On the night of the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, the little girl in their family got angry with him for the first time. But the result was that she wiped her tears in front of a basin of beans. Zhong Mingwei can still remember it clearly. At that time, Ah Chou sat in the outer hall with his back to the bedroom door, sobbing silently. The shiny braids on his head swayed with his body shaking. It was pitiful and heartbreaking.
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"So, once you leave Ningguta, you won't even look at me. Even if you do, you won't take it to heart," Meiya said bitterly. She patted the dirt off her sleeves. She raised her head and looked at Zhong Mingwei without blinking, with those eyes that were always so clear and bright. At this time, there was a solemn atmosphere. "Zhong Mingwei. We are not the same kind of people. The woman you like should be like An, right? She comes from a famous family and has a beautiful appearance. She is considerate, and knows all about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she has a deep affection for you. Only such a woman is worthy of you. If you hadn't been destitute and deposed to Ningguta, and your body hadn't been good, how could you have liked a crude girl like me?" At this point, Meiya shook her head slowly again, and said in a deep voice, "No, you don't like me either. You should just rely on me and pity me. As time goes by, the feelings will become blurred. After all, this is Ningguta, and you will spend your whole life here, so just make do with it."
"Girl, I have never been compromising with you..." Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice. He gritted his teeth, his heart was broken into pieces, the pain from his heart made him feel exhausted, he even felt that he could fall down at any time. He secretly despised his cowardice and incompetence, took a few breaths, and looked at Mei Ya again, "Girl, it's true that I pity you, it's true that I rely on you, but it's also true that I like you, and it has never been blurred. You believe me, okay?"
"What about An?" Compared to Zhong Mingwei's embarrassment, Mei Ya was calm. She looked at Zhong Mingwei's clenched teeth and said calmly, "Do you really like her too?"
Zhong Mingwei stared at Mei Ya, his lips trembling a few times, as if he wanted to explain something, but in the end he said nothing. He silently lowered his head and looked at the black and white seeds scattered on the ground. After a while, he nodded.
Mei Ya just felt like she couldn't bear it. The room was so stuffy. It was filled with the scent of Xiao An's perfumed powder and her own earthy odor. The blending of these two completely different smells made her feel suffocated. She didn't know if Zhong Mingwei also felt so stuffy, but she couldn't stay there any longer.
Meiya stood up and took two steps outside, then suddenly stopped and looked back at Zhong Mingwei: "Mingwei, tell me, did you let her down because of me, or did she let me down because of me?"
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything, still staring at the black and white pieces on the ground. Mei Ya also followed his gaze, her eyes sliding over each chess piece, finally landing on her dirty cloth shoes. She couldn't help but curl her lips and let out a bitter smile.
This is her and Zhong Mingwei's home, but why does she seem so out of place?
This feeling made her scared and desperate, but Zhong Mingwei didn't even look at her.
"Mingwei, let's put the marriage aside for now. Although I am an ugly girl who is not presentable, I don't want to be a divorced wife, and I don't want to take away someone else's favorite." After a pause, Meiya said, "I will go to live at Grandma Chen's house for a while. When you have made up your mind, let me know."
Having said that, Mei Ya looked at Zhong Mingwei again, wanting to remind him to take care of his legs and feet, but in the end she didn't say it out loud, and then turned around and pushed the door open to go out.
As soon as Mei Ya came out, Gu Changlin and Pang Yi hurried to greet her. Xiao An also timidly greeted her and called out softly, "Madam."
Hearing this, Mei Ya looked towards Xiao An. The moonlight was gentle, casting a layer of soft silver on Xiao An's body, which made her look even more beautiful. Mei Ya looked at her, dazed. That year, it was also such a moonlight. Under the colorful fireworks, the couple stood in the pavilion. They didn't say anything, but they looked so well-matched and harmonious. No matter how good the painter was, he couldn't paint such a beautiful picture.
Mei Ya didn't say anything for a long time. She just stared at Xiao An. Xiao An felt uneasy and subconsciously moved towards Pang Yi. Pang Yi felt uneasy and called out softly, "Madam?"
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