After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and stroked his chest. The hairpin that Du Zhiqing had just rejected was still placed in the middle of his chest pocket.
Seeing that Du Zhiqing's attitude towards him had changed a lot, he took out the hairpin again, handed it to Du Zhiqing, and said sincerely: "Sister Zhiqing, now that we have settled our differences, how about this hairpin?"
Just accept it, and just think of it as a little bit of my love for you."
Du Zhiqing bowed her head slightly and her eyes fell on the unique floral hairpin. Although the style of the hairpin suited her very much, she still didn't want to accept it.
Although I no longer dislike him that much, how could the previous incidents be completely resolved with just a hairpin like his?
She didn't want to let him get his wish. She, Du Zhiqing, a proud daughter of heaven, had never seen any good things. How could she be bribed with a hairpin?
Although she liked her a little bit, she still pushed her hand away, pretending to be disgusted: "When did I agree to settle the differences with you? Do you think that just with this hairpin of yours, all the excessive things you did before?"
The matter can be written off in one stroke, you think so beautifully!"
"Sister Zhiqing, I..." Mo Jianchen opened his mouth, wanting to explain something else.
However, Du Zhiqing gently curled her lips, threw Mo Jianchen away, and ran forward naughtily. After running away from him for a while, she turned back, narrowed her beautiful eyes, and gave him a naughty smile, "What do you want?
If you ask me to forgive you, it depends on your sincerity. I won't tell you anymore, I'm leaving!"
In front of her was Luozhutang, where she lived. After saying that, she turned her head and ran towards the yard without looking back.
"Hey..." Mo Jianchen wanted to stop her, but it was already too late.
When she took out the key and unlocked the door, she glanced back again. Seeing Mo Jianchen's stunned expression, she couldn't help but reveal a sly smile, then turned back, entered the door, and locked the door.
Up.
Mo Jianchen's hand holding the hairpin was still raised in the air and had not been put down, but when he saw her bright and pure look back at her with a smile, it was as soft as the warm sun breeze, melting his heart, and he watched her leave.
In the direction he was going, he couldn't help but reveal a heartwarming smile.
He finally retracted his hand, looked at the blue sky, took a breath, shook his head, and said with a slight smile: "She is really a quirky little girl!"
It was a dark night, stars were hanging in the night sky, a breeze blew by, and the thin willows in the courtyard were swaying, adding a layer of tranquility to the quiet Ya'an Hall.
Mo Jianchen sat alone on a chair in the courtyard, looking at the stars in the quiet night, and fell into deep contemplation.
After a while, he picked up the bronze mirror on the table again, looked at himself from side to side, and said to himself: "Are you okay? It should be almost okay. The swelling has indeed gone down a lot. This medicine really works.
, it seems that this time you little girl is really not teasing me."
"Oh!" He put the bronze mirror down again, stroking the hairpin that Du Zhiqing rejected in his hand, with a bit of disappointment in his eyes, and murmuring: "Tell me what you have been doing these days.
Luanxiang Pavilion is so big, why can't I touch you?"
"You don't want the hairpin that I spent so much effort to find for you. I came back to Luanxiang Pavilion this time just to meet you again, but I can't even see you, and I don't know what you think."
"What are you doing now? I don't know if you are practicing or playing. You know many more people here than me. You can't be as lonely as me. You will miss you as much as I do.
Do you miss me? It should be impossible..."
"Jian Chen." Little did he know that while he was holding the hairpin and talking to himself, his parents had already opened the courtyard door and entered the courtyard.
"Ah, Mom and Dad." He put his thoughts back and stood up.
Xue Wenru took two steps forward and asked him: "You kid, what are you mumbling about here by yourself?"
"Ah, it's nothing." Mo Jianchen shook his head, with a bit of frustration: "I just feel a little lonely and bored."
As he spoke, he lowered his head again and continued stroking the hairpin in his hand, "I haven't seen Zhiqing these days. She doesn't want the hairpin I finally prepared for her, and I don't know what she is doing..."
"I said to you, kid, what's wrong?" Seeing his normally idle son suddenly become so sentimental, Mo Beiya couldn't help but be surprised: "What's wrong with you today? My son also feels lonely and bored with his temperament."
, Gusu City is so big, it’s not big enough for you to see. Could it be that without Zhiqing, you don’t know how to live?”
Mo Jianchen was still fiddling with the hairpin in his hand, and the expression on his face did not change. He just curled his lips and said, "So what, I just want Du Zhiqing, but I just can't see her."
Seeing his lost look, Xue Wenru seemed to have seen something, and smiled knowingly: "You know Qing Qing every day, and you wish you could have known Qing on you. When you don't see Qing Qing, you are so lost."
Yes, you must have had some thoughts about Zhiqing, right?"
"Ah, I..." Hearing what his mother said, his heart couldn't help but tremble. Although he kept thinking about Zhiqing, he didn't think about it at this level.
It's just that the less I see her, the more I miss her. Over the past few days, all I can think about is her, but what can I think about her?
But that's just the way he is, the less he can get, the more he wants it. The more she refuses to agree to settle the feud with him, the more he wants to please her.
During those days in Yuji Mountain, what kind of beautiful woman had I not seen before? Why was it that such a naughty little girl caught my attention?
But he may have other thoughts about her, but he is just thinking about the friendship between his childhood sweethearts, and it probably occupies a heavier weight in his heart.
He just shook his head: "Mom, what are you talking about? She is such a little girl, what can I think about her? It's just that I haven't seen her in the past few days, so I miss her a little."
Mo Beiya suddenly remembered his son when he was young and couldn't help but joke, "Dad, I still remember you two when you were young. At that time, you were just starting to toddle and Zhiqing was still in the swaddling clothes of your Aunt Aqing. At that time, you said
I want Aunt Aqing to betroth Zhiqing to you as your wife."
"As expected, you have been thinking about Zhiqing since you were a baby. Now that you have grown into a young man, you still miss Zhiqing so much. Unexpectedly, my son is still a very affectionate person."
"Dad, what are you talking nonsense about?" Being teased by his father, Mo Jianchen couldn't help but sneered, "I never said anything like that, don't talk nonsense!"
"Your father is not talking nonsense. That is indeed what you said." Xue Wenru glanced at Mo Beiya and smiled: "My mother also remembers what happened at that time. It was the day of your grandma's fiftieth birthday.
, let’s talk to your aunt and uncle about who to betroth Zhi Qing to in the future.”
"At that time, you came over on your own initiative and told your Aunt Aqing that when you grow up, you want her to betroth Zhiqing to you as your wife. Your Aunt Aqing also agreed to it at that time."
"You two have grown up together as childhood sweethearts for so many years, and now you are adults. You are still thinking about her so much. Is it because you really want to marry her as your wife?"
"What, mother." Mo Jianchen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he mentioned those childhood memories. He lowered his head and murmured in a low voice: "I never said such things."
Xue Wenru smiled slightly: "Whether you admit it or not, it's all what you said. If you don't remember it, we will all remember it."
"Oh, okay, dad, mom, please stop teasing me." Mo Jianchen curled his lips and said, "Those are all childish words and countless actions."
He paused, then rubbed the hairpin in his hand, thinking of Du Zhiqing's voice and smile, and took a breath, "I don't know why the two of us were so good. We were always very good friends during those few years when we were young."
"I don't know why the reunion after we grew up was like this. It was completely different from before. It was like we got to know each other all over again. She had always been so indifferent to me. I finally bought the hairpin.
, She doesn’t want it either…”
"Alas..." He shook his head and sighed helplessly: "It's really difficult!"
"Hey, dad, mom!" He suddenly remembered something, raised his head, and immediately asked Mo Beiya and Xue Wenru: "I remember hearing you say when I was young, when dad and mom met, mom didn't like dad either.
.Later, my father gave my mother a bracelet, and my mother began to accept my father’s gift.”
"Dad, what did you do to get Mom to recognize you in the first place? Mom, why did you approve of Dad in the first place? How come I gave Zhiqing a hairpin, but she refused to recognize me?"
Mo Beiya and Xue Wenru looked at each other and smiled, as if they had read through their son's thoughts, "At first, your father and I gave your mother a bracelet, which tied your mother's heart. Later, we got together, and then your father and I married again.
I married your mother, and finally I got yours."
"So this bracelet can be regarded as a token of love between the two of us. If you use the past events of your parents to compare you and Zhiqing, could it be that you also want to use this hairpin as a betrothal gift and treat Zhiqing
Take it back?"
"Ah?" Hearing this, Mo Jianchen's eyes froze and he was startled.
He just wanted to ask his father what he did to prevent his mother from hating him, and asked his father to help him come up with ideas so that Zhiqing would no longer hate him. Why did he get involved in this again?
"Oh, no, no." He denied again and again: "I just want my parents to help me think of ideas, how can I make Zhiqing completely recognize me, accept my apology, and let the two of us go back to the way we were when we were children?
Looks like a good person."
"Even if a betrothal gift is really required, it will have to be ten large sedan chairs. How can one use such a hairpin as a betrothal gift? Where did you think of it?"
