Song Qiao was startled by his father's question.
After a while, she blew out the fire stick and said, "I have nothing to do with him."
There really was nothing wrong, it was just her wishful thinking.
Song's father and his daughter have depended on each other for so many years, and he knows her very well. Seeing her current expression, how could he not know what she is thinking?
He followed Song Qiao's words and said, "That's good. He and we are not of the same kind, and we won't be able to walk together in the future. Just like he said, we can just be neighbors."
Hu Xu is now a tribute scholar and will definitely pursue a career in the officialdom in the future. He has already studied under a famous teacher and is preparing for the imperial examination next spring. Judging from his enthusiasm, he may be able to pass the exam. By then, there will be many people who want to marry him. No matter for his official career or his future, he will not marry the daughter of an ordinary farmer like theirs.
They couldn't afford to marry into such a family, and what's more, Hu Xu was not interested in his daughter Ah Qiao.
Song Qiao stood in the shadows for a long time without saying a word.
Seeing this, Song's father couldn't bear it anymore. Then he sighed and said guiltily, "It's all Dad's fault. I shouldn't have left you alone at home, leaving you all alone without anyone to talk to."
"No." Song Qiao finally spoke, "It has nothing to do with you, I just like him."
"What..." Father Song had never expected that she would bring up the subject, and was stunned for a moment.
Song Qiao added, "Father, I am attracted to Hu Xu."
She only dared to speak out her suppressed thoughts in front of her father.
Father Song opened his mouth and asked, "Does he like you?"
"I have no idea."
"How could you not know? How could you not know?" Song's father said angrily, "I think you are pretending not to know."
Song Qiao lowered her head. Her father was right. She was just deceiving herself.
Seeing her like this, Song's father relaxed his expression. It was all his fault as a father. His daughter was already so old, yet he still dragged her along, trapped her in this small courtyard, living like a stone spring in the mountains, silent and unnoticed, unnoticed and uncared for.
But she is only twenty after all, in the prime of her life. It is natural for her to love young men. How can she resist?
"If you don't want to be alone, then I'll find a matchmaker tomorrow and ask her to help you find a few families..."
"No need." Song Qiao interrupted, "My daughter doesn't want to get married."
Ever since Song Qiao came of age, her father had thought about finding a good family for her. Matchmakers had come to her house, but Song Qiao had rejected them all.
Song's father knew that she couldn't bear to leave him alone, and was also afraid that he would be like her mother, getting married unwillingly and bringing pain to everyone in the end.
Therefore, Song's father did not force her. Firstly, he was reluctant to let his daughter go and wanted to keep her for two more years. Secondly, he wanted to wait for her to find her own way. If she could find a good match, he would try to help her get married.
But who knew that although the secret was opened, the object of the secret was useless.
"Do you really like that boy that much?"
Song Qiao said nothing.
Song's father made up his mind and said, "Well, since you like it, I'll make the decision for you and go talk to Old Hu..."
"No." Song Qiao raised his head suddenly and refused: "Don't mention it, it's not worth talking about."
"This kind of thing is based on mutual consent. If he doesn't want to, then we can just give up. What's the point? It's not worth it to belittle yourself for it."
Song's father felt uncomfortable. He felt that Hu Xu and his daughter were not on the same wavelength and were not suitable for each other. That was because they had different identities and statuses, and their future paths would also be different. He was afraid that Song Xu would compromise, but he definitely didn't want to hear his daughter say "it's not worth it".
His daughter is diligent, tenacious, independent, and kind-hearted. Although she is a little cold-tempered, she is a truly good child. How can she not be worth it?
Song Qiao felt a little relieved by her father's words. She took a deep breath and said, "Father, this isn't a big deal. You don't have to intervene. I know what to do."
If she really didn't take it seriously, then he wouldn't have to worry. He knew his daughter's personality best. She looked cold and indifferent, but she valued friendship the most. He was afraid that she would fall deeper and deeper into it.
Song's father pondered for a while, then compromised, "Okay, I can stay out of your relationship with him, but you have to promise me that if you find that you can't be together with him, you will withdraw in time and don't let yourself down."
In the end, he still couldn't bear to cut off the vitality in her.
Song Qiao smiled slightly and nodded, "My daughter understands."
The father and daughter stared at each other for a while, and suddenly the silence was broken by a gurgling sound. Father Song touched his belly and said, "Is there anything to eat at home? I'm hungry."
"If you have noodles, I'll make you some soup noodles."
"Then I'll take charge of the fire."
The father and daughter lit another lamp and went to the kitchen.
After the soup noodles were cooked, Song's father couldn't wait to take a big bite, then sighed: "I haven't eaten the soup noodles you cooked for a long time."
Still as bland as ever.
"Then eat more." Song Qiao added another spoonful to his bowl, and then served himself a bowl.
Father and daughter sat around the stove, enjoying soup and noodles, when Song Qiao suddenly asked, "Why did you suddenly want to come back? Have you left the orchids in the mountains behind?"
Song's father loves Lan as his life. He is not scared by the snowstorm, so she doesn't believe him when he says he is afraid of her.
"I just came back thinking of you. We, father and daughter, should spend the holiday together. As for the orchid grass, I've already taken care of it. I've also asked someone in the mountains to help keep an eye on it, so nothing will go wrong."
"People from the mountains?" The houses of those people from the mountains are several miles away. Who would be so kind?
Father Song scratched his chopsticks and said incoherently, "You don't know him." Then he changed the subject, "It's a good thing you came back, otherwise how would I know you were hiding something from me?"
Song Qiao stopped asking and talking and just focused on eating the soup noodles.
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