Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 19

After leaving the gate of the mansion, the light gradually dimmed. The two walked to the city gate by the moonlight, and the bustling crowd gathered at the gate of the city.

The New Year's market is more lively than any festival. All the stalls are decorated with red cloth, lanterns are hanging on both sides, and occasionally the wind blows and gently shakes.

Song Jinshu couldn't see through his eyes. The light from the lantern reflected in his eyes, brighter than the stars in the sky.

The gadgets on the stall were dazzling, Song Jinshu stayed in front of a stall for two seconds, and finally left with Yan Cheng pretending not to care.

A hundred meters ahead, there was an old woman with a wonton stand. Yan Cheng pulled Song Jinshu and sat down at the small wooden table, and asked the old woman for two bowls of wontons filled with shrimp.

"This family's wontons are the best in Beijing. My mother would always bring me to eat at the market when I was a child. I didn't expect that after so many years, my grandmother is still here." The

old woman smiled and went to cook wontons for the two of them. The water boiled, and the heat covered the hunched figure of the old woman, dispelling the cold on her body.

"I have something to go to the shop in front of you, wait for me here."

Yan Cheng pinched Song Jinshu's face, and put his own handkerchief into Song Jinshu's hand. If you get lost with yourself, you can safely return to Yan Mansion with this veil.

Song Jinshu didn't know why, but he still sat on the chair obediently with his handkerchief in his hands and waited for him.

The old woman brought the boiled wontons in front of him. There were few people at the wonton stand. When she was free, she saw Song Jin's writing kindness, and sat in front of him with a smile to talk to him.

"That one just now is the son's husband, right?" The old woman smiled kindly, watching Song Jinshu add a spoonful of pickles to the wonton, "It really matches the little son."

Song Jinshu's face was reddened by the heat, and he raised his eyes and glanced in the direction where Yan Cheng left. Even though his back was hidden from the crowd, he still felt a little embarrassed.

"Yeah." Song Jinshu couldn't speak, so he just nodded obediently, his eyes curled into crescents with a smile.

The old woman only regarded him as shy, and talked to him a lot, even how she met her husband when she was young.

Song Jinshu listened with relish, and ate a whole bowl of wontons with the voice of the old woman.

As the night grew late, there were more people at the wonton stand. The old woman wiped her hands on her apron and stood up to greet the guests. Only then did Song Jinshu realize that Yan Cheng had been gone for some time.

The sound of guessing lantern riddles from the stall in front of him reached his ears, and Song Jinshu was still sitting there looking at the lantern with a fascination when he saw a lotus-shaped lantern.

When Yan Cheng rushed back to the wonton stall, he saw that Song Jinshu did not know what interesting things happened, he covered his mouth with his hands and smiled until his eyes narrowed.

The bright red light shone on his face, casting a shadow, making his skin as white as snow and his face as congealed.

Seeing Yan Cheng, Song Jinshu's eyes lit up, and he got up from the chair in a hurry, but stepped on the skirt and tilted his whole body to the side.

Yan Cheng hurriedly stepped forward to help him, hugged the person into his arms, and the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus floated into his nose.

"What are you doing in such a hurry? I'll leave you behind?"

Yan Cheng took out the masker hidden behind him and held it in front of Song Jinshu, "I saw that you liked the masker, so I went to Uncle Yang and made one for you. "

Having said that, Yan Cheng shoved the dough man in his hand into Song Jinshu's hand.

The person on that face was like a crescent moon, with a smile on his face and a cinnabar mole on the center of his forehead. It was Song Jinshu, who was dressed in blue.