The helicopter landed in a manor in Nantong City. Si Yiyan took her to a small town in the suburbs of Nantong. The town still retains the blue brick and glazed tile buildings. There is a kind of heaviness and simplicity polished by history. Wen Xinya fell in love with this place at first sight.
Si Yiyan took her to eat Nantong's famous snacks, including Xiting crispy biscuits, Zhengchang smoked cakes, Shigang fermented bean curd, Xingren pork head, peach sesame cakes, sesame balls, sesame cakes, Maidi crisps, stinky tofu, white sauce catfish, etc.
It was also the first time that Si Yiyan realized that girls’ appetites could grow really big!
Then they came to a house made of bluestone bricks. The bluestone steps were covered with green moss, which looked elegant.
"Be careful not to slip!" Si Yiyan took her hand and half-supported her into the yard.
In the yard there is a green pine tree with emerald green needles, a clump of purple bamboo with swaying purple leaves, a cluster of gorgeous red flowers, and green leaves everywhere. It is quiet and elegant to the extreme.
"Where is this..." Wen Xinya opened her mouth to ask, and then she saw a lady wearing a white cheongsam with peony patterns walking towards them gracefully.
"Young Master Jiu, Miss Wen, you are here!" The beautiful woman's voice was filled with the soft and gentle murmurs unique to Jiangnan women, delicate and gentle to the extreme.
Si Yiyan nodded and introduced Wen Xinya, "This is Wan Niang, you can call her Aunt Wan!"
"Hello, Aunt Wan!" Wen Xinya noticed that although Si Yiyan's tone was light when he introduced her, it revealed a hint of warmth, so her tone when she greeted her also seemed a little more intimate.
Wan Niang's smile deepened, and her eyes became softer as she looked at Wen Xinya, with a natural scrutiny that didn't seem abrupt. Instead, it made people feel that it was a sign of respect for others: "I've heard about you from Master Jiu before, and you're really beautiful. Master Jiu has a good eye."
Being praised directly by her elders, Wen Xinya felt a little embarrassed. Her face turned slightly red, as if it was stained with rouge. She looked charming and beautiful, "Aunt Wan, you..."
She felt that Wan Niang had misunderstood the relationship between her and Si Yiyan and wanted to explain.
Wan Niang glanced at Si Yiyan meaningfully, her eyes fell on her, and she interrupted her without being abrupt: "You are the first woman that Jiu Shao brought here."
Seeing Wen Xinya was a little embarrassed, Si Yiyan helped her out: "Wan Niang is an embroiderer who is proficient in the four famous embroidery techniques, as well as many lost embroidery techniques and some brocade crafts. The Phoenix Brocade dress I gave you before was made by Wan Niang."
Wen Xinya was immediately shocked. This beautiful woman who was about 40 years old was actually an embroiderer with superb skills. In the world today, there could not be more than ten people who could be called embroiderers. It was said that every work of embroiderers would make a sensation around the world when it came out. They were all collected by some tycoons to fill their own private museums. They were definitely limited commodities. They were not something that could be afforded by money, but were achieved through luck that was hard to come by.
Wan Niang smiled and took Wen Xinya's hand and said, "Jiu Shao asked me to prepare some clothes for you. Come with me to try them on to see if they are suitable."
Wen Xinya discovered that Si Yiyan seemed to particularly like giving her clothes, so she nodded and followed Wan Niang into the inner room.
The room was filled with precious fabrics and exquisite embroidery that dazzled her eyes. She had always admired the splendid culture of ancient Country Z, and at this moment she was even more in awe of Wan Niang.
Wan Niang took out four sets of clothes, one small cheongsam, one short skirt, and two long skirts.
Each set was very delicate and beautiful. Wan Niang picked out a blue floral dress and handed it to Wen Xinya: "Go and put it on!"
Wen Xinya looked down at the casual home clothes she was wearing. It seemed a little inappropriate for going out, so she picked up her long skirt and went into the inner room to change into them.
The ethereal sky blue, with its pure depth, actually sets off her temperament with mystery and grandeur. The skirt is one-shoulder style, and on the thin shoulder strap of the right shoulder, a silk flower slowly blooms, with white twined flowers climbing to the collar, dotted with dots of bright white, and the snow-white pear blossoms between the hem of the skirt are like piled petals, lifelike, cool and beautiful.
Wan Niang smiled and said, "You are so beautiful! I have never seen a woman who can wear a long skirt so gracefully. Come here and let me tie your hair for you."
Wen Xinya lifted her skirt slightly and sat down in front of the dressing table.
Wan Niang took the rosewood comb and gently combed her hair: "Your hair is very beautiful, it is very suitable for hair bunting!"
Wen Xinya's body felt as if struck by lightning, and the gentle voice in her memory suddenly whispered in her ear: "You have such good hair. It will be very beautiful if you tie it up."
He was always particularly gentle when he said this.
So she never tied her hair up, just to hear the tenderness in his soft voice.
Later... After she knew that he was with Xia Ruya, she ran to his house with her hair tied up and bare legs, begging: "Jingnan, I know you broke up with me because I didn't listen to you. Look at me with my hair tied up. Isn't it beautiful? If you like it, I will tie my hair up every day in the future for you to see, okay?"
At that time, his face was cold and heartless: "Miss Wen, I think you misunderstood. We have never been together, so how can we break up!"
One sentence defeated her self-esteem and arrogance, and trampled her sincere feelings into the mud!
Later, she cut off her long hair and never had long hair again!
A tear rolled slowly from her eye socket, and suddenly slid down from her eye socket. When she realized it, she found a tingling pain in her scalp. She couldn't help but cry out: "Ah! It hurts!"
"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention and hurt you." There seemed to be a hint of coldness in the clear voice, as if he was enduring something.
Wen Xinya suddenly woke up and looked in the mirror. Si Yiyan was standing behind her. His slender fingers like bamboos were combing her long hair with a red sandalwood comb. His fingers deftly tied her hair into a bun. It seemed that he had practiced the action thousands of times. Her heart suddenly trembled. In order to hide the trembling in her heart, she hurriedly changed the subject: "Si Yiyan, don't you know that women's hair should not be touched?"
"Oh? I'd like to hear more!" Si Yiyan's voice was slightly cold, and his dark eyes became increasingly deep, but there seemed to be a storm in between. The burning sensation of the teardrop on his fingertips seemed to burn his entire heart. Who was this tear for? Who had ever tied her hair like this
She was obviously only fifteen years old, not yet an adult, so 70% of this idea was not true, but the remaining 30% still made him feel uneasy.
"In ancient times, when a man tied a woman's hair, it meant he was courting her, implying they would grow old together, so..." Wen Xinya raised her eyes and saw Si Yiyan in the mirror. Her eyes and brows were suddenly like flowers in full bloom, in their prime and dazzling. She immediately realized how ambiguous her words were.