"You have to get up, and comb your hair before dawn, otherwise it will be unlucky." Grandma Chen said, while putting on a newly-made red slanting collar outer dress, and urged Gu Qingtong. "Go home and urge Qingxuan, I don't know if he stayed up late to read last night. I'm afraid he's still asleep now."
"Got it. Got it," Gu Qingtong agreed hurriedly, buttoning up his shirt as he walked out. He bumped into Pang Yi head-on, and Gu Qingtong hurriedly took two steps back, greeting Pang Yi somewhat awkwardly. "Brother Pang, you're here."
"Well, I'm here to look for Grandma Chen," Pang Yi nodded to her. Then he went into the room. He saw that Grandma Chen had packed up. She was about to go out with a comb in her hand. Pang Yi was so busy that he stopped her and bowed. "Grandma Chen, you see, I'm late even though I came so fast."
"What's wrong?" Grandma Chen was startled. She frowned and looked at Pang Yi, "What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, my master wants to comb my lady's hair himself, and he was afraid that you would get up too early, so he asked me to come and tell you early in the morning. But you see, I am late after all." Pang Yi said with a smile.
Grandma Chen frowned even more: "He... a man knows how to comb his hair?"
"This..." Pang Yi was a little embarrassed. He was too ashamed to tell Grandma Chen that his grandfather could not only comb hair, but also organize silk threads. The only thing he lacked was embroidery.
"That's fine. Since he knows how to do it, I don't have to make a trip." Grandma Chen nodded and put down the comb.
"Then I'll take my leave." Pang Yi stepped out and hurried to the stable to get the horse. He was going to pick up Xiao An today. It was also the first time he brought Xiao An to meet Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya. He couldn't help but feel a little excited. He didn't sleep well last night and was still excited.
"Ms. Gu, where are you going so early in the morning?" As the carriage drove out of the house, Pang Yi saw Gu Qingtong walking alone on the road, and he hurriedly pulled the reins.
"Oh, grandma was afraid that my cousin would oversleep because of staying up late to read, so she asked me to go back and call him," Gu Qingtong was so busy that she stepped aside to make way for Pang Yi, "Brother Pang, do you have something to go out for? Then hurry up."
"Let me give you a ride." Pang Yi looked at the gray sky and said.
"No, no, it's just a few miles away. I'll be there in a hurry." Gu Qingtong waved her hands hurriedly. She used to be looking forward to riding in Pang Yi's car, but now she doesn't want to ride in Pang Yi's car.
"Come up," Pang Yi looked at her, "It's too dark, there's no one on the road."
"Oh, thank you very much, Brother Pang." Gu Qingtong couldn't refuse anymore and got on the carriage.
The carriage was running in the gray morning. It was very quiet. Apart from the chirping of insects, the only sound was the "clacking" of horse hooves. Gu Qingtong sat in the carriage with her knees hugged, a little dazed. Not long ago, she was sitting here. She was cheering and shy, her heart was in her throat. She had never been so happy, nor so scared. She didn't know what to say to Pang Yi, but she talked to him all the time. She knew he was not a talkative person, but she just couldn't stop talking.
It’s just that I like him too much. I fell in love with him the first time I saw him in Chenjiatun.
Gu Qingtong let out a light breath, feeling uncomfortable and stuffy in the carriage. She drew aside the curtain and looked outside. The dark sky was tinged with a gentle white light. She looked at the gentle morning glow in the eastern sky, and a glimmer of hope rose in her heart. She swallowed hard a few times, then gently pushed open the carriage door.
"Brother Pang." Gu Qingtong spoke softly, looking at Pang Yi's broad and strong back.
"Well, what's wrong?" Pang Yi turned his head back, glanced at Gu Qingtong, then turned his head back and continued to ride the horse.
"I..." After his lips trembled for a long time, Gu Qingtong finally spoke with some difficulty, "Do you still remember the material you picked for your cousin last time?"
"I remember," Pang Yi nodded, "Does Mr. Chen like it?"
"I do like it, but I accidentally made it too big," Gu Qingtong tried to make his tone sound more relaxed and bright, "My cousin really can't wear it, brother Pang, if you don't mind, you can wear it."
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