Chapter 3 She has a great idea!
The north wind was blowing wildly at the ferry, and the only lamp was flickering.
The ferry was bustling with people, everyone hunched their necks and carried their luggage, waiting for the time to board the boat.
There was a sea of black figures, and a thin figure stood in the wind's outlet. The bamboo hat on his head was blown up by the north wind, and the man was so thin that he seemed to be blown away by the wind.
Song Jin hid at the entrance. She wrapped her coat tightly, but even so, the biting cold wind still penetrated into her coat.
The wind had blown her face numb, and tears came out of her bright almond-shaped eyes.
She looked carefully at Sister Qinghong in the distance, but she could not see the figure of the young man.
...It's past the agreed time now.
Song Jin frowned——
It seems that the young man really had no intention of coming.
Just now, Song Jin asked the young man before leaving Donglin Lane, but the other party did not answer, but closed the door with an indifferent look.
It seems like I have never seen Song Jin today.
On the way home, Song Jin was really worried, so he turned around and ran to the dock and hid in a corner.
The wind was cold and Qinghong had been waiting at the dock for a long time until all the people at the ferry boarded the boat.
After the passenger ship weighed anchor, it slowly disappeared on the river, and even the people who came to see it off dispersed.
But the young man still did not show up.
There was only that desolate and thin figure left at the ferry.
Sure enough, he won't come.
Under the veil, Qinghong lowered her eyes slightly, with a hint of self-deprecating smile on the corner of her mouth.
What is she expecting?
Of all the men I've met over the years, is there any one who keeps his word?
Qinghong suddenly turned around and looked at the boat disappearing in the wind and snow. For a moment, she thought that it would be better to go with the boat.
Until a gentle voice came from behind her.
"Sister Qinghong."
Song Jin originally wanted to hide in the corner and watch Sister Qinghong, and then leave when she came back. After all, it would be embarrassing for her to go out at this time.
But she watched Sister Qinghong raise her feet towards the river. If she took a few more steps, she was afraid she would fall into the river!
This won’t do!
She ran over hurriedly and grabbed Qinghong's sleeve.
"Xiao Jin?" Qing Hong suddenly stopped and said, "Why are you here?"
"I'll bring an umbrella to my sister." Song Jin blinked without loosening his grip at all.
Qinghong naturally knew that this was just a cute excuse. She looked at her sleeves being held tightly and chuckled, "Where's the umbrella?"
"The snow and wind were so strong that my umbrella was blown away halfway!" Song Jin pulled Qinghong's sleeve, trying to pull her back from the river: "Sister, can you accompany me to look for it?"
Qinghong shook her head: "Xiaojin, go find it yourself. I have to go back to the Wang family."
"Go back?" Song Jin knew without thinking how much effort it took for Qinghong to run out, but now she wants to go back?
"Well, don't worry, they won't do anything to me." Qinghong answered softly and pulled her sleeve out of Song Jin's hand.
Song Jin was worried: "Sister Qinghong, I'll take you back!"
Seeing Song Jin's insistence, Qinghong no longer refused.
Seeing her nod, Song Jin quickly took Qinghong's hand, and the two slender figures left the ferry in the heavy snow.
It was not far from the ferry to the Wang family's house, but it was long enough for Qinghong to tell the story of her and the young master.
In fact, it is not complicated. It is just a story about a young man who wanted to save Fengchen on a whim, but finally broke his promise.
Qinghong's voice was flat, as if she was telling someone else's story, but she was wearing a veil, so Song Jin couldn't see her expression.
In the wind and rain, the two walked hand in hand to the back door of the palace.
Qinghong patted the back of Song Jin's hand, which had already turned red from the cold: "Thank you so much for today."
"It's just a small matter!" Song Jin asked carefully, "Can I still bring cakes to my sister in the future?"
"If I wanted to eat, I would send someone to let you know. It's getting late, so go back."
After Qinghong finished speaking, she walked towards the back door.
After two steps, Qinghong suddenly turned around and took off the veil on her head.
This was the first time Song Jin saw her face tonight. Her eyes were bloodshot, but there was a look of resignation and dead silence in them.
She looked at Song Jin, as if advising her little sister: "Xiao Jin, there are not many people in this world who can keep their promises. If you meet one, you must hold on to him tightly. Even if he doesn't like you, he must be a very good person. You won't suffer any loss."
This principle is not difficult to understand, but now that Qinghong says it, it becomes golden advice.
Song Jin took the words to heart: "Yeah, I understand!"
Qinghong smiled at Song Jin, turned around and walked to the door and knocked. After the door opened a few times, Qinghong entered the palace.
The courtyard was dark and quiet, with only the lanterns hanging at the gate of the palace swaying in the wind.
Song Jin stood in the wind, looking at the bottomless mansion.
It's too cold.
She wants to go home.
The way back was more difficult than the way here, but Song Jin was thinking about something else.
She hurried back to Chunliu Lane and gently pushed open the door. After all, her husband should be resting at this time.
However, she had just pushed open the door and returned to the house on her squeaking steps on the snow, when Xie Qiao's tightly closed door suddenly opened.
Xie Qiao's cold voice came: "Ajin, the snow is so strong, where did you go just now?"
"Husband, you haven't rested yet?"
Song Jin turned around when he heard that, only to see Xie Qiao standing at his door, a ray of light coming through the crack in the door shining on his face.
In the dim light, the contours of his face were clear and his tall body was flush with the door frame.
With such a figure, it is no exaggeration to say that she is tall and slender.
But he hasn't slept yet and is here waiting for her.
Are you worried about her?
Thinking of this, Song Jin raised the corners of his stiff lips and explained with a gentle smile: "I just went out to see a sister. She is getting married today, and I went to see her off."
Song Jin blinked and spread the frozen tears evenly in his eye sockets.
She stood at the door obediently, just wanting to say a few more words to her husband.
But--
Xie Qiao nodded: "Well, then you should rest early."
At once……
No more?
The snowflakes that fell on Song Jin's shoulders also wilted like Song Jin. She lowered her head and sniffed: "Okay."
Then she felt it was not enough, so she added: "Then you too, husband."
"good."
After saying one word, Xie Qiao turned around and went back to the house, closing the door tightly.
Song Jin stood at the door in a daze.
Is that all?
She felt depressed when she saw the closed door.
After taking a few breaths, Song Jin walked into the house alone. She lit a candle and wanted to pour herself a glass of water, but the tea was so cold that it was icy.
Song Jin sat weakly at the table, his chin resting on his hand.
This won't work.
They are husband and wife, they should sleep together warmly in such a cold day. How can they be considered a couple now with two doors between them!
And what Sister Qinghong said today was right.
If you meet a good man, grab him!
Xie Qiao is such a man of his word, he must be a good man, and he is so handsome, just the type I like.
But how can I get to his house?
Song Jin changed his posture, lying on the table, with his small face as big as an oval seed buried in his arms.
There is only a small stove in the room. I didn’t feel that cold in the past, but maybe because of the strong wind and snow today, the room is still chilly, and there even seems to be gusts of cool wind blowing in.
Cool breeze?
Song Jin sat up suddenly. She looked in the direction of the wind and saw a crack in the corner of the wall.
The bricks inside were scattered all over the place, as if they could be kicked open with one foot.
One kick?
Kick open?
Suddenly my eyes are opened!
An epiphany!
Song Jin is quite smart and a girl who dares to think and act.
Just as she was thinking about it, her green embroidered shoes kicked against the wall.
One kick over.
Staggering.
Two feet passed.
crooked.
Three feet passed.
Crash——
--
It has been some time since Fu Cang left, but Xie Qiao is still waiting for Song Jin to come back.
Fu Cang has already found this place. If someone reveals his whereabouts, Song Jin might be unsafe.
Now, if he goes out less often and no one sees him, his identity will not be exposed.
But it was so late, what was a little girl like her doing out?
As he was thinking this, he heard the sound of Song Jin coming back.
He felt a little more at ease, and went out to take a look, making sure that Song Jin had returned safely before going back to bed.
But as soon as he lay down on the bed, he heard a "crash".
Xie Qiao, who was half asleep, was awakened by the sound. He frowned, got up from the bed and lifted the green bed curtains.
I put on my shoes and walked to the door. Just as I was about to open it, I heard a small knock on the door.
The voice was very quiet, as if he wasn't meant to hear it at all.
Xie Qiao reached out and opened the door.
Song Jin appeared at the door looking pitiful.
She was wearing a thin dress, with a layer of sparkling snow on her head, and even her long eyelashes were covered with water droplets.
Like a pretty wet kitten.
She held the quilt, stood in the snow and asked obediently, "Husband, can I come in?"
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