"Or is it that you, the scholarly Meng family, look down on others and think that my clothes are cheap and it doesn't matter if they are ruined, but your clothes are expensive so I can't get the same dignity even if I apologize under the same conditions?"
Dignity is never given by others. Only when you think highly of yourself can you be so confident.
It doesn’t matter if the clothes cost one yuan, or the clothes cost ten thousand yuan, after all, you have to account for it.
This antique business is no better than the stone gambling business that makes a fortune halfway. Most people who appraise antiques and like to collect them are from scholarly families, knowledgeable, and attach great importance to reputation and education. They still have a certain sense of right and wrong in things. discriminating ability.
Just now, they were shocked by the price of Tiansi Silk, and as they were experts in knowing the goods, they couldn't help but feel distressed, and their empathy was on Fu Tong'er's side. But now, after Song Ye's sharp confession in a few words, they came back. It tastes reasonable, but at the same time, I also feel that what the Meng family did is not authentic.
Just because you have money, your exports smell like copper.
"Tong'er, how can you be so rude in front of others and why don't you apologize quickly?" At this time, Mr. Meng finally stood up and said something fair.
Meng Ziheng raised his head and glanced at the old man, then stood behind Song Ye expressionlessly.
He saw the other person just now, but he didn't speak until now. It was obvious that he was helping Fu Tong'er intentionally.
In the past, he thought that the old man was fair and selfless, but now he tasted it carefully and found that it was full of loopholes.
"Yes, grandpa, it's Tong'er who is so narrow-minded. Please don't blame Mr. Song. After I wash the clothes, I will deliver them to your house personally." Fu Tong'er stood in front of the person gracefully and obediently bowed to Song Ye to apologize. Retreat to advance and win the favor of everyone.
Song Ye didn't continue to speak, and glanced at her lightly, his eyes dark and unclear.
At the age of sixteen, she was so flexible and flexible. No wonder Mencius couldn't beat her.
Everyone also gave Mr. Meng face and praised Fu Tong'er for being a formidable young man and a malleable talent.
After Mr. Meng thanked everyone for their compliments, he turned his eyes coldly to Song Ye. Seeing her overly delicate and beautiful face, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, "Zi Heng, this is your roommate. ?"
Regarding Song Ye's identity, I believe that the Meng family has already investigated clearly, and Meng Ziheng did not hide it, "Yes, grandpa, Song Ye is my good friend."
Focusing on good friends, he heard the old man's brows gather together again, and he pointedly said: "It is a good thing for young people to make more friends, but they still need to have more mentors and helpful friends. Tong'er's calligraphy has made great progress recently. Sir, I will arrange for her to write a calligraphy later, and you can come and appreciate it." After saying that, the old man didn't even say hello, he just turned around and left.
It was the first time that Meng Ziheng saw the old man looking down on someone so openly. He couldn't help but look a little ugly. He turned back to Song Ye and apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't let you go through this muddy water." Originally, he wanted to let Song Ye go. Ye came to relax and never expected to encounter such unpleasant things.
Song Ye didn't care at all, shook her head, and said with deep meaning: "Sooner or later, you will get involved." The Bai family's matter was not resolved for a day, so she could not get rid of the relationship with the Meng family. Now that he has agreed to Meng Ziheng's seizure of power, Song Ye cannot stay out of the matter.
While a few people were talking, desks and the Four Treasures of the Study had been placed in the middle of the banquet hall. The granddaughter-in-law of the Meng family did not have a prominent background. Now that she was on the stage, she naturally wanted to show off her skills to impress others.
Meng Ziheng also knew that the reason why the old man asked him to appreciate and comment on it was simply to create an appearance of harmony and love for outsiders.
It's so hypocritical.
Meng Ziheng felt that since he made friends with Song Ye, he had become infected with his unruly nature, and gradually became impatient and unacceptable to many things that he had tolerated before.
"Leave aside Fu Tong'er's scheming, she will be a very good mistress, don't you think about it?" Song Ye could see Fu Tong'er's admiration and persistence for Meng Ziheng, so he asked this question. Being scheming is not a bad thing.
But Meng Ziheng's response was firm and without hesitation, "I don't like her."
That's right, I didn't hate it before, and I don't like it now. In Meng Ziheng's view of emotions, the prerequisite for a lifetime is to like it.
This made Song Ye a little surprised. He looked over slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Perhaps her eyes were too bright, which reminded Meng Ziheng of what he had said without hesitation, and his ears turned red, "Ahem, what's wrong?"
Song Ye looked back, thought deeply, and then said quietly: "To know how to dislike something, you must first like it."
If there is no comparison, there can be no distinction. Because Song Ye had no comparison, he didn't understand this kind of emotion, so he was surprised that a humble gentleman like Meng Ziheng could also be moved by ordinary hearts.
But the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.
Song Ye originally just lamented that the young man matured too early and was stupid, but what he didn't expect was that a single word was like a thunderbolt in Meng Ziheng's ears, making his body stiffen in an instant, and even his heartbeat lost its rhythm.
Bang bang... He stared blankly at the figure strolling away in front of him, his words constantly swirling in his mind.
To know how to dislike something, you must first like it.
Is it because he can express his dislike for Fu Tong'er so definitely because he has someone he likes
Like... He suddenly remembered that night in the bedroom, the two of them shared a paintbrush and painted a beautiful picture. At that time, the boy's body was still smelling of the fragrance after bathing, and his eyes were like the lakes and mountains after the rain, which was so beautiful.
At this time, they heard that the grandson's daughter-in-law of the Meng family was going to perform calligraphy, and everyone came to watch the fun.
After the farce just now, Fu Tong'er changed into a lake green cheongsam, made of the same sky silk material. While people were amazed, they also understood the extraordinary status of this child bride in the Meng family.
"Today, I will let my little girl show off her ugliness in front of all the uncles." Fu Tong'er stood tall and graceful, without any stage fright. A pair of watery eyes fell on Meng Ziheng's body, full of infinite tenderness, "Brother Ziheng, I have to trouble you." Check it out for me."
The teasing looks from the crowd made Meng Ziheng a little angry, and he subconsciously wanted to see Song Ye's reaction, but seeing the latter's expression as usual and quite interested, his heart felt empty again, and he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or something else.
However, Mr. Meng had given instructions in advance, and Meng Ziheng had no choice but to stand over no matter how unwilling he was. The golden boy and the beautiful girl were paired together, and there was another burst of praise.
But before the performance even started, several wild and wanton laughs came from outside the banquet hall, "Haha, Mr. Meng, it's so lively today, you actually left my Bai family behind, how unkind you are."