Author: Orange Gaogao

The day was coming to an end and night was falling. On the platform on the second floor of the medical center, An Shuyue was leaning on the wooden table, silently writing prescriptions while looking out at the street scene from time to time.

Unlike in the past when the stall was about to be closed down, there was still an endless stream of villagers on the street downstairs. The rows of rooftops were covered with lanterns, and the lights of thousands of houses were gradually lighting up.

"Sister, if you don't pay attention, you will be punished by your mother for copying again soon." An Yuce, who was sitting at the side and writing with a pen, reminded him kindly.

"Today is the Lantern Festival. Who wants to stay in the house and endorse the book?" An Shuyue twisted her body and endured it for a long time. Finally, she threw away the pen and lay down directly on the platform beside the wooden fence and started shouting, "Brother.

, let’s go out and play.”

The tip of the pen filled with ink made the last stroke. An Yuce let out a long breath and sat down quietly. Just as he was about to give some words of advice, he saw a figure at the door from the corner of his eye.

"An Shuyue! You're lazy again!"

"Mom, I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong!"

White fingers lifted An Shuyue's ears, and the woman's cooing and the child's begging sounds sounded at the same time.

"This is a life-saving recipe!" An Xiaoxiao looked at the messy rice paper on the table, and glanced at An Yuce who was sitting obediently next to him. His tone became even more hateful that iron cannot become steel, and the hands that pinched his ears tightened again.

After a few minutes, he said, “Write it down and it will be of great use to you in the future.”

"It hurts! Mother!" An Shuyue took a breath, carefully grabbed An Xiaoxiao's sleeve, and said coquettishly: "My mother is here, what are you afraid of?"

Mother is not omnipotent. An Xiaoxiao looked at An Shuyue, whose face was red from suppressing the pain, with a complicated expression. She sighed helplessly and let go of her hand, "Go down and wash your face first, and then we can go together when Aunt Rong comes."

"ah?"

"Ah, what? We're not going to the Lantern Festival!" An Xiaoxiao saw the two little ones didn't respond, raised her eyebrows and said, "Or do you not want to go? Do you want to stay here and copy books?"

"Go, go!" An Shuyue was stunned for a moment, and shouted, "Mom, it's the best." She pulled An Yuce and ran down. Her anxious look made An Xiaoxiao frown, "Slow down.

, don’t fall!"

Today is the annual Lantern Festival in Daoxiang Village. An Xiaoxiao and her two little ones are waiting for Rong Niang to come in front of the hospital. An Shuyue holds An Xiaoxiao's hand and listens to the noise coming from the market in front of the Confucius Temple.

The voice was full of anxiety, and even An Yuce, who had always been calm, began to glance outside the door uncontrollably.

"Auntie, you have to go out." A familiar shout suddenly came from beside her. An Xiaoxiao turned her head and saw Dawu holding the medicine basket and Rong Niang standing beside him, his eyes filled with surprise and joy.

"We happened to come back when Da Wu was collecting herbs, so we came together." Rong Niang held the ends of her hair on her temples and coughed a few times.

Since the last trouble in the medical clinic, An Xiaoxiao had a unilateral cold war with Da Wu and began to avoid him intentionally or unintentionally. She glanced at Da Wu, hummed coldly, and was about to take the two little ones and leave.

Thinking of An Shuyue suddenly breaking away from her hand, she rushed towards Dawu: "Uncle Dawu, come together!"

"Uncle Dawu, let's go play together during the Lantern Festival today!" An Shuyue deliberately ignored the threat in An Xiaoxiao's eyes and focused on Dawu.

"Today is also a rare day. It's good for the whole family to go shopping."

Seeing that Rong Niang also came out to smooth things over, An Xiaoxiao couldn't say anything more, so he glared at An Shuyue who secretly stuck out his tongue, and walked forward in silence.

"Auntie, wait for me." Dawu smiled broadly when he saw An Xiaoxiao relaxed. He quickly put down the medicine basket and chased after her.

A row of large lanterns was lit on the roadside east of the village entrance, and various lights reflected each other on the street. Various stalls were set up on both sides of the road leading to the Confucius Temple, and a series of small colorful lanterns were hung on the stalls.

The lights were brightly lit. An Xiaoxiao was walking through the market, watching all kinds of people running and busy on the street, bustling with people and full of life.

"Don't look, we have something to talk about." The two little ones had already dragged Rong Niang away and ran away crazy. Only Dawu was left silently following An Xiaoxiao. She watched as she walked, her eyes watching.

A wooden hairpin, I picked it up, looked at it, and put it down again.

Da Wu, who was caught, was not shy at all. He just scratched his head shyly and looked around. After holding it in for a long time, he seemed to muster up the courage and said, "Auntie, are you angry with me?"

"No." An Xiaoxiao spoke concisely. She tilted her head and thought for a while before saying, "You don't belong here."

On the day of the riot in the medical clinic, she could not avoid such a short distance with her skills, but Da Wu was still able to block the knife for her. How could such a reaction be expected of an ordinary country man?

The stern and gloomy eyes that day overlapped with the bright eyes that were always looking at her in front of her, and An Xiaoxiao was dazed for a moment.

"You can leave as soon as you are well." The market in the village is not big, and the two of them have already seen each other after walking for a while. An Xiaoxiao stopped at the intersection and said in an indifferent tone: "I'm here

I can’t keep you.”

The man who was still smiling suddenly stopped. He scrunched up his neck with a look of confusion on his face. An Xiaoxiao made up her mind and walked back alone without waiting for him.

She was about to reach her yard, and the two little ones were probably still playing wildly with Rong Niang at the market. She lowered her head and thought about whether she should just go back to the hospital to prepare the medicine for tomorrow morning.

"Auntie! Auntie!" A hurried gasp came from behind. An Xiaoxiao turned around in shock and saw Dawu chasing after him with his hands clenched tightly and covered with sweat.

"This, it looks good!" Dawu gasped, with a silly smile on his face, his palms spread out, and a hairpin lying in his palms.

The hairpin is completely black and I don't know what kind of wood it is made of. The head of the hairpin is carved into the shape of an auspicious cloud. The style is simple and simple.

That was the wooden hairpin that An Xiaoxiao had just put down at the market.

The man with crooked eyes and smile was still sweating on his nose. Seeing that An Xiaoxiao didn't reach out to pick it up, he just put the hairpin into her hand without any further entanglement, pushed open the wooden door next to the yard and went back to his house, "

Auntie, let’s see you tomorrow!”

The sound of Rong Niang and the two little ones playing together came from a distance. An Xiaoxiao stood in front of the courtyard door, quietly looking down at the wooden hairpin in his hand, and slowly closed his palms.

"Da Sha Mao."

"Brother Wu, oh! Where can I find such a good girl?"

There were few people in the medical clinic today, so An Xiaoxiao suddenly thought about it and bought two carps and went home early. Unexpectedly, she heard the chirping noises coming from the back room before she stepped through the door. She frowned slightly and slowed down her pace.

"Brother Dawu, please give me an accurate answer. I'm still waiting." An old woman in a bright red coat stood in the courtyard, waving her handkerchief with a happy face, her lips opening and closing rapidly, and her voice was so high that it made your ears buzz.

Sound.

"What's going on?" An Xiaoxiao walked in and saw Dawu cowering aside with a look of fear on his face. She looked at the old woman, feeling a little unhappy.

"Oh, this is Mrs. An." The old woman who was still spitting just now saw An Xiaoxiao. She rolled her eyes and moved her arms to grab her palm. An Xiaoxiao looked at her without moving her expression.

He took a step away and asked, "Who is this?"

"It's Aunt Hao from the east of the village, here to help Da Wu with matchmaking." Rong Niang, who was sitting nearby, sounded helpless. She stood up and turned her back to everyone, making several silent mouth gestures.

Very difficult to deal with.

Difficult? An aunt is difficult to deal with? An Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows. She deliberately did not look at the helpless Dawu and said loudly: "Which girl is interested in our Dawu?"

"It's Li Xiucai's family in the west of the village." Hao Auntie couldn't stop her joy in her voice, "That's a good family. His father is a scholar, and he has a house and a field. Chunhua has just passed the 26th this year, and the conditions are more than enough for Dawu."

"They also said that as long as Dawu agrees, no betrothal gift or anything else is required, and he can just live with his family. Where can I find such good luck?"

Li Xiucai in the west of the village was a widower, and his daughter was known as a shrew. She would beat and scold her father if anything went wrong. She did not dare to ask for such a blessing.

An Xiaoxiao sneered inwardly, but didn't show it on his face. He just made a long sound, turned to look at Dawu, and asked: "That sounds good, Dawu, what do you mean?"
Chapter completed!