Chapter 114 If life turns into an accident, it will always be the same...
"It's important to get to know someone. How about the ancients saying 'birds of a feather flock together'? More importantly, what did you do after you met someone? What did you do, Miss Pang, after you met Han Chengli?"
Mu Tian looked at Pang Liying with sharp eyes.
The corners of Pang Liying's pretty face moved, her shoulders moved toward the middle, her almond-shaped eyes slightly lowered, and she stared at a pair of brocade embroidered shoes under the pink satin skirt.
Lan Xiang, who didn't know when she went out or how she came in, placed the tea cup in front of Pang Liying, brought another one to Mu Tian, placed it in front of her, took the empty tray, and quietly went down.
There was silence in the room, and silence is the best companion for memories.
Pang Liying's eyes were still on the pair of embroidered shoes, because they were given by the elegant, talented and wealthy Mr. Han.
They made a private commitment for life.
In Haizidang, if a young man gives a woman embroidered shoes without going through a matchmaker, and the woman accepts them, there will be a story in the shoes.
A serious person would just find a matchmaker to come to the house to make peace, then come down, make the horoscopes, check the date, pay the betrothal gift, prepare the dowry, check the date, worship heaven and earth before entering the bridal chamber.
This can take as little as three months and as much as half a year.
Except for those who run with the ball, this process may be completed within three or two days.
However, this is easy to be criticized. More importantly, most of these simplified versions of marriages do not last long and are not happy at all. Either you divorce me or I divorce you. The original life story will probably be fulfilled.
Accidents in life. Or a piece of cake.
At the fishing boat show two years ago, Pang Liying was the most beautiful woman and won the title of courtesan. It caused a sensation and cheered for them to discover such a beauty. At that time, newspapers as far away as Shanghai also reported on it, although it was not of sufficient length.
It's big, but it's enough to make people all over the country excited.
The most exciting thing is Han Chengli, the handsome, well-spoken, talented and wealthy young master who serves as the gold medal host of the fishing boat singing evening.
For a time, flowers, jewelry, rouge and gouache, fashion bags, and cars poured into Peng Liying's embroidery house. Soon she had this pair of brocade embroidered shoes. Later, she climbed into the embroidery house from the ladder at night.
Man, he also carries hibiscus ointment.
There are no servants to look after the house or courtyard in Pangzhai, not even a watchman.
Everything was done in vast silence.
In addition to the ups and downs in the embroidery building, the mandarin ducks are upside down.
Silence is still silence. The beauty of silence sometimes breeds sin.
Peng Liying's subtle sigh was caught by Mu Tian, "Do you have a good relationship with your mother-in-law? Has she happened upon your good deeds? And in her son's new house?" Mu Tian asked a series of questions in order not to let her go.
Does Pang Liying have any time to think?
"Please don't mention my mother-in-law to me. She is a good person. But now everything is over and I have nothing to do with anyone." After Pang Liying recovered her thoughts, because of her mother-in-law, she suddenly returned to her violent, perverse and cynical style.
Attitude.
Mu Tian was thinking about the implication of "everything is over".
"You don't have to ask my mother-in-law anymore. She won't testify for you because she doesn't want her son to suffer huge humiliation after his death."
"Did you bring this humiliation to him? Miss Pang?"
"Do you think it is meaningful to say this now? Because she is still facing greater humiliation from her family!" Pang Liying raised her voice, stood up with a bang, and reached out to push open the carved window.
Is it stuffy in this room?
You have to admit that her body is graceful, everything is just right, even the pink cheongsam with low collar and high slit is so appropriate. There is a deep unrestrainedness in her restraint. It will make people's hearts swell and make them unable to control themselves.
Mu Tian suddenly thought of Yu Delin, the body lying in the ice cellar, and couldn't help but shuddered, "Where is Yu Delin? Your husband, how did you kill him?"
Pang Liying, who had her back to Mu Tian and was holding on to the window sill, shook her shoulders and turned around slowly. The skylight outside reflected the skylight on her lower collar, and there was a deep shadow.
"Didn't you go see him? Mr. Mu is a great detective from a big city. Can I hide this little thing from you, Mu Tian, Mr. Mu?"
She can still smile?
What a strong psychological quality this is!
"Ma Lecao, how much do you know, Miss?"
"There is a tidal flat on Partridge Island. It is covered with this kind of grass. It grows among the weeds. The stems are light red and bloom with small blue flowers, like the midnight starry sky. It is deep and beautiful. Mr. Mu did not notice it.
Is the color of midnight actually blue?”
"Miss, are you talking about flowers?"
"What do you think I'm talking about? Horses, people? But no horses have ever stepped into that tidal flat."
"Miss, do you think Yu Delin has gone astray?"
"Did I say it? He is my deceased husband. I am still in mourning. Do I like to talk about dead people? Mr. Mu is young, but he is also scheming. He should know that 'the dead are the most important'. Besides, he is also a good person.
, it’s just that there are some hurdles that he can’t get over.”
Is feeling sad also a kind of regret and reflection?
In fact, although Peng Liying was bold and unrestrained at heart, since the prince had betrothed herself to Yu Delin, whom she did not understand, let alone love, she decided to change her ways and devote herself to her husband all her life.
However, things often do not play out according to the script.
Yu Delin married a bride, but found out that she was an old person!
It was like a thunder exploding in front of my eyes.
People are stupid, and then they are furious.
This was a hurdle that was difficult for any man to overcome at that time. It was a mountain on a man's back, or a huge boulder on his shoulders.
Yu Delin was an honest and honest boy. He buried his hatred in his heart, and the next day he left a white silk handkerchief stained with chicken blood to dry in the yard.
However, at that time, as soon as the peak was over, he frantically asked the same question "Who is it?" He also sought the answer in the deep blue night sky, but he did not get it.
So, he vented his hatred on the body of this "old man" and ravaged her crazily. Every bite made her heartbroken, and made her relive and miss the tenderness, excitement and happiness of the past again and again.
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At first, she kept it hidden. The scar in a fascinating place turned into a stimulant for those who "create old people", and also gave birth to her deepest attachment.
Everything can remain unchanged, because the person who turned Pang Liying into an old person promised to marry her. Although it is far away, a promise is better than nothing. In this way, there is hope for life. Even if this hope is extravagant.
Until Yu Delin found hibiscus cream in a powder box in Yu Deqin's room.
So, he died, in a soundless sleep.
Is that really a deep sleep?
"Are Miss Pang familiar with your sister-in-law Yu Deqin?" Mu Tian asked in a deep voice, looking at Pang Liying's pretty face that was still pale and uncertain.
Pang Liying's arm supporting the table shook, causing the vase on the table to overturn. Water spilled on the table, soaking the books on it. And the book "Unrequited" by Xia Qiuyan was completely drenched in water.
Mu Tian did not deal with the wet book, only stared at Pang Liying.
Although her plump but still delicate arms could not support her swaying body, Peng Liying suddenly fell down on the chair and started sobbing.