April 16, 1934
Ningguta.
The wedding dress was almost finished, except for Zhong Mingwei's collar, which was missing two "囍" characters.
"Stop embroidering, it's time for dinner," Meiya didn't go anywhere these days. She stayed in her room doing embroidery from day till night. Zhong Mingwei felt so distressed. After persuading her several times, Meiya didn't listen and continued to embroider with her head buried. Zhong Mingwei had no choice but to give up. Seeing Meiya yawning again, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help it anymore. He went over and snatched the embroidery needle from Meiya's hand. He said to Meiya with a sullen face, "You are not allowed to embroider today."
"I'm almost done with the embroidery, it's going to be very quick..." Meiya was unhappy and grumbled.
"Then you are not allowed to embroider." Zhong Mingwei made the final decision. He took the wedding dress and the needlework basket over, and turned back to look at Mei Ya's angry mouth. He smiled helplessly again, "It's not that I don't allow you to embroider. You will hurt your eyes if you keep doing it all day."
"You obviously don't want me to finish the embroidery! You just don't want to marry me quickly!" Mei Ya stiffened her neck and glared at him, "I really want to marry you. But you keep holding me back! You just don't want to marry me!"
"What's the connection?" Zhong Mingwei was so confused that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He immediately took out a towel to wipe Meiya's hands and said with a smile, "I don't want to marry you, but I'm still looking for someone to match your horoscope and calculate the date? I don't want to marry you, but I'm still busy preparing for the wedding? Girl, it's okay for others, but you can't wrongly accuse me."
In the past few days, Pang Yi and Gu Changlin have been busy. Pang Yi has been keeping an eye on the house at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. Now that the weather is warmer, the garden can be renovated. Pang Yi has invited craftsmen to repair the garden and so on. Gu Changlin has also been busy. He went out to find a fortune teller himself. He actually knows a little about this, but he attaches great importance to Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya's marriage, and is afraid that the date he calculated is not a good one, so he went down the mountain to find a reliable fortune teller.
"Are we going to see the fortune teller this afternoon?" Mei Ya suddenly remembered this.
Gu Changlin found a reliable fortune teller a few days ago. Originally, he could just hand over the horoscopes of Mei Ya and Zhong Mingwei to him. However, Mei Ya didn't know her own birth date, and she couldn't even remember the exact date of her birth. She only knew that she was born in September or October in the second half of the year. The fortune teller was at a loss, so he asked Gu Changlin to take the two of them over and tell the date for them in person. However, the fortune teller was a born cripple, couldn't walk, was blind, had a bad temper, and would never go out. But Gu Changlin felt that he was very accurate, so Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya had to go by themselves.
"Yes, it's this afternoon. After we finish our meal, let Pang Yi take us there," Zhong Mingwei said. He paused, looked at Mei Ya again, and said with a smile, "We can also take a look at the house at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. If you have anything you want, buy it now before you move in."
"Just do whatever you want," Meiya said a little embarrassedly, lowering her head to glance at Zhong Mingwei, and whispered, "I heard from Pang Yi yesterday that he has started looking for a craftsman to repair the flower garden?"
"Yes, now that the ice has thawed, it's a good time to plant flowers," Zhong Mingwei nodded, looking at Mei Ya and smiling, "Does our girl have any favorite flowers? Let's plant them all."
"I don't have any particular favorites," Mei Ya whispered, glancing at the bare pomegranate tree outside the window, and said to Zhong Mingwei, "I just like pomegranate trees very much. I'll plant a few more when the time comes."
Zhong Mingwei nodded: "Okay."
"By the way, why are there so many pomegranate trees in the palace?" Mei Ya suddenly asked, resting her head on Zhong Mingwei's thighs, looking up at him from below, and reaching out to pull Zhong Mingwei's hand and playing with it randomly. "Almost every palace has many pomegranate trees planted. There are sixteen in the Yanxi Palace. I have counted them. There are also many in the Jingren Palace. When I ran in to put out the fire that year, I saw a row of them at a glance."
The man's hand suddenly froze. Meiya felt something was wrong and looked at the man's face again. As soon as he met Meiya's gaze, Zhong Mingwei suddenly turned his face away. Somehow, Meiya felt that Zhong Mingwei was very sad. She was a little at a loss. She looked at Zhong Mingwei's Adam's apple sliding up and down, climbed up from Zhong Mingwei's legs, and said carefully: "Did I... say the wrong thing again?"
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