Chapter 88: Not Dare to Compete with Hundred Flowers
Should or should not!
Do you have a choice?
After leaving Mrs. Lin's small courtyard, Ms. Lin Zhou walked alone on the path, blowing the cold wind, and had a lot of thoughts. She was neither stupid nor stupid, knowing that Mrs. Lin had already spoken, and that she
If you use emotion, reason and persuasion, there is absolutely no chance of her refusing.
Returning to the small courtyard, she avoided her son and the maid, walked into the small house exhausted, sat in front of the bronze mirror, and looked at herself carefully. After being married for so many years, the person in the mirror was extremely beautiful, but
She no longer had the tenderness and innocence she had when she was a girl. At the age of twenty, it was the time when the flowers were in full bloom, but she had to lower her head in this season, not daring to compete with the flowers, because she was the one who really had the right to appreciate her.
, has passed away.
Are you really willing to live a lifetime of sacrifice for your deceased husband?
Thinking of Lin Xiaozhi, Lin Zhou couldn't say that she didn't have any feelings for him, but if she said that the relationship between the two was deeper than the sea, she would be deceiving herself.
She insists that she observes the ritual because Lin Xiaozhi took off her hijab during the wedding night and took away her innocence. He was her man and also her destiny.
But now her elders are urging her to remarry, and her son's future is in jeopardy. Can she continue to keep this honor? Although she said she would think about it again before leaving, but behind the hypocritical words, the outcome has already been decided.
"Mother, mother, did you meet your second uncle when you just went out?" Just as she was thinking about it, Lin Tian opened the door and hurried in.
Second uncle?
In front of Mrs. Lin Zhou, a fair and handsome face suddenly flashed across her face. Thinking of Old Mrs. Lin's teasing words before, Mrs. Lin Zhou's face felt hot, and it was as red as a flame. She turned her head, not daring to talk to her.
The sons looked at each other and replied guiltily: "No...no, mother just went to see the old lady."
"Oh." Lin Tian slowed down, his face full of disappointment.
Mrs. Lin Zhou couldn't bear to see it. She hugged her son into her arms and asked with a complex expression: "Tian'er, do you really like your second uncle?"
"Yes, people say that my second uncle is a great talent. And every time he sees Tian'er, he will teach Tian'er how to read, read poems, and paint. Well, when he is free, he will also play with Tian'er."
Lin Tian opened his eyes wide, and while recalling the past, his little face was filled with yearning.
"Then...then if, mother means, if, if one day, mother will marry my second uncle, would you, would you like to call my second uncle father?" Mrs. Lin Zhou didn't know how much courage she mustered before speaking in front of her son.
After stammering, Lin Zhou had the urge to crawl into the ground again.
As a mother, she personally told her son that she was going to marry another man. Even though her son was still young, Lin Zhou's face was still ashamed and her brain was congested with blood at the same time, and there were signs of fainting.
Lin Tian was only four years old, so he didn't understand a lot. After hearing this, he couldn't understand the difference between his second uncle and his father, so he asked: "If Tian'er agrees to call his second uncle father, will his second uncle often come to play with Tian'er?"
Woolen cloth?"
Mrs. Lin Zhou knew that her remarriage was a certainty, so she told a white lie, "Well, if you are willing to call your second uncle father, your second uncle will come and play with you when he is free."
"Okay, Tian'er is willing, mother, Tian'er really likes to play with his second uncle." Lin Tian broke out from his mother's arms, clapped his hands, and answered with a loud smile.
Seeing her son smiling happily, Mrs. Lin Zhou suddenly felt sour in her heart, and hugged her son into her arms again, "Tian'er, mother will treat you as well as before, no, even better than before."
Lin Tian was young and laughed for a while before falling into a deep sleep. Lin Zhou held her son in her arms and carefully placed him on the bed. He took off his shoes carefully, then pulled the quilt and helped him gently.
Covering her body, she stared at the childish face of her son who was sleeping soundly, and she remained silent for a long time.
In a short time, the son will be replaced by his father, which makes Lin Zhou feel an unspeakable sorrow in her heart. The only thing she is thankful for is that Lin Jingzhi has always liked this nephew. She thinks that after she marries him, how will Lin Jingzhi treat him?
My son will be better off.
Standing up slowly, Mrs. Lin Zhou walked from the bed to the bronze mirror. She raised her hand and slowly took off the woman's bun on her head, letting her black and bright green hair fall like a waterfall.
The white chrysanthemum hanging on the shoulders and leaning against the left ear fell to the ground at some point, and then drops of clear tears fell down and splashed on the petals.
Mrs. Lin was right, the deceased was gone, and the living must continue to live. While Lin Zhou accepted his fate, he thought of that handsome face, which always had a gentle smile...
During dinner in the evening, Lin Zhou and Lin Jingzhi were sitting across from each other, looking very awkward. One was embarrassed and didn't know how to deal with it, while the other had a pretty face with a red face and lowered her head, not even daring to raise her head.
Mrs. Lin didn't expose the matter tonight, but Tang Yuxiang saw that something was wrong. Her eyes turned around the two of them, puzzled. She had seen Lin Jingzhi look at Lin Zhou in confusion before, but
After coming back to his senses, he regained his composure, but today Lin Jingzhi was obviously a little irritable and couldn't seem to sit still.
Moreover, she always felt that Mrs. Lin Zhou was dressed strangely today, as if something was wrong, but she couldn't find what the problem was.
After finally having dinner, Lin Jingzhi couldn't wait to leave, but Mrs. Lin refused to let him do so. After using words to keep him here, she insisted on discussing tomorrow's trip with him. Mrs. Lin Zhou
She also wanted to leave, but also failed. While chatting, Mrs. Lin looked at the two of them, smiling kindly.
"Guifang, don't you see that Jingzhi is thirsty? Why don't you go and get him a cup of tea?" Mrs. Lin chatted with her grandson for a while, and then suddenly gave instructions to Mrs. Lin Zhou. Mrs. Lin's face turned red upon hearing this.
, first glanced at Tang Yuxiang in the dark, who was full of doubts, then lowered his head and walked to Lin Jingzhi's side with broken steps.
Before anyone arrived, a faint fragrance had already rushed into Lin Jingzhi's nose. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable as soon as he smelled this strange and unique body fragrance. Lin Zhou picked up the teapot and poured it for him carefully.
I got a cup of tea and whispered, "Second Master, the tea is still a little hot. Please drink it slowly."
Lin Jingzhi was a little dizzy because of Lin Zhou's pair of snow-white catkins that were so close at hand. He just nodded his head without hearing what the other person was saying. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and then stood under the gaze of everyone.
Then he spurted it out in a big mouthful, "Pfft! It burned me to death!"
Although Lin Zhou was close, it was too late to stop him. Seeing this, he quickly took out the brocade handkerchief in his arms and helped him wipe away the tea stains on his body and mouth.
"Second Master, I told you that the tea is a bit hot, why are you still drinking it so fast?"
After being scalded by the water, Lin Jingzhi came to his senses completely. He opened his mouth and fanned his tongue with his hand, his face flushed.
This time, he was really embarrassed in front of Mrs. Lin Zhou, but after taking an inadvertent glance, he suddenly discovered that today, Mrs. Lin Zhou's ear was missing a white flower that could make people look pretty.
chrysanthemum.
Could it be that the old lady has already had a showdown with Lin Zhou?
Lin Jingzhi felt even more embarrassed when he thought of this. He took two sips of the cold tea that Tang Yuxiang hadn't drank for a long time, and then he couldn't stand the attention of everyone anymore and ran away. Tang Yuxiang was curious and resigned.
Chased out.
After Mrs. Lin Zhou also hurriedly left with a blushing face, Liu Xiang helped Old Mrs. Lin up and said with a smile: "Old lady, from my slave's point of view, there seems to be a relationship between the Second Master and Grandma Fang.
It’s really a bit unclear.”
"Hey, you little liar, you dare to make fun of your master. Are you feeling young too? Do you want me to find you a decent family to marry as soon as possible?" Mrs. Lin laughed softly after hearing this.
Liu Xiang's face turned red and she quickly shook her head in denial.
Listening to Tang Yuxiang's hurried footsteps behind him, Lin Jingzhi felt guilty, fearing that she would suddenly scream and tell him to stop and lower his head. He just kept on walking, returned to the small courtyard and went straight into the inner room, whereupon he quickly took off his clothes.
I took off my coat and slept on the recliner.
When Tang Yuxiang returned to the hut, she saw that Lin Jingzhi had closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep. Although she was curious about why this man was acting strange today, she didn't insist on asking for details, and the days when the two got along were
It's still growing. If I can't ask today, it will be the same if I ask tomorrow.
After squinting his eyelids, only a thin slit was left. When he saw his beloved wife hesitated and then got on the bed, Lin Jingzhi breathed a long sigh of relief. To be honest, he really didn't know how to explain this matter to Tang Yuxiang.
Lin Zhou was the sister-in-law of the late Lin Jingzhi. How could he marry her? Although this woman was very charming and had the unique charm of a charming mature woman, a moral gap blocked her.
After thinking about it among people, Lin Jingzhi felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart, so Mr. Lin, as expected, had insomnia tonight.
Insomnia returned to insomnia. The next morning, Lin Jingzhi got up early and went straight to Aunt Yu's small courtyard. When he came to the courtyard, Aunt Yu was wearing black clothes and was practicing boxing as usual. When she saw him approaching,
When you come in, you have to look for the branch wrapped in cotton cloth. You look calm and walk calmly, as if there was no conflict between the two last time.
Today, not only will Zheng Jianqiu be a guest in the mansion again, but Lin Jingzhi will also have to visit the Zheng mansion. Although Luocheng and Jiancheng are not very far apart, they are at least more than 40 kilometers away, whether by horseback or carriage.
It will consume a lot of physical strength, so I can't bear today's beating.
Hearing that Lin Jingzhi said that he had to go on a long trip today for important matters, Aunt Yu paused, turned around, and said coldly: "Since I have important matters to attend to, I won't be squatting today. Come here and run with me in the small courtyard."
A few laps."
After Aunt Yu finished speaking, she started running around the small courtyard. Lin Jingzhi rolled up his sleeves when he saw this, and then followed. However, after running a few steps, he suddenly remembered the last time Aunt Yu taught Zheng Jianqiu's guard a lesson.
Having used the secret technique of sound transmission from thousands of miles, a strong curiosity arose in my heart, and I sped up a few times.
Bu ran side by side with Aunt Yu. He didn't care whether Aunt Yu would be angry with him because he kissed her forcefully last time, so he took the initiative and asked: "Yu'er, last time in the hall, you took action to teach that naughty slave a lesson."
Before, I was the only one who could hear what was said. Is this skill called Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission?"
Aunt Yu froze, and her eyebrows wrinkled tightly!dd