered her head again. His shoulders were slumped, and the ponytail on his head was shaky, as if he was a child who had been bullied.
"I used to cook for too many people, and I was so tired. I don't want to do it anymore," Chun Ya said a little discouraged, paused, and sniffed again, "Now I cook for just one person. I'm not tired... I feel quite comfortable." …”
Mu Nanshan's heart suddenly stopped beating. In the dim yellow candlelight, he took two more steps forward and stopped in front of Chun Ya. He stretched out his hand and gently held Chun Ya's shoulders. He felt Chun Ya trembled and struggled, but he didn't let go, and his hand was still slightly energetic.
Chun Ya was so frightened that she almost cried: "You... what are you going to do?"
Mu Nanshan still didn't speak. His hand slid down from Chun Ya's shoulder, and then stopped on Chun Ya's slender wrist. Chun Ya's hands were always behind her back. Mu Nanshan held her hand like this, almost holding her hand. The whole person was wrapped in his arms.
Chun Ya was out of breath, she was dizzy, and her heart was even more confused.