There was also a pomegranate tree in their home. When she first came here last year, the pomegranate tree was half dead. Just like the man lying in the room, she liked to eat pomegranates, but she never had the chance to eat enough in the past. The most pomegranate trees in the palace were pomegranate trees. In autumn, every tree was full of fruits. The pomegranates were red and big, but how could she dare to pick them? She was just guarding the pomegranate tree in the laundry bureau, but there were too many people in the laundry bureau. So Mei Ya could not eat many pomegranates all year round. So as soon as she arrived in Ningguta and saw the pomegranate tree in the yard, Mei Ya was so happy. She finally had a pomegranate tree of her own, although it was skinny and half dead. But it was a pomegranate tree that belonged only to her. No one would snatch it from her. As long as she took good care of it, there would be plenty of pomegranates to eat in the future.
That’s what she thought and did, whether it was for the pomegranate tree or the paralyzed man in the room, at that time, she really thought that the small courtyard belonged to her forever.
Later, the pomegranate tree gradually came back to life. Although it did not bloom and bear fruit last year, which made Mei Ya very depressed, in the early spring of this year, the half-dead pomegranate tree actually sprouted tender little buds, which made Mei Ya jump three feet high with joy. Now that she thinks about it, there are really many happy events in the early spring of this year. Mr. Gu came to Yanshe and was able to cure Zhong Mingwei's illness. She got a new name, and her heart was so high. Not only that, she also had a big house at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, so big and so good. She had never thought that she would have such a good house. It was really beyond her imagination. And, the fortune teller also said that she was destined to have both sons and daughters, a rich husband and a glorious wife...
This was the best spring in her life, but she never thought that her spring would be so short.
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“Boom boom boom!”
There was a soft knock on the door, and Meiya finally came back to her senses. She wiped her wet face and asked outside, "Is that Grandma Chen?"
"No, it's me," Gu Qingtong said standing outside the door, "Chou sister, it's me."
"Oh, it's Miss Gu, come in quickly." Mei Ya said hurriedly, sitting up from the bed.
"Achou sister, are you feeling better?" Gu Qingtong came in with the medicine and placed it on the table, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Grandma couldn't leave, so she asked me to come back and boil the medicine for you. Drink it while it's hot."
"Thank you, Miss Gu." Mei Ya thanked her hurriedly while holding the medicine bowl and drinking the bitter and thick medicine in it.
"Here, have a piece of candy to slow down your recovery," Gu Qingtong hurriedly handed a piece of sesame candy to Meiya, smiling as he said, "We just got some wedding candy. Eat two more pieces to enjoy the good fortune, and your illness will naturally heal faster."
"Yes, thank you." Meiya put the sesame candy into her mouth, and immediately her mouth was filled with sweetness. Meiya loved sweet food, but she had never eaten such sweet candy before. Maybe she choked on it, and Meiya's eyes became wet. "Why is it so sweet?"
"This is wedding candy, of course it's sweet," Gu Qingtong said with a smile, looking at Meiya, and then said, "Sister Ah Chou, I see that you look pretty good, you should be feeling better, right? How about you come with me to the theater later?"
"Is there anyone singing opera here?" Mei Ya was a little surprised. Since she came to Ningguta, she had only encountered an opera singer once. At that time, in order to listen to the opera, she stood in the snow for more than half an hour, and her feet were frozen and numb. As a result, when she returned, Zhong Mingwei was displeased. Fortunately, she learned a line of opera from her family, and later sang it to Zhong Mingwei, and he calmed down.
What line was that from a play?
She couldn't even remember how long it had been. She only remembered that day, in the snow, Zhong Mingwei held her very tightly.
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"Yes, aren't there several families in the village holding weddings on this day? These families are relatively wealthy, so they pooled their money together and invited a troupe to perform," Gu Qingtong said with great joy. "I heard that it was a troupe from the capital, and the songs they sang were all songs we have never heard of!"
"Then hurry up and grab a seat," Meiya said with a smile, "Don't be too late or the good seats will be taken by others."
"It's okay. I'll go with grandma. Who dares not give up their seat to grandma?" Gu Qingtong smiled slyly, paused, and then frowned and asked Meiya, "Why? Aren't you going to listen to the opera together? Grandma said you are a good opera lover."
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