Chapter 44 Who is her Mr. Xie! !
The night gradually faded away, and the morning sun broke through the moonlight.
Song Jin sat in front of the square table with a serious expression.
At dawn, the sun shines on the paper, revealing the neat and beautiful handwriting.
With the help of sunlight, Song Jin wrote a few more words, then stopped writing with a serious look on his face.
She had to do a few things before leaving.
She carefully hid the half-written letter, picked up her usual small backpack, and went out in the early morning light.
She first went to the stall and steamed a few trays of steamed buns as usual. She also explained to the customers who always bought her steamed buns in the past that she had something to do and would not be able to go to the stall for a while, so that they would not be disappointed.
Before noon, Song Jin packed up the stall carefully.
She glanced at her own stall and felt a little reluctant to leave.
Song Jin sat in front of the stall for a while, and suddenly thought that if one day she couldn't make it in Kyoto, she could just come back and continue to set up the stall.
Thinking of this, she sniffed, put on her small backpack and left.
She headed west to Taohua Temple in the east of the city.
The Taohua Temple in the east of the city is not far from the city. Even though it is not an auspicious day, the temple is still very popular.
Although it is called Taohua An, it is not just about peach blossoms.
No matter whether one is seeking marriage, children, wealth or longevity, the nunnery welcomes everyone.
As soon as Song Jin stepped into Taohua Temple, he saw thick incense burning in the huge incense burner in front of the main hall.
Everyone knelt devoutly in front of the temple.
Song Jin suddenly thought of the last time he came here.
She clearly remembered that it was because she first prayed for a marriage between herself and her husband.
She also believed in the Taoist priest and asked for a talisman.
But it's no use.
It seems that Sister Ju Lan was right, that stinky Taoist priest is just a swindler!
As Song Jin was thinking this, she looked around and found that the Taoist priest who sold her the Heart-to-Heart Talisman last time was not there at all.
It seemed that she had never seen the Taoist priest when she came here before.
As expected, I was deceived!
Song Jin frowned slightly.
She walked forward into the hall and immediately saw a real person interpreting divination lots for people.
She stood aside and watched the girl in front of her leave with the fortune slip in her hand with a smile on her face, and then she sat in front of the real person.
The immortal in Taohua An is a Taoist priest about fifty years old. He has a long beard and looks like an immortal.
He fiddled with the lot in front of him and asked with a smile, "Little donor, would you like to draw a lot?"
Song Jin shook her head and said directly: "Master, I want to offer a long-burning lamp for someone, and I hope..."
Song Jin thought for a moment and said, "I hope he lives a long life."
The immortal laughed, and the stick tube in his hand shook, and a rustling sound came: "Little donor, are you praying for your husband?"
Song Jin wanted to nod, but then she thought about it and realized that Xie Qiao was not her husband at all.
She shook her head: "Not my husband, but my benefactor."
The immortal understood: "My benefactor, I understand."
He stood up and took out a few ever-burning lamps: "Little donor, take a look at these ever-burning lamps, which one do you want to choose?"
Song Jin looked at the three eternal lamps in front of him.
Without any hesitation, she pointed at the tall and large lamp with auspicious patterns painted on it and said, "This is it."
The real person said "Oh" meaningfully, and took out the lamp: "It seems that you are a great benefactor."
Song Jin did not refute.
As the saying goes, one night of love is a hundred days of grace. She and Mr. Xie have been lovers for so many nights. Even if they are going to part ways in the future, she cannot deny what happened before.
She never lied to herself.
She liked her husband, his face, his figure, and his dedication in bed.
Moreover, she had thought about offering a lamp to the great Bodhisattva of the Xie family before, but she didn't expect that the great Bodhisattva of the Xie family was her own husband.
In short, he deserves the biggest light.
As the incense and candles curled, Song Jin personally wrote Xie Qiao's name on the eternal lamp.
This time, she really didn't make any mistakes.
When Song Jin saw the eternal lamp being lit and placed high up, he felt much happier.
Mr. Xie lied to her about so many things, but not only was she not angry, she also gave him such an expensive lamp.
She is really a good girl who repays evil with kindness.
Mr. Xie would definitely be very touched if he knew this!
Song Jin nodded affirmatively. She glanced at the lamp, then turned around and left resolutely.
Song Jinru returned to Chunliu Lane as usual. She pushed open the door and found that Xie Qiao had not come back, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
She returned to her bedroom and carefully finished writing the letter she had not finished this morning.
Song Jin wrote every word very carefully, even more carefully than when she was studying before.
This time, she finished writing the letter in a short time.
She folded it securely in the envelope.
She got up and went to the kitchen, took out the deer whip that had been placed there, and placed it neatly in a brocade box along with the tonic pills that Uncle An had given her.
The brocade box was pressed under the letter.
Song Jin carefully arranged the letter and the parting gift. She had thought it through very carefully.
Then she felt that it would be safer to do so, so she dug out a storybook she had read before, picked out the divorce papers in it, and wrote a copy to keep.
Song Jin looked at the things on the table and felt that they were very comprehensive.
Spring has not yet fully arrived and the days are still short.
When Song Jin finished all this, it was already past noon. She calculated that she would have to go out and find a ox cart and leave the city before dark.
Song Jin looked around the bedroom again.
Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes fixed on the green gauze curtains on the bed, and the passion of last night emerged in her mind.
My cheeks instantly turned red!
Song Jin pursed his lips.
This green gauze tent was chosen by her for her husband with great care, but now she should forget all the memories in it.
It should all be forgotten!
Then find the next better one.
Song Jin was a quick and decisive person. Thinking this, she quickly took down the green gauze tent and threw it into the burning stove.
The bed curtains were of high quality and burned quickly when they came into contact with fire. There was no choking smell of smoke, only a slight wisp of smoke.
Before long, only some fragments of the green tent were left.
Song Jinsong breathed a sigh of relief.
She seemed to have let go of all her memories, picked up her small package, and turned away.
Only a wisp of smoke that could no longer be held was left swirling around.
There is a car rental company at the end of Chunliu Lane. The people working in the company are old friends who have traveled far and wide. They are very familiar with the people in the lane and are very friendly with them.
Song Jin walked to the car rental company carrying a small bag. The old man inside was an old acquaintance of Song Jin's grandfather.
Seeing Song Jin coming, he went over to her and said, "Jin girl, where are you going with your bag?"
Song Jin said obediently: "Uncle, I want to rent a car to go to Kyoto. Can you help me find a reliable brother?"
The old man nodded: "Oh, I see. Your parents' home is still in Kyoto. Anyway, there is no one left at your grandfather's house. You should go there."
The old man said, getting up from his chair: "Wait, I will find you a safe one and will definitely send you to Kyoto safely."
Song Jin had never traveled far by herself before, she had never even been out of Chongzhou.
I had originally thought that I could go to Kyoto with my husband, but it seems that’s not possible now.
She said gratefully, "Thank you, old man."
The old man waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay."
The old man is old, but his movements are not slow.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he had harnessed the ox cart for Song Jin and found a reliable elder brother for him.
The old man said, "It just so happens that your second brother Zhuang is going to Kyoto to deliver some mountain products. You can just follow your second brother Zhuang's car."
Song Jin had nothing to choose from, so she quickly got on the car and sat diagonally next to the goods: "Then I'll have to trouble Brother Erzhuang!"
Brother Erzhuang sniffed.
He is ten years older than Song Jin, so they know each other.
He is honest and simple, just like the old cow in his family.
He rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "It's okay, sister, Brother Erniu will definitely send you home safely."
Song Jin nodded.
She just sat cross-leggedly on Brother Erniu's ox cart, and headed towards the city gate with her calves swaying.
Following the last ray of sunset.
Song Jin followed the ox cart and slowly left Chongzhou.
Before late at night, a carriage stopped at the entrance of Chunliu Lane.
Xie Qiao sat upright in the carriage with a frown on his face.
Today, he was busy with wedding arrangements at the Xie family branch. Although he was anxious, he did not want to be frugal.
He wanted the best for his little girl.
Today he personally decided on their wedding dresses. When he thought about how he had measured Song Jin's body last night, he couldn't help but smile.
Their wedding dresses were very beautiful, and he specifically instructed the embroiderer to embroider delicate little orchids on the lining of the dresses.
The little flower is cute and suits her very well.
Many matters were very tedious, and he was tired but satisfied in his heart.
The thought that Song Jin would soon become his legitimate wife, the legal wife of the head of the Xie family, and the head of the Xie family made him feel proud.
An indescribable warmth welled up in his heart.
He knew that Song Jin was young and didn't like those boring family rules, so she hadn't read them much in recent times.
Not to mention dealing with those aristocratic families.
Song Jin doesn't know any of these.
But it doesn’t matter. As long as she is the only wife he acknowledges, no one will dare to say a word about Song Jin as long as he is in the Xie family.
She just needs to learn slowly.
Or, just continue to be yourself.
As long as she is by my side, it's fine.
When he thought of the tenderness between the two of them last night, he could hardly control himself.
This is not like him.
He had never believed that one day he would be controlled by such a thing.
He smiled helplessly.
He must have heard too much of Song Jin's thoughts and was unintentionally led astray by that little girl.
But it doesn't matter, he is her husband, and it's harmless to think about those things occasionally.
Thinking of this, Xie Qiao suddenly wanted to see her eagerly.
The little wife whose heart and eyes are filled with him.
As soon as the carriage stopped, Xie Qiao got off quickly.
Fu Cang followed Xie Qiao quickly, and when Xie Qiao pushed the door open, he stood at the door sensibly.
Xie Qiao pushed open the courtyard door and subconsciously looked towards the kitchen.
He paused where he was, somewhat confused.
There was no fire in the kitchen, and there was not even a light in the house.
Xie Qiao frowned.
Is Ajin not at home?
Xie Qiao pushed open the bedroom door, and in the moonlight he saw at a glance that the bed was empty.
The bed curtain in which they had been making love last night had disappeared.
Xie Qiao felt empty in his heart.
A feeling of uneasiness arises spontaneously.
Something is wrong in this room.
Nothing is right.
Before he could take a closer look, he saw something on the square table.
It was a letter and a brocade box.
Xie Qiao walked to the square table, his face looking frighteningly cold.
His intuition told him that there must be something bad in the letter.
His hands were cold and bloodless.
He stood in front of the table with a slender figure. The moonlight made his shadow very long. His long, beautiful fingers opened the letter.
As soon as he saw the name, Xie Qiao felt as if he had been hit hard in the heart by someone——
Who is Mr. Xie?
Who is her Mr. Xie! !
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