Poems of grievances are all lies [Quick Transmigration]

As the rain became heavier, Tang Xiaoshi walked down the street with a bamboo basket on her back. She was panting from exhaustion, and her shoulders hurt a little from being strangled. She saw an eaves on the side of the street and walked over to rest.

Put away the umbrella, put down the bamboo basket, breathe out and rub your frozen red hands, rub your cold face, and stomp your feet to keep warm.

After a while, after resting his strength and preparing to leave, a person walked over with an umbrella covering his head and face, so he couldn't see his face.

It wasn't until the man approached that she realized that it was Jiang Lang.I don't know if it's Tian Leng who is wearing thick clothes, or he has lost weight again, his face looks even thinner and fleshless.

"Lady." He smiled and walked to the eaves to put away the umbrella.

Tang Xiaoshi unconsciously looked into his hands, and as expected, he was carrying two packs of medicine.

"Jiang Lang, you went to the city to buy medicine again today."

"Yes."

"It's not easy to travel in rainy days, so go back earlier." He picked up the bamboo basket and prepared to leave with an umbrella.

Jiang Lang smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry today. I'm going into the city in a neighbor's ox cart, and I'll take me back in the evening." Seeing the heavy bamboo basket on her back, he said, "It's raining and the road is slippery. I'll help you carry it back." Bar."

"No, it's not very far, thank you."

"It looks heavy." Stretching out the bamboo basket, he persuaded, "It's so heavy, you're a lady carrying it hard, and it's raining on the sides of the basket like this, so it's not easy to burn when you go back. I'll take it back for you." , I'm fine right now, let me thank you for your help back then."

Tang Xiaoshi looked up at him with a sincere face, feeling helpless, she really didn't help him that time, and she really didn't need his thanks, why does this person have to keep this in mind and thank her.

While hesitating, Jiang Lang had skillfully removed the bamboo basket from her shoulders, put his hands on his back, opened the umbrella and walked into the rain. The series of movements made her feel a little dazed.

Jiang Lang didn't see her following, he looked back at her, and asked with a smile, "Which direction is the lady going?"

She glanced to the left in a daze, Jiang Lang stepped to the left, and she came back to follow with an umbrella.

"Thank you."

Jiang Lang smiled at her and said nothing.

She raised her head slightly and looked at him. The profile of her profile was beautiful, but she was too thin, her cheeks were devoid of flesh, and she looked a little shriveled.But this does not affect his good-looking facial features in the slightest.

After walking for most of the street, the two of them were silent and neither of them spoke, and the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella surface, the stone slabs under their feet, and the surrounding houses could be heard in their ears.In addition, she also heard a trace of her own heartbeat.This feeling was very strange. She wanted to restrain herself from taking a few deep breaths, but it was useless. The sound of her heartbeat became more intense, and her breathing involuntarily increased by three points.

"Are you tired?" Suddenly he slowed down and looked sideways at her.

"No." She hastily concealed it, and suddenly felt her cheeks heat up, fearing that she would be discovered, so she pressed down the umbrella.

"There's a well shed in front, let's go over and have a rest," Jiang Lang suggested.

She immediately refused: "I'm not tired, it's cold and rainy, your shoes and clothes are all wet, go back quickly."

Jiang Lang stared at her for a while, as if to confirm whether she was really not tired, because of the height difference, he only saw the edge of the lowered umbrella on the opposite side, but couldn't see the expression.But the opponent's pace quickened, presumably not tired.He took two big steps to keep up.

Tang Xiaoshi felt her heart beating faster, she couldn't help but patted her heart lightly with her hands, and secretly blamed her body, why she reacted so violently, it was completely beyond her feelings.

Is it because Shu Tian has been married before, but has never been in a relationship, and because she is originally reserved and shy?

She once again felt that she couldn't control the occasional emotions that appeared in the original owner's body.

The two walked side by side in silence again. On the street in front of the house, Tang Xiaoshi saw a person standing at the entrance of the alley holding an umbrella from a distance. The rain and fog made it hard to see clearly. When she got closer, she recognized her aunt.

At the entrance of the alley, Jiang Lang bowed slightly to Zhao Erniang, Zhao Erniang immediately looked him up and down, and looked at Tang Xiaoshi as if asking: "Who is this gentleman?"

Tang Xiaoshi opened her mouth, but suddenly she didn't know how to introduce the people around her, so she only replied two words: "Jiang Lang."

After all, Zhao Erniang had come here and had deep eyesight. She could see the clue from the shy smile of the two of them and the evasiveness in their eyes, so she couldn't help but scrutinized Jiang Lang again.

Jiang Lang handed back the bamboo basket behind him to Tang Xiaoshi, said goodbye and prepared to leave.

Zhao Erniang called him immediately: "It's cold and rainy now, Mr. Lang's shoes, socks and clothes are all wet, and he is easy to catch the cold. Why don't you come to my house to warm up by the fire, and leave when the wind and rain stop."

"Don't dare to trouble, the younger generation has to wait for the neighbors to go out of the city and return home."

"Going out of the city and going home?" Zhao Erniang was stunned, and looked at Tang Xiaoshi aside.

Tang Xiaoshi said with a smile: "There is still an hour before evening, and this place is close to the South City Gate, so let's go in and sit for a while, as a shelter from the wind and rain."

"That's right, you helped my Tian Niang carry such a big basket of charcoal and came back, at least you come in and have a sip of tea, or it will appear that we are mean." While leading the way into the alley, he waved and urged.

Seeing Zhao Erniang's kindness, Jiang Lang was a little overwhelmed, and looked at Tang Xiaoshi.

Tang Xiaoshi smiled: "Elder, please, since you are free, don't refuse."

Jiang Lang thought for a while, nodded his thanks, and took the bamboo basket from Tang Xiaoshi's hand again.

The charcoal stove in the main room has been turned on, and the room is warm. The kettle on the stove is steaming. Min'er is sitting on a wooden bench beside her, fiddling with two wooden figurines.Seeing a stranger coming, he immediately ran towards Tang Xiaoshi.

Jiang Lang put down the bamboo basket, and Zhao Erniang immediately went to make tea, muttering: "Jiang Lang baked by the stove, his shoes and clothes are all wet, so don't catch the cold. The coldest winter is the most vulnerable, so you have to be more careful." .”

Jiang Lang thanked him.

Tang Xiaoshi hugged Min'er and approached the stove, and said to Min'er, "Greetings, Uncle."

Min'er seemed a little shy, squeezed into her arms, and called out in a very low voice, "Hello, Uncle."

Jiang Lang pursed his lips and smiled, complimenting him.

Zhao Erniang laughed and said, "Since Tianniang came, Min'er has become much more sensible." She came over with several bowls of hot tea and handed one to Jiang Lang.

Just as Jiang Lang was about to get up to pick him up, Erniang Zhao gestured for him to sit still, and handed the teacup to him: "Drink a bowl of hot tea to warm up your body and drive away the cold." Then she asked him to sit closer to the fire Some, bake the hem of the shoes.

Sitting across the stove, Tang Xiaoshi saw Zhao Erniang's earnestness and understood her thoughts.One may be that she thought she was familiar with Jiang Lang and thought about it; the other was that she missed her son.

Cousin and Jiang Lang are about the same age, have about the same figure, are tall and thin, and also have a clear and handsome face.

It has only been more than a year since his son passed away, how could his aunt not miss him?Seeing a similar husband, it is inevitable to have a little motherly heart.

She was sitting aside with a tea bowl, listening to Zhao Erniang talking to Jiang Lang, most likely Zhao Erniang was asking Jiang Lang and answering.Where is the family from, and who else in the family asked, and learned that he was taking medicine for his mother, and asked about his mother's condition.Then he asked him what he did for a living, how old he was, whether he had a wife, and so on.

She listened quietly from the side, looking at Jiang Lang opposite from time to time, he kept smiling lightly, neither showing impatience nor ambiguously fooling Zhao Erniang's long-winded questions.Like the well-behaved and obedient child in front of her mother, she couldn't help but chuckled.

Jiang Lang looked at her, she immediately suppressed her laugh, lowered her head to talk to Min'er in her arms, avoiding his gaze.

It was only now that Zhao Erniang noticed Tang Xiaoshi on the other side of her, and suddenly realized that it took so long to ask questions without letting the two young people talk.

She smiled, and on the pretext of going to the stove to boil water, got up and dragged Min'er out.

Tang Xiaoshi looked up at him and said with a smile: "Auntie likes to chat with others, it's hard for you not to feel nagging."

"Erniang is an elder, and the elder cares about asking, why would she think it's nagging."

Tang Xiaoshi smiled, this is probably the kind of junior that most parents like, honest and honest, polite and willing to listen to their chatter.

"I heard from Erniang that the lady is not only good at tailoring, but also good at embroidery. Jiang has a request, and I wonder if the lady can agree." Jiang Lang said a little nervously.

"What?" she asked curiously.

"Jiang wants to make a dress for my mother." After a pause, he asked, "Ordinary material, don't ask for too much complicated and delicate, just embroider a few white plums on the neckline and cuffs."

Tang Xiaoshi nodded, and asked with a smile, "Lingtang likes Baimei?"

"Yes, my mother has always liked white plums. There was a white plum plant in the yard, which withered after winter last year, so Jiang wanted to make such a dress for her old man. In fact, it is also..." He paused, and smiled wryly. He didn't go on talking, his eyes were gloomy.

She could guess what he was going to say later. If it was to make her mother happy, embroidered handkerchiefs, purses and pillows would be fine, and the price was cheap, but she chose to make a set of skirts and embroider them on the skirts. A set of skirts is used as the mother's shroud.

It seems that Jiang's mother's illness is not optimistic, and now it is time to run out of fuel.

She felt a little sad for no reason.

After a while of silence, she said with a smile: "Of course, it's almost Chinese New Year now, and the business of the shop is also low. I'm idle most of the time, and I'm just looking for something to do. You can send Lingtang the next time you come. Give me the dress size."

"Thank you, lady." Jiang Lang immediately stood up and bowed.

Tang Xiaoshi smiled helplessly: "Don't be so polite, I don't know how to deal with it."

He smirked, and sat back by the fire.

Tang Xiaoshi seemed to think of something, and immediately got up and went to the drawer of the long table next to her to take out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. "Let me draw a general pattern for you first, and you can see if it fits." Walking to the small table by the side of the road, he unfolded the paper roll and poured water to grind it. Jiang Lang walked over, "I'll grind it."

She paused and withdrew her hand.

Jiang Lang took the ink stick, and only then did she notice that there was a scar on the tiger's mouth of his slender and slightly rough right palm, like a knife wound, the scar was slender and very pale.

Jiang Lang didn't pay attention to her expression, Yan Haomo handed her the brush.

She took over the pen on the paper and drew carefully.

Jiang Lang watched intently from the side as she slid the thin pen holder on the yellowed paper in her slender hand, the smooth lines as thin as a needle seemed to be threaded through a needle, and a flat dress appeared on the paper in a short while.

Tang Xiaoshi dipped in ink and carefully painted various shapes of white plum blossoms on the neckline and cuffs.

Jiang Lang's gaze slowly moved upwards from the paper, and settled on the Tang Xiaoshi that he was concentrating on drawing.Gentle and kind eyebrows, small and full lips, high nose bridge, thin face, fair skin.He was in a trance, was he dreaming, otherwise how could there be such a gentle woman in this world.Jing Shu is as beautiful as a person in a painting.

"Do you need to add a few white plums to the skirt, I think it will be more charming." Tang Xiaoshi said suddenly, looking up at him, meeting the other's affectionate gaze, as if obsessed with it.

She suddenly felt her heart beating violently again, she smiled and hurriedly lowered her head.

Jiang Lang suddenly panicked when he came back to his senses, looked around in a panic, and then looked down at the paper on the small table, realizing that the person in front of him was asking him something just now.

"Okay!" He replied nervously.