Aunt Fan was carrying large and small bags in both hands, and the boy beside him also had a big sack hanging on his thin arm.
After opening the door, she asked the boy to put down the sack and said something with a smile.
The children all probed their heads, trying to see clearly what was in the sack. Jiang Mingzhen, who was squeezed in the middle, could only vaguely hear a few phrases such as "country specialties", "peanuts", "dried sweet potatoes", "Miss likes to eat" and so on.
Xu Meiyin kept thanking: "It's too polite, I have carried it all the way from the countryside."
Aunt Fan pushed the child to the front and introduced a few words to her.
The boy obediently called out to his mother, "Hello, madam."
"Good boy." Xu Meiyin bent down and patted his head: "What's your name?"
The child behind was moving back and forth rustlingly. Jiang Mingzhen saw the boy's mouth opening and closing, but couldn't hear what he said clearly.
"Hey!" She roared angrily, and pushed hard behind her: "You try to squeeze me again!"
The children instantly became honest.
"What did he say his name was?" she asked.
"His name is Yu!" Someone who heard it reported to her.
Those who could hear more accurately imitated the mandarin with the accent of the country boy, and said word by word: "Live taro."
Jiang Mingzhen curled her lips, the name was really ugly.
Xu Meiyin has already started chatting with the nanny about her family affairs. I haven't seen her for a few days, and Aunt Fan's spirit has deteriorated a lot, and she seems to be a few years older.
The children couldn't understand what the adults were talking about, so their attention was diverted, and some people suggested playing house wine.
"Jiang Mingzhen, do you want to play?"
"Oh," who was afraid of being scolded quickly made a silent gesture to him: "Don't call her now."
Jiang Mingzhen is eavesdropping intently.
After answering Xu Meiyin's words, Aunt Fan suddenly noticed something was missing in the room.
"Is Miss Zhen not here today?"
"Here I am."
Xu Meiyin turned her head, and met Jiang Mingzhen, who had half an eye exposed in the backyard.
"What are you doing there?" She waved at her: "Come here, Aunt Fan is back, and her little brother, haven't you been looking forward to them these days?"
The boy followed Xu Meiyin's line of sight and looked in the direction of the backyard.
Jiang Mingzhen slipped away as if oiling the soles of her feet.
Xu Meiyin burst out laughing.
"This child is usually not afraid of anything, but he never thought he would be shy when he sees strangers."
Aunt Fan already knew Jiang Mingzhen's character very well.
"It's okay, let Miss Zhen and their friends play in the backyard."
Xu Meiyin nodded.
"We came in and said. Your room is the same as before. I have prepared a new room for the child."
"No madam, he just needs to live with me."
They talked and walked inside.
The new little boy followed his mother every step of the way.
Jiang Mingzhen, who was in the backyard, never took her eyes off the door. For a long time, no one came in.
"Why doesn't he come to play with us?" She ordered a child casually, "Go over and ask him to come over."
"Oh." The child went obediently.
Jiang Mingzhen had just heard that they were going to pretend to be housewine, now that she has some free time, she began to sort out their roles.
"I'm going to be the boss." She said naturally.
She has always been the protagonist in playing house and wine. The queen, lady, princess, and boss are the most powerful people in the game anyway. Everyone doesn't like to play Jiang Mingzhen's version of playing house wine. Last time she played the role of emperor, everyone kowtowed to her when they saw her.
"There is no boss."
The daring kid stood up against Jiang Mingzhen.
"We play the ancient wedding house wine."
"Yeah, hammer paper scissors just now, we have already assigned roles."
"Oh," Jiang Mingzhen said, "what are your roles?"
They stood up and answered.
"I am the groom."
"I am the bride."
"I'm a matchmaker."
"I'm the father of the bride."
"I am the groom's mother."
"There are still servants, pet dogs and horses left, you choose one."
"I'll be the bride." Jiang Mingzhen raised her chin and pointed her finger at the girl who was supposed to be the bride: "You are the servant."
The little girl was wronged immediately: "I won't do it."
"Hmph," Jiang Mingzhen pulled the bride's red hijab away from her hand with all her strength: "You are at my house, and you want to use my toys to pretend to be house wine. If you don't listen to me, you won't have a chance to play."
Everyone still wants to play. So facing the domineering Jiang Mingzhen, they all dared not speak out.
The girl who was assigned the role of servant reluctantly picked up the servant's spoon and plastic bowl.
And the kid who played the groom before didn't want to partner with Jiang Mingzhen, so he quickly raised his hand: "I, I want to change to a pet dog instead of being the groom."
By the time the errand-runners lead the country boys into the backyard, they're all dressed up for their roles.
The little friends told them: "We played house wine in the ancient wedding, and there is no one left for the groom and the horse."
The kid running errands looked around. Jiang Mingzhen's head was covered with a red cloth.
Without any hesitation, he finished his selection: "I want to be a horse."
So the groom has no doubts... Everyone looked sympathetically at the new boy.
He didn't know the situation and didn't have any objections.
"Thank you, give me the best." The little boy had a strong local accent, and he deliberately lowered his volume when speaking.
He gave them a friendly smile. The fleshy face looked rounder and more bulging in that smile.
Jiang Mingzhen vaguely saw his expression through the red cloth that did not block the light. She stood opposite him and heard his thank you very clearly.
He's different, she thought: unlike everyone else, he might have fun with me.
The pretend play game started in an atmosphere where everyone felt at ease.
Everyone performed their duties, the pet dog squatted on the ground and barked, and the servant started scooping soil into a plastic bowl. Some of them didn’t know what to do for a while, clapping their hands while humming the wedding march to the bride and groom... Although the theme is Ancient wedding.
The matchmaker waved a small handkerchief and led the bride in a red hijab into the arena.
The horse barked "yo yo" in front, followed by the groom.
"Married, married." The children grabbed the grass on the ground and threw it into the air.
Jiang Mingzhen looked at the ground, and there was a pair of white cloth shoes standing in front of her.
He took her little finger and pulled her forward.
The palm that gently wraps around the little finger is as fleshy and warm as the face she saw.
The out-of-key wedding march sung by humans sounded again.
They walked all the way to the place where the servants were preparing the meal.
The atmosphere of the game reached its climax, and the children yelled hoarsely: "The groom lifts the hijab, lifts the hijab and enters the bridal chamber."
The little groom with a steamed bun face did as he was told.
With a smile on his face, he carefully grasped the edge of the red cloth with both hands, and lifted it up.
The moment Jiang Mingzhen saw the light again, she winked at him in a good mood.
Immediately afterwards, the plot galloped away in a direction she hadn't expected at all.
The boy's smile froze on his face, as if he accidentally swallowed a whole plum while eating, and it stuck in his throat.
Not knowing why, Jiang Mingzhen reached out to grab him.
The boy flinched back, nearly jumped up, and screamed in her face, "Mom, what a ghost!"
Isn't it hell!
Under the blood-red hijab that had been covered for too long, the girl's left eye was covered by her long, messy hair, leaving her right eye looming. He frightenedly scanned her facial features... flat nose, thick lips, yellow to black skin, the small right eye behind the hair was staring at him, and in shock, he saw it blinking at himself After a couple of clicks, the look in his eyes was even weirder than before.
"Ghost Bride!"
The onlookers laughed loudly.
"Hahaha Jiang Mingzhen is a ghost bride!"
Jiang Mingzhen has never been humiliated like this in her five-year-old life so far.
No one would tell her that she was ugly.
How could she be ugly? Jiang Mingzhen often hears what everyone says, and there is only one sentence: her daughter really looks like her mother.
Her mother, Xu Meiyin, is a well-known beauty.
So Jiang Mingzhen always thinks that she is a miniature version of her mother - her eyes are much smaller than her mother's, and her nose is much flatter than her mother's. The mouth is more like my father's, thick.
Is there something wrong? She will be as beautiful as her mother when she grows up.
Jiang Mingzhen was furious.
She was so angry that she couldn't perform at her normal level, and started to go crazy on the spot.
"You, how dare you..."
She clenched her fists, and amidst the ridicule of her companions, she spoke harshly to the little country boy who offended her.
"I tell you!"
Gritting her teeth, she said word by word: "Live taro! You will definitely regret it!"
Dare to provoke Jiang Mingzhen, let's see how he will live in the Jiang family in the future.