In late spring, the sky is clear and the breeze is gentle in the countryside.
The endless stream of tourists embellished the green countryside with colorful colors. It was bustling and lively. Even the birds on the treetops were not afraid of the tourists and kept chirping happily. The atmosphere of spring was everywhere.
The scenery on Moshang was so beautiful that Ye Zhenzhen didn't want to stay in the car anymore. Cui Weizhen was okay with it, but he was just worried that she would not be able to climb the mountain due to lack of physical strength.
Ye Zhenzhen was not worried at all, and even said in a very squeamish way: "I can't go up, so you carry me again."
Cui Weizhen kept a straight face and said nothing.
"What? Don't you want to?"
Ye Zhenzhen complained first, pointed to the front and said: "Look at the big brother in front, he is carrying his wife up the mountain on his back!"
The corner of Cui Weizhen's mouth suddenly twitched, and his eyes became strange: "See more clearly."
But it's too late.
The eldest brother in front had already turned around and said with a blushing face: "Madam, the one on my back is my mother. She has poor legs and feet. I specially carried her up the mountain to burn incense today."
silence.
Awkward.
An atmosphere of confusion spread in the mountain road, and Cui Weizhen's low laughter seemed to be heard in her ears. Ye Zhenzhen blushed and was too embarrassed to look at him. It took her a long time to say one sentence to the elder brother: "...haha
, your mother looks quite young."
Isn't that right? This old lady already has such a big son. She is also slim and tall. She wears red and green clothes, and her hair is all black. From the back, she looks like a young woman.
The old lady on her son's back immediately smiled, and the wrinkles on her face stretched out: "Madam, you have a good sense. Old lady, I know my destiny. In my early years, my hair on the temples was already frosty white. Not long ago, Mrs. Jing Ningbo's national color rouge
The shop has a new hair dye, and my son bought me a jar. After applying it, my hair magically turned black. The old sisters in the neighborhood found it strange, and they bought it one after another."
Unexpectedly, the old woman was still his guest. Ye Zhenzhen became more and more polite and asked: "The products in Guose Rouge Shop are not cheap, right? Can you afford it, aunt?"
The clothes of the mother and son are not luxurious, they can only be considered to be wealthy, and the national-style things are not cheap. I don’t know what the other party thinks of them.
"The national color rouge and gouache is something that all the ladies in the palace are clamoring for, so it should be more expensive."
Far from being disgusted, the old woman said in a proud and happy tone: "I was reluctant to buy rouge and gouache at Guose before. It wasn't until my son went to buy hair dye last time that I realized that Jingzhong was elderly.
Women can get a 50% discount on hair dye, and they can also get a 20% discount on other rouge and gouache products.”
The eldest brother, who had been carrying my mother on his back, nodded and affirmed while breathing heavily: "Everyone says that Mrs. Jing Ningbo is a living Bodhisattva."
"Isn't it? There is no better girl in the world, Mrs. Jing Ningbo."
The old woman didn't know what she was thinking of. She suddenly patted her son's back excitedly and said indignantly: "It's a pity that there are always those shameless old pious women who have lost their conscience and rely on their old age to sell them. I don't know how many discounted rouge and gouache they bought and resold.
Oh! It’s a pity that Madam Uncle’s good intentions were all used up by the donkey’s liver and lungs!”
"Madam, please calm down, your son has been beaten so hard that he can't breathe."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she thought this lady was cute, and said with a smile: "Thank you for worrying about me. I am as old as anyone, Mrs. Jingning is considerate of the old man, and naturally she will not condone cunning people. You have this heart
