Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 29 Return

The main hall of the Song Mansion.

Song Yuanshan sat in a chair, closing his eyes to rest.

Yang Lan stood to the side, her face ashen, cursing.

"The house burned down, so be it, we can just rebuild it. But that girl died here, how are we supposed to live here now?"

"This is a house where someone has died!"

"And it wasn't from old age or illness, it was suicide because of love! It'll become a vengeful ghost!"

"That brat is a jinx! Master, we must get rid of him quickly, or our family will be in big trouble!"

Song Yuanshan suddenly opened his eyes, his face darkening as he shouted, "Shut up!"

Song Wan'er sat to the side with her head down, without saying a word.

Just then, Ping'er suddenly called out from outside, "Master, Madam, Miss, Young Master Luo is back!"

Song Wan'er quickly stood up and went to the door to greet them.

Yang Lan's expression changed slightly as she looked at her daughter's back.

Luo Qingfeng, his clothes soaked and looking disheveled, entered the hall and greeted his cousins ​​with clasped hands: "Cousin, Aunt."

Seeing his appearance, Song Yuanshan quickly stood up and said, "Qingfeng, how did you get so soaked? Quick, go change your clothes, or you'll catch a cold."

He then immediately instructed, "Xiao Huan, Xiao E, quickly go to the kitchen and make some ginger soup."

The two maids quickly acknowledged the order and withdrew.

Song Wan'er said with concern, "Cousin, go change your clothes. Wan'er bought you some new clothes. By the way, you'll be living in your elder brother's courtyard from now on. Wan'er has already tidied it up. Clothes, shoes, socks, and new books are all there. Cousin, you can go there directly."

Luo Qingfeng lowered his head, paused for a moment, and said, "Uncle, Aunt, I'm sorry..."

Song Yuanshan waved his hand and said, "Why are we saying all this now? You haven't done anything wrong to us. The house burned down, so be it. We can rebuild it. As long as you're alright, that's all that matters. Go change your clothes."

Yang Lan turned away from him, her face dark.

"Cousin, let's go, don't get sick."

Song Wan'er picked up the oil-paper umbrella in the corridor, gently opened it, and urged him on in a tender tone.

Luo Qingfeng didn't say anything more and followed her away.

He passed through the round gate and looked at the empty ground not far away.

The ruins from yesterday have been cleared away.

The rain is washing away the traces there.

But the memories left there cannot be washed away by even the heaviest rain.

Song Wan'er, holding an umbrella, also looked in that direction and sighed softly, "Cousin, people outside are saying..."

She lowered her head slightly, not continuing, and said softly, "But Wan'er knows that Cousin isn't that kind of person. It's just that this marriage has had too many twists and turns, and Cousin probably hasn't adjusted yet, which is why he argued with Sister Zhao'er. If Sister Zhao'er hadn't been so impulsive..."

Luo Qingfeng said, "Actually, I really don't want to marry her."

Song Wan'er was slightly taken aback upon hearing this: "Why? Didn't Cousin and Sister Zhao'er like each other a long time ago?"

Luo Qingfeng looked at her beautiful and gentle face and said, "Back then, we were just childhood sweethearts who liked each other and enjoyed playing together. It wasn't romantic love between a boy and a girl. Besides, there weren't many girls in the village at that time."

Song Wan'er paused for a moment, seemingly understanding but not quite: "Oh."

The two continued walking forward and soon arrived at Song Chuan's courtyard.

Song Wan'er said softly, "Brother has taken all his things, and the house has been cleaned again. The quilts and sheets are all new. Wan'er also got some new clothes, shoes, and socks for cousin from the shop, and bought some books from the bookstore. If cousin needs anything else, just tell Wan'er."

Luo Qingfeng nodded: "Thank you."

Song Wan'er smiled gently: "We're family, no need to be so polite."

Luo Qingfeng entered the house, took off his muddy shoes and coat at the door, and then went inside.

The room was furnished the same as the previous room.

Even the books were placed in the same location.

Song Wan'er also took off her shoes and walked in, saying softly, "Cousin, these are all arranged by Wan'er according to your previous room."

Luo Qingfeng glanced at her and said gently, "Wan'er, thank you."

Song Wan'er chuckled and said, "Cousin is being too polite with Wan'er again."

Luo Qingfeng's gaze fell on the dressing mirror in the corner of the wall.

Song Wan'er said softly, "Cousin, hurry up and change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

As she spoke, she went to the wardrobe to get him some new clothes and handed them to him with a gentle expression.

Luo Qingfeng took the clothes and looked at her.

Song Wan'er met his gaze for a moment, then lowered her eyelashes slightly, a shy look appearing on her face: "Cousin..."

Luo Qingfeng said, "I need to change my clothes."

Song Wan'er was taken aback for a moment before realizing what she meant, and quickly said, "Oh, then... then Wan'er will go out first..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head, her face flushed, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Luo Qingfeng stood in the room for a while before taking off his soaking wet clothes and changing into clean ones.

He glanced at the cracked red jade in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then put it in his inner pocket.

They stood there for a while longer.

He slowly walked to the dressing mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

Then, she looked at the new bed.

But there was no longer a girl there who would sweetly call out "Brother Feng" waiting for him.

Even the faceless bride will never exist again.

He lowered his head and slowly clenched his fist.

Just then, Song Wan'er's gentle voice came from outside the door: "Cousin, have you changed your clothes? Do they fit?"

Luo Qingfeng loosened his fist and said, "It fits perfectly. Wan'er, thank you."

Song Wan'er smiled and said, "That's good. Cousin, see if there's anything else missing in the room, and I'll go out and buy it for you tomorrow."

Luo Qingfeng paused for a moment, then said calmly, "We're still missing a bride."

It became quiet outside.

After a while.

Song Wan'er sighed softly, "Cousin, it's all in the past now, don't think about it anymore. You'll definitely find a better bride in the future."

Luo Qingfeng said calmly, "I hope so."

Just then, Ping'er called from outside, "Miss, the ginger soup is ready."

Song Wan'er quickly said, "Cousin, drink some ginger soup. You've been soaked in the rain; be careful not to catch a cold."

Luo Qingfeng paused for a moment, then went over and opened the door.

Song Wan'er stood at the door with a bowl of steaming ginger soup in her hand. Seeing that he had changed into new clothes, and glancing at his handsome face, she blushed slightly and said, "Cousin, you look so handsome in your new clothes."

As she spoke, she handed him the ginger soup in her hand, looking at him tenderly.

Luo Qingfeng took the ginger soup, placed it on the table, and said, "I'll drink it later."

After saying that, he walked to the bookshelf and started looking through the books.

Song Wan'er glanced at them and said somewhat apologetically, "Those books were just things I bought casually. I didn't know if you needed them, cousin. Please take a look first, and if you still need something, we can go to the bookstore to buy it tomorrow."

Luo Qingfeng picked up a book, flipped through it a few times, and said, "Hmm, let me take a look first."

Then he looked at her and said, "Wan'er, you guys go ahead and do your work. I'm a little tired, I'll read for a while and then rest."

Song Wan'er nodded: "Then Wan'er won't bother you any longer, cousin. Remember to drink the ginger soup while it's hot."

Luo Qingfeng agreed.

Song Wan'er glanced at him again and closed the door for him.

The pink oil-paper umbrella opened.

Song Wan'er, dressed in a pink dress, left the courtyard with her maid Ping'er, stepping through the rain.

Luo Qingfeng stood by the window, silently watching their figures disappear through the doorway.

Then, his gaze fell on the ginger soup on the table.

Chicken soup, medicinal soup, meat soup, ginger soup...

It's so good that he gets soup every night to nourish his body.

the other side.

Song Wan'er returned to her small courtyard.

We went inside.

She took off her shoes at the door and went into her boudoir.

The boudoir was decorated in pink, a color typical of young girls.

The floor was covered with a pink carpet, and the curtains on the bed and the drapes in front of the window were all pink.

She walked to the window, gently pushed it open, and looked at the suddenly empty space not far away.

I stood there for a long time.

She turned around, walked to the dressing table, slowly sat down, and looked at herself in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror has a beautiful face and a gentle temperament.

Those beautiful, gentle eyes were watery and overflowing with the alluring spring-like allure of a young girl in love.

"Are we still missing a bride...?"

She murmured.

(End of this chapter)