From yourself to others.
He Xianjin was the same kind of person as her, helpless and dependent on others, so she privately decided to keep the matter secret.
I selfishly thought that it was just a coincidence. Should I really let that girl get involved in a life-and-death lawsuit because of unfounded speculation?
now...
now...
Now the speculation has come true!
Even if these two have no beginning or end, Erlang's attitude towards He Xianjin can definitely not be said to be naive!
Aunt Qu was so confused that she didn't know what to do!
explain?
Still not telling?
If she told him, what would happen to He Xianjin? She would never have a good ending! Being hastily married off by Madam Qu was the best ending!
If you don't say...
Second Aunt Qu hesitantly raised her eyes to look at Old Madam Qu, her eyes flashing with compassion... Erlang, how could you hide this from your grandmother who loved him wholeheartedly!
"Sit down! Are you really the one in the wrong place?" When Old Madam Qu spoke to Second Aunt Qu, her voice would unconsciously carry a hint of country dialect.
Aunt Qu sat down as she was told, feeling very uncomfortable.
Seeing her niece looking distraught, Old Lady Qu simply bent down, took off her niece's shoes and socks, and placed them on a copper fumigation box filled with dried mugwort.
Aunt Qu looked at the moxa broken into small pieces in the fumigation box, then looked at the patched homely clothes on the old lady, and her nose suddenly felt sour.
"...Why don't you just buy some moxa for fumigation? Does our Chen family still need the money?"
Old Madam Qu looked at Second Aunt Qu in surprise and smiled, her thin cheekbones unable to support two taels of flesh, "What's the difference between the strips and the scraps? The effects are the same!"
Aunt Qu was depressed and murmured, "Second Master likes magnolias. A few days ago, he spent 14 taels of silver to buy an acre of land. Third Master likes chrysanthemums. Last year, He Xianjin bought him a yard of chrysanthemums... The masters all live like masters..."
"Only you, the Bi Ma Tang smells of salty alkaline from paper making all year round, you wear clothes for ten years and you are reluctant to change them even when they are torn, other old ladies eat bird's nests and peach gum, whatever nourishes them, but you feel bad when you add an extra meat dish to your meal..."
Madam Qu frowned, "What are you doing..."
"Erlang, Erlang likes He Xianjin."
Aunt Qu suddenly changed the subject and her voice became lighter.
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