Chapter 31 Old place

Qingzhu stood there in a daze. In their ears were the endless words of the two little girls. They tried their best to praise Mr. Zheng, and they were familiar with the meat in her heart like knives.

I don't know how long it took, and finally measured the size, and the little girl stopped chirping. She stepped on the snow to find plums and helped Qingzhu wear it, and helped her to sit in the hall outside. Zheng Wen was still carefully choosing the style, and Qingzhu still sat stupidly, motionless like a statue. The boss's eyes were sharp, and he hurriedly ordered someone to pour a cup of honeydew and brought it over in person.

"Miss, you must be exhausted after tossing all morning. Take a break for a while and drink some honey dew to moisten your throat," the boss handed over the porcelain cup in his hand with a smile. "What's the difference between our honeydew and the Prime Minister's mansion?"

Qingzhu nodded with a smile and took a sip of what the boss sent. "It's good. It tastes very sweet." To be honest, this dew is a little too sweet and not suitable for our taste, but we can't help but praise people without smiling faces.

As soon as the boss heard it, the old face, which was originally folded, immediately opened **, "It's good to like it. Miss is a master of dew, and I can get your praise. I can't sleep tonight."

Qingzhu heard the second monk and couldn't figure it out, "How did the boss know me?"

The boss bowed respectfully and had a very pious attitude. "I haven't seen him for a long time. Let's meet for the first time!" General Zheng will mention you every time he comes. I remember the last time he drank the honeydew here, he only said that the taste was not as good as your blend. He said that you are an experts in this field and are the best at seasoning and health care. He also said that the food in our store is too sweet and greasy, and even half of your craftsmanship is not as good as yours!"

another thorn. Inserting into her heart, because of numbness, she no longer knew the pain. She just listened quietly, and a bitter smile appeared on her face. "The boss is really powerful. What else does he know so much about me? You might as well say it today, and I will listen to it."

"The old man doesn't know anything about the girl's family. All he knows is that you are the niece of Mrs. Chen. He grew up with General Zheng. His relationship has always been very good. He focuses on blue and likes snow." The boss is even more proud at this moment and secretly said that his flatter skills are first-class. It seems that the big customer in front of him is firmly tied. "However, Miss should not sulk with General Zheng. In fact, this silver-blue satin material was specially ordered from Nanqi for you in the first few months. Later, it may be because the general had a quarrel with you and somehow never came to the store again. I sent a friend to send several messages to the general and told him that the material ordered had been When the goods arrive, let him come and have a look. Are you satisfied? But the general gave the man ten times the fixed money and told me to burn the silver blue. I thought that the general must be angry with you. After a while, he may be able to make up again as before, so I ordered people to take good care of the material. Look, if it hadn't been for the old man's foresight, how could Miss have such a good cloth for clothes today? He showed off very complacently, as if he were asking for credit. He wanted to brag himself again with Qingzhu, but he heard Zheng Wen's words not far away.

"Boss, that's the style!" Zheng Wen turned over a book as thick as a dictionary, read almost every one, and finally made up his mind, "I want it - green mountains and white snow."

Green mountains and white snow? It seems that the boss's words are true at all. He really likes snow, because this is the woman's name.

The boss hurried over, looked at the pattern in the drawing paper, curled his lips and said, "General Zheng, are you sure you want it like this? Qingshan Baixue is on the blue skirt, embroidered with pieces of white snow, and the pattern is fresh and beautiful. But it's too plain and doesn't seem to be suitable for a young girl like a young lady. The boss's words are very reasonable and loyal. Although the businessman is cunning, he is an apnomer after all, and can't watch the rich man abuse such a good thing.

"Real?" Zheng Wen frowned deeply and thought, "I don't feel it at all?"

"That's because of your preference for snow," the boss looked back at Qingzhu and didn't forget to communicate with his eyes. How can I guess right? "If you don't believe it, ask the young lady what you mean?"

"Qingzhu, what do you think of this?" Only then did Zheng Wen think of Qingzhu. He originally chose clothes for her, but he made his own decision and didn't ask the parties for their opinions.

Strongly suppress the anger in the bottom of your heart and try to keep your face calm. "The boss is right. I hate this pattern. It's too plain and vulgar."

Her words surprised the two men beside her. If they didn't like it, they didn't like it. They didn't need to say that they hated them. They looked like a bitter hatred, and they gritted their teeth and spoke like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"I'm too arbitrary," Zheng Wen didn't want to get along with her. He had a big man's temper, but she felt ashamed and was afraid of making her angry instead of arguing. "What kind of embroidery does Qingzhu want? Come and look at the picture book by yourself!"

"You don't need to look at it, just embroider green bamboo. I like bamboo the most. Bamboo is a festival, and the festival is a believer. It's like a grain. It's better not to bend. No matter how you look at it, it's much better than breaking the white snow."

How did the two of them hear what she meant? They looked at each other, didn't understand, and didn't say anything.

In the end, the boss said first, "Miss, the embroidered green bamboo on the blue brocade, the color is too close and doesn't seem to match well. Why don't you change it..." The boss didn't dare to say anything more seriously. The person in front of him is General Zheng's heart. He didn't say anything, and he didn't say much himself, but if he really follows her If you want to do it, such ugly clothes come from Si Xiuxuan, which is not good to hear, and you are afraid of smashing your own signboard.

"Hmm!" A woman nodded with approval and agreed, "Then listen to the boss's advice, change it, and replace the material with white."

"Ah?" The boss didn't expect that what they wanted to change was not the pattern, but the fabric. "It doesn't seem to be very good!" This is what General Zheng ordered from Nanqi at a large price, one taels of silver and one foot. Don't blind the general's heart in vain.

"What the boss said is reasonable. I really can't blind General Zheng's feelings. This silver blue is left for his favorite. I, an ordinary woman, can't afford this kind of good satin. I want white, pure and simple, clean and peaceful, which is many times better than the thief's blue!"

No matter how rigid Zheng Wen is, he can see that he is playing tricks! The boss is old, the businessman is shrewd, and has understood it. The young lady and the general have a conflict again. He quickly looked at a man with his eyes for help and asked for his answer. He must not offend the young lady and could not provoke the general.

"In this case, let's do as Qingzhu said!" After all, it's better to order clothes for her and satisfy her.

"Yes, yes!" The boss nodded quickly, and there was no leisure under his feet. He walked out as he spoke. If he stayed, he didn't know what kind of moth this strange little beauty would come out!

In the afternoon, Qingzhu picked and selected several pieces of clothes in the embroidery workshop. There were various colors and styles, but there was no blue and no snowflakes. She also chose a light blue dress for Mrs. Rou. Finally, she moved to the carriage and looked at the fruits of victory she purchased today. It doesn't feel like anything. Humph, I actually regard me as the shadow of Yin Muxue! She doesn't love beauty. She didn't want to spend so much money, but she was angry when she thought about it. Maybe she would feel better after hitting him.

The carriage drove back to the Prime Minister's mansion. Along the way, Qingzhu kept looking at the clothes in front of him in a daze without saying a word. Zheng Wen was also very uncomfortable when he saw her like this. I wanted to talk to her, but I didn't know what to say, and I was afraid that the words would be counterproductive, so I had to stare at her silently. My eyes were full of tenderness, like a pool of lake and ripples.

In a blink of an eye, Qingzhu picked up a man with a sharp skirt and got off the carriage and continued to walk forward without waiting. Seeing this, Zheng Wen hurriedly picked up everything and caught up with him. The two large and small figures in the yard were one after the other, the front was angry and the fighting spirit was high, and the people behind them lowered their heads and sighed at a loss.

Qingzhu accelerated his pace when he passed a towering ancient tree and wanted to force Zheng Wen to catch up quickly in this way. Unexpectedly, the footsteps that were not far away suddenly disappeared, and he stopped without keeping up. She walked forward for a while but still didn't hear his voice, so she stopped and turned her head to look back.

I saw that Zheng Wen stood under a willow tree at this moment, looking at the trunk quietly and in a daze. His eyes were full of pain and sadness. Seeing the man like this, his heart immediately softened. Was it because he was deliberately indifferent and had a cold war with him that made him sad?

He came back and stood at his feet. Along his sight, he saw a place without bark on the trunk, carved with a heart-shaped pattern. Because over the years, some small tree branches grew in that place, and it was difficult to find traces of carvings without looking carefully.

"What are you looking at, Zheng Wen?" Behind him is the voice of a woman's question.

Zheng Wen suddenly recovered from his painful memories, looked back and saw two doubtful pupils, and said stiffly, "I...no, I didn't see anything..." The original missing and melancholy in his eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by nervousness and chaos. He didn't want her to see his situation, let alone annoyed her.

His panic fell in her eyes, looking at the century-old tree towering into the blue sky in front of her, a fragment flashed in her mind: a boy was scolded and bullied by others under the tree, and a girl rushed out to protect him in front of the crowd... From then on, this was the place where they had made an appointment until she married someone else and left him alone. The lonely and sad shadow is full of lovesickness.

It turns out that this is the old place where they meet.