"It's not that I don't want to buy it, I really can't bear to part with it..." Ah Chou was anxious and timid, and tried to hug Zhong Mingwei from behind. But Zhong Mingwei pushed him away after several hugs. Ah Chou was so anxious that he wanted to cry, so he just gave up. "Yes, I just can't bear to part with it. I have been embroidering for so long. It is only enough to buy two taels of donkey-hide gelatin, which is so expensive, how can I bear to part with it?"
"Then why did you buy this for me?!" Zhong Mingwei suddenly sat up. He reached out and grabbed the silk pajamas he had just put on, and glared at Ah Chou, "You are reluctant to buy donkey-hide gelatin and bird's nest, but you are willing to tear five feet of silk to make pajamas for me?!"
Zhong Mingwei was not a person who liked to get angry. Especially when he was talking to Ah Chou, but at this moment, facing his silk pajamas that were so slippery and Ah Chou's patched shirt, Zhong Mingwei was almost mad.
"Your old pajamas...are too torn. You can't sew them anymore," Ah Chou was frightened by Zhong Mingwei. Accustomed to Zhong Mingwei's gentleness and generosity, Ah Chou couldn't speak clearly when facing the furious Zhong Mingwei, "You...you can't sleep without pajamas..."
"Why can't I sleep without pajamas? Why do I have to wear these pajamas?! How can a grown man like me be so precious?" Zhong Mingwei felt sore and painful. He stared at Ah Chou who looked dispirited. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "What are you wearing? Have you ever worn pajamas? You can just wear some rags, why do I have to wear silk pajamas?!"
"It's different... You and I are different..." Ah Chou's eyes were red. She looked at Zhong Mingwei helplessly, then lowered her head in a hurry. She choked and said, "I can't bear... I can't bear you to suffer injustice..."
"Can I bear to let you suffer?" Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou's appearance, his heart was about to melt with pain, and his originally cold and hard voice softened at this time. He reached out and held Ah Chou's hand, sighing, "Girl, you can't treat me like this. I eat and drink well every day, but you don't even have a decent piece of clothing. Do you think I can feel comfortable? Girl, you can't bear to let me suffer, can I bear to see you suffer?"
"I'm not wronged. Life is much better now than before," Ah Chou muttered softly, holding Zhong Mingwei's hand and sobbing. "But you must have been greatly wronged. Your life in the capital must have been worse than..."
"Girl," Zhong Mingwei suddenly interrupted Ah Chou's words. He held Ah Chou's face, looked at her without blinking, and then said seriously word by word, "If you always treat me as some kind of royal relative and yourself as a rough palace maid, then you might as well not marry me."
"Zhong Mingwei, what do you mean?" Ah Chou asked Zhong Mingwei with trembling lips.
"Girl, I want to marry you because I like you. I sincerely want to spend the rest of my life with you. I treat you as a family member and my wife, Zhong Mingwei. But girl, if you only treat yourself as a servant... I can't accept it. You don't feel wronged, but I feel wronged for you. Although I don't say it, I always want to grow old with you. Girl, you can't deprive me of the right to share joys and sorrows with my wife," Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice. His fingertips gently stroked Ah Chou's dry lips, and sighed, "Girl, we finally left the capital and changed our lives, so don't let yourself go back, okay?"
"Okay, I get it." Ah Chou's eyes were wet and she was about to cry, but she held back her tears. She buried her face in Zhong Mingwei's palm and rubbed it. After a long time, she said sullenly, "Zhong Mingwei, you said this."
Zhong Mingwei didn't understand what was going on. He was just wondering when he saw Ah Chou had already raised her head. She quickly got up, put on her clothes, and urged Zhong Mingwei loudly: "It's almost dawn, why are you still lying there? Get up quickly and light a fire to boil water. We have to make Laba porridge today, and we don't know how long it will take. If you don't get up again, we won't be able to have a hot soup for lunch!"
"Yes, I'll make a fire," Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but smiled, taking out the warm fleece pants from the quilt and handing them to Ah Chou, "Put them on quickly, don't catch a cold."
"I'm not going out, so why should I wear fleece pants? It's still so warm in the house." Achou muttered, unwilling to wear the fleece pants.
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