Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 37 Wedding Dress

When the sun was about to set, Yan Chi walked into the backyard with vain steps.

Song Jinshu stood up from the chair and looked at Yan Chi with a flushed face, not knowing what to say. Yan Chi was a little dizzy, and he didn't notice Song Jinshu's unusual expression. After explaining the precautions of Xianghuotang with the little monk, he led the people away.

Shen Yuxiu accompanied his parents up the mountain to seek Buddhahood. The family was going to spend the night in the temple, so they did not go back to the city with the two of them.

As soon as Yan Chi got into the carriage, he leaned against the window and fell asleep. Song Jinshu didn't dare to disturb Yan Chi's rest, so he took the bodhi fruit out of his arms and carefully wiped it with a clean handkerchief.

When the carriage drove to Yan's house, the sky was completely dark, and the bright full moon hung in the night sky. Song Jinshu got off the carriage and looked up, and the moonlight shone all over his shoulders.

Yan Cheng had been waiting at the gate of the mansion for a long time, and when he saw Song Jinshu getting off the carriage, he didn't even go to help him. Leaning on the stone lion at the door, his mouth slumped with a look of grievance.

Yan Chi was pale and was supported by the maid back to the yard. Song Jinshu took Yan Cheng's hand and walked in, but he couldn't pull him, so he had to accompany him to stand at the door to enjoy the moonlight.

"You don't want me when you have a big brother," Yan Cheng smelled of alcohol, and when he was talking close to Song Jinshu's ear, the hot and humid breath sprayed on his face, "I've been waiting for you at home for a few hours, and you're only coming back now. "

Song Jinshu raised his arms and embraced Yan Cheng, who was leaning over, because he couldn't stabilize his body and stepped back a few steps, only when he touched the stone lion behind him, he was able to stop his pace.

"You, you, you've been drinking."

Song Jinshu took medicine for a few days, and every night he was covered in the quilt by Yan Cheng and said all the lewd things, and the usual communication was no longer a problem. In front of Yan Cheng, he was much more courageous, but he still had the habit of stuttering when speaking, and it took time to correct it.

"Well, drink a little." Yan Cheng didn't put his entire body weight on Song Jinshu's body, he hung it on Song Jinshu's back and pushed the person forward, "I received Mr. Yue from the west of the city at night, and said he wanted to give My son is getting married." When the maids in the

front yard saw it, they covered their eyes and blushed and dared not look. Yingbi, who was passing by with the water, bit her lower lip and left quickly.

"Marriage?"

Song Jinshu tugged at Yancheng's sleeve, motioning him to let go of himself and walk well.

The last time Yue Tongzhou went to the ready-to-wear shop and asked Yan Cheng to make a custom-made wedding dress for him, it turned out that he had been preparing for the wedding a long time ago, and he hid it and didn't say it until this time.

"But Mr. Yue doesn't even know that Mr. Yue came to me to do the wedding dress." Yan Cheng felt strange and asked one more question. Only then did Mr. Yue know that he was going to marry his son to the present Shang Shu. grown ups.

"Shangshu, my lord!"

Song Jinshu exclaimed and turned around, almost falling into the pool next to him together with Yan Cheng.

Lord Shangshu wants to call Mr. Yue a cousin. Although he is powerful in the court, he is already over half a hundred years old. Mr. Yue wants to marry his young son to Mr. Shangshu?

Yan Cheng shook his head and said regretfully: "I heard that there was turmoil in the court recently, Prince Duan Xiao Yize held the military power of Bianjun, and all the officials of the Ministry of Rites had undergone a major change of blood. It is estimated that Mr. Yue wanted to use the relationship between Shangshu and the people around him. Put it in." The

two walked into the yard, and Yan Cheng ordered the maid who was guarding outside the door to go to the small kitchen to bring the cool white fungus lotus seed soup, and went to the bedroom with her arms around Song Jinshu's waist.

"Everyone wants to get an official position in the court, and the old man Yue's family has a confidant, but it's a pity that after the war in Youdu, the power of the Yue family's family is getting weaker and weaker, and now he can only use this method to make The Yue family has continued to become the folk master of Youdu."

"Then, how can you—" Disregard the happiness of your own son?

Song Jinshu's voice stopped abruptly, and he suddenly thought of his marriage with Yan Cheng. Isn't it the order of his parents?

Looking at Song Jinshu's suddenly dim eyes, Yan Cheng knew that he must have thought of his marriage because of Yue Tongzhou. Feeling distressed, he buried his head on Song Jinshu's shoulders and rubbed his neck, comforting him.

The dark clouds gradually enveloped the full moon, and the drizzle made a sound on the window lattice. Yan Cheng put his arms around Song Jinshu and patted his back before falling asleep.

The two only mentioned Yue Tongzhou the night before, and the next day he went to the clothing store to get married.

Song Jinshu hadn't seen Yue Tongzhou for a few days, only to realize that he had lost weight in just a few days, and his face was already showing a gray look.

Song Jinshu took Yue Tongzhou into the room, poured him a cup of soothing flower tea, and his worried eyes kept sticking to Yue Tongzhou's face.

Yue Tongzhou is tall among his brothers, and he looks handsome and heroic. He usually wears white clothes like a chivalrous swordsman. But now, there is no trace of blood on his face, and his cheeks are deeply sunken. The original pair of seductive eyes could no longer see the expression, and when he looked at Song Jinshu, a tear fell down the corner of his eyes.

"I'm here to get the wedding dress today, and I can't stay for too long."

Yue Tongzhou's voice was hoarse, and when he lowered his head, Song Jinshu realized that there was a white cloth flower on the back of his head.

It is only worn by someone at a funeral at home.

"Drink some tea." Song Jinshu put the tea cup in Yue Tongzhou's hand, "Talk to me."

Yue Tongzhou lowered his head and took a sip, all the tears flowed into the cup, making the tea become Salty.

"I'm getting married tomorrow."

Yue Tongzhou put down the cup in his hand, and the bones on the back of his hand were clearly supported, so fragile that they seemed to be broken when squeezed.

Song Jinshu opened his mouth and didn't know what to say to comfort Yue Tongzhou, as if nothing would help him no matter what he said. For the first time, he hated himself for having a stupid mouth, and he couldn't even say comforting words.

But Yue Tongzhou doesn't need his consolation at all. He has been locked at home by his father these days. How ruthless his father used to dote on him is now. He finally found the opportunity to sneak out, just for the wedding dress he made.

"I have known Song Lang for a long time, or through the second master." Yue Tongzhou recalled the past, with a rare smile on his face, "He is a student from a poor family, and he has known people well, and I am in love with him. Yue, just waiting for his high school entrance exam to come to hire my father."

"But who would have thought that my father would marry me to Lord Shang Shu for the sake of his illusory power. My mother was his first wife, and after his death, my father has been He will do whatever I want to satisfy me. But this time I am just asking for a good family, and he is not willing to give it to me."

Yue Tongzhou said, covering his face and crying. Let out bursts of crying.

"It doesn't matter if you don't agree, but he used the excuse that Song Lang went to his house to propose a marriage and lost his face, and found someone... to find someone to kill him..."

Yue Tongzhou couldn't help crying, his thin shoulders could not stop shaking, and he was very sad. Like a fog, it gradually thickened in the air, overwhelming everyone.

Song Jinshu stared at Yue Tongzhou in a daze. He never thought that parents would be so cruel to their children. He raised his hand and patted Yue Tongzhou's shoulder lightly, and turned to hug the person in his arms.

It was only after this hug that it was discovered that Yue Tongzhou was so thin that only bones were left.

This is what Yan Cheng saw when he brought the clothes in. He put the bright red wedding dress on the table and quickly left the room.

It's not good for him to stay in there for long.

Unexpectedly, Yue Tongzhou looked like a flashback after seeing the wedding dress, wiped away the tears on his face and picked up the wedding dress, smiled and looked at Song Jinshu, "This wedding dress was originally intended to be worn when we were married. , I'll show you how to wear it."

The fabric of the wedding dress was made of the softest silk, and the hand felt like it was touching the gurgling water. The skirt was embroidered with a phoenix about to fly with gold thread, and the neckline was embroidered with gold thread. There are patterns that symbolize many children and auspicious meanings, the sleeves are designed with piping, and the solid color girdle shows Yue Tongzhou's figure vividly and vividly.

He took the skirt and turned it around, like a red peony in full bloom, and even the air was stained with a festive smell.

Although Yue Tongzhou did not wear Fendai, he was still breathtakingly beautiful.

The cinnabar mole on the bridge of the nose between the eyebrows is the most beautiful embellishment.

"Does it look good?" Yue Tongzhou stopped and asked him, with the last sunset of the day in his eyes, so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"It's beautiful."

"It's a pity that he can't see him anymore."

The look in his eyes was fleeting, and he lowered his head and carefully arranged the hem of the skirt that he had messed up, and big tears fell on the ground.

Song Jinshu had no choice but to sit by the window with him silently, watching the last light disappear from the sky.

"It's time for me to go back, Jinshu."

Yue Tongzhou held the sandalwood box in his arms, which contained the wedding clothes he couldn't put down.

Song Jinshu seemed to notice something, and hurriedly took a step forward and grabbed Yue Tongzhou's sleeve, and asked, "After getting married, you, you, are you still here to find me?"

Yue Tongzhou turned his head and gave him a deep look, Song Jinshu couldn't understand the meaning in it, but felt that there was too much sadness in that look.

He shook his head gently, squeezed Song Jinshu's palm and said, " No."

"Oh." Song Jinshu let go, watching Yue Tongzhou get on his horse, and his thin back disappeared on the street in Youdu.

Yan Cheng knew that Song Jinshu was uncomfortable, and stood with him at the door of the store until he could no longer see Yue Tongzhou, then he put his arms around Song Jinshu's shoulder and returned to the store.

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That night, Song Jinshu was so obsessed with what he did that he accidentally cut his finger while cooking at night.

The blood slid down the slender fingers, dripped on the ground, and splashed all around, like a peony that was smashed by someone, dripping with juice. Song Jinshu pressed the wound tightly, as if feeling no pain.

"You are sincere to make me feel bad!" Yan Cheng carefully smeared the golden sore medicine on Song Jinshu's wound, afraid that he would feel the pain, so he lowered his head and blew on the wound, and wrapped it carefully with gauze, "Whh, it doesn't hurt. That's it."

Song Jinshu pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, "No, it doesn't hurt."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a thunderstorm outside the window, silver-white lightning pierced the night sky, followed by the majestic rain, and the wind blew the trees in the yard. Bend the branches.

Song Jinshu stared blankly at the shaking candle on the wooden table, and a tear fell without warning.