Happy Marriage

An Sheng's arms were tighter, as if he wanted to convey the grievances in his heart to Leng Nanxian's heart, without crying and crying, Leng Nanxian could also know his thoughts and give himself more comfort.

Leng Nanxian is tall, but she is petite and delicate. She is lying in Leng Nanxian's heart, and she can feel his solid and powerful pounding heartbeat. Listen carefully.

"Master!" Her voice was soft and waxy, containing infinite grievances.

"Master is here." Leng Nanxian's voice was also rare and gentle.

An Sheng let go of his hand embarrassedly, raised his head from Leng Nanxian's arms, still sobbing, incoherently: "My aunt, aunt had a little asthma before her death, and it will worsen when she encounters dust, but, it doesn't matter. If it's not serious, the cook in the house has been fumigating snacks with sulfur for her to eat.

Auntie coughed and panted day and night, and when she finally came, she was blind and couldn't see me. If An Sheng could meet Master one day earlier, A-Niang would definitely not die. "

An Sheng's sobbing became louder, and the grievance finally burst out of the embankment, out of control.

The truth that he has been searching for for so long is so cruel. Even the old lady brought the poisonous dessert to A-Niang under her own eyes, making A-Niang's illness aggravated little by little.

Leng Nanxian finally understood the sadness that An Sheng had endured all the time. He felt the guilt, regret, and inability to do anything.

After a moment of silence, he spoke out to comfort: "Some things, some people are destined. An Sheng, our regrets have been forged and can never be undone. Then, don't keep looking back, don't continue to struggle with past, understand?"

An Sheng nodded: "I understand, I just feel that A-Niang's death is suddenly like a net, causing me to scramble left and right, and I can't get rid of this regret and guilt."

In particular, it was God who gave him a chance to be reborn, but he couldn't save his mother's life.

Leng Nanxian lowered his head, gently pulled the corners of his lips, and said softly, "My mother also became ill from overwork and was lingering on the bed at the beginning, and she was helpless to ask a good doctor. Fortunately, I met my master, who helped my mother continue the three years. I have to carry my life, so I will be motivated to study medicine, hanging on the beams, forgetting to eat and sleep, just to find a way to keep my mother.

It's a pity that the sky is not what people want, and my mother finally ran out of oil and died, and she passed away and left me. Therefore, I feel your regret. To save the world, I just don’t want everyone in this world to be like you and me, watching my loved ones helplessly and unable to do anything. "

An Sheng raised a pair of misty eyes and looked at Leng Nanxian. This was the first time he mentioned his relatives to himself, but he didn't expect it to be such a bleak experience.

Are the two counted as connected? When he accepted himself, was it more pity than admiration?

Leng Nanxian looked at her watery eyes, and couldn't help but softened in his heart, raised his hand and slowly stroked her hair: "When my mother died, she told me that every mother would accompany her When the child grows up, even if he dies, he will not leave, but turns into tears in my eyes.

As long as I am strong and don't cry, she will always be there for me in my eyes. So, I don't cry, no matter how difficult or hard, I want to keep her forever, even if it flows into my heart. Over time, it became stronger. "

"However, I only feel that there is only grievance in my eyes, and only when I cry, will I feel less grievances in my heart."

Leng Nanxian laughed and joked: "But you are really ugly when you cry. Others are pear flowers and rain, and you are lightning and thunder."

One sentence made An Sheng burst into laughter: "It's okay if you don't comfort me, you're still joking."

"Cry when you cry, laugh when you laugh, after all, you're just a little girl." Leng Nanxian said helplessly.

"Master is so old-fashioned again, and you are not much older than An Sheng." An Sheng wiped his eyes embarrassedly.

"One year older is also older, not to mention, I am your master."

An Sheng grinned, as if it was what Leng Nanxian said, he was just a child, and he could throw his troubles away in an instant. But only she knows that the flame of hatred in her heart has been rekindled. Madam Lian, Mrs. Xue, she started to feel impatient.

The door was suddenly pushed open by Qianzhou: "Young Master, Miss Ansheng, dinner is open!"

The two were still very close, An Sheng's eyes were red, and he was still about to cry.

Qianzhou smiled awkwardly: "Hey, I'm going to serve the meal."

He turned and fled, impatiently.

An Sheng wiped his tears in embarrassment, Leng Nanxian took a step back, and wanted to take a handkerchief from his sleeve and hand it to her, but he felt empty. Then I remembered that when I was in the Hou Mansion, I took it out and wiped the sweat for An Sheng.

An Sheng took out the handkerchief from his arms and wiped his face indiscriminately: "Wash it after a while and return it to Master."

Leng Nanxian has recovered the coldness on his face: "Keep it for yourself, you like to cry so much, so be prepared."

Turning around and walking to the door, he turned around impatiently and said angrily at her, "It's time to eat!"

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was a little weird, the four people bowed their heads to eat, and no one spoke.

Mrs. Feng's fried pancakes were delicious, with scrambled eggs in shrimp paste, and small salted fish fried to golden brown on both sides, An Sheng could eat a large one every time.

However, Leng Nanxian didn't like the smell of salted fish and shrimp paste, so he sat a little far away and only chose a few other dishes to drink porridge. He felt that he seemed to have less and less status. Sister Feng was asking about An Sheng's preferences when cooking for two or three days in a row.

Qianzhou lowered his head to eat porridge, looking a little worried.

In the end, Sister Feng couldn't help but speak first: "Master, this girl An Sheng has always been very hardworking and well-behaved."

Leng Nanxian raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.

"Actually, who doesn't make a mistake, do you think so?"

Leng Nanxian didn't understand what Sister Feng meant by what she said, so she just said "um" softly.

"In the future, look, if she makes any mistakes, those insignificant ones, just teach her a few words, she will understand it at a bit, and she will definitely be able to correct her mistakes."

Even An Sheng was inexplicable, turned his head to look at Mrs. Feng, Qian Zhou just continued to drink porridge with his head down.

"Lessons? Why teach them?" Leng Nanxian finally couldn't help asking in surprise.

Sister Feng glanced at Qianzhou: "Just now, just now Qianzhou said, An Sheng was aggrieved by your training, and I felt bad about it. After all, girls are thin-skinned, and they want to come along with the wind and drizzle. "

An Sheng's mouthful of salted fish almost didn't get stuck in his throat.

Leng Nanxian glanced at her and said indifferently, "If you do something wrong, you should be punished."

Thinking of Shicai's embarrassment, An Sheng felt that it was not a refutation, nor would he not refute, and he murmured, "It's because I have shallow eye sockets and I can't bear the grievances. Master taught me the right lesson."

Leng Nanxian glanced at Qianzhou coldly again: "If the weather is good tomorrow, I will take out all the medicinal materials to dry, and be careful of insects."

Qianzhou knew that he was being implicated again, so he raised his head with a sad face: "Young Master, it's almost late autumn, where are the bugs?"

"Prevention." Leng Nanxian spit out two words coldly.

Qianzhou instantly felt that the future was bleak and gloomy.

"Master, if I can cry and act like a girl like An Sheng, will you be softer towards me?"

An Sheng's face immediately began to burn.

Sister Feng slapped the back of Qianzhou's neck with a slap: "An Sheng is a little girl, you are a big man crying, what does it look like?"

The atmosphere suddenly became jubilant, and several people laughed lightly.

Qian Zhou shrank his neck and sighed: "The first time I saw Miss An Sheng, I knew that in the future my position in the medicine house would definitely be taken away, as expected. If I had known this, I should not have interceded for her in the first place. stay."

An Sheng glared at him angrily: "I will help you tomorrow, so as not to put on a bitter face and say that Master is biased."

"Now the young master is clearly biased. If you make a mistake, he will just reprimand you for a few words. When you cry, he will be soft-hearted. As for me, if I say one wrong sentence, I will be punished as a coolie, endlessly."

Leng Nanxian also rolled his eyes at him: "That's because your skin has become thicker and thicker now, and you are shameless and skinless. The two reprimands against you are quickly forgotten."

Qianzhou turned his face to look at An Sheng's shatterable face, touched his face, and sighed in frustration: "I have no face and no skin, I was trained by you, sir? Maybe one day, Miss An Sheng will be like this too. ."

An Sheng snorted softly: "Tomorrow, you will be busy yourself. Suddenly, I remembered that my prescription for today has not been sorted out."

"Don't!" Qianzhou begged: "Seeing that you are all frowning, it's just to make you happy."