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Yang Mei took three steps and walked in two steps, directly blocking Huang Haojun's sight with her figure.

She stretched out her hand to hold Ma Youwei's arm, and pushed the person towards the gate of the embroidery workshop. She turned her head and narrowed her eyes to look at Huang Haojun.

"Young master, please respect yourself." Yang Mei said with a serious face.

Huang Haojun's eyes were chasing Ma Youwei's back just now, but now hearing the old woman's displeasure, he hurriedly lowered his face and bowed to Yangmei.

"I was rude just now, so please don't blame me."

Yang Mei twitched the corners of her mouth, and said neither salty nor indifferent: "Young Master, it's good to know that I'm rude.

Although the old woman is ignorant and ignorant, she also knows that the words of the saints should not be ignored.

If the young master wants to release the charm that has nowhere to be placed, it also depends on the occasion and with whom. "

After Yang Mei finished speaking, without giving the greasy man any chance to argue, she nodded to the shopkeeper, turned and left the embroidery workshop.

Ma Youwei was hit by that gaze just now.

Fortunately, after being pushed out of the embroidery workshop by the mother, the cool autumn wind blows, and the whole person wakes up a lot in an instant.

She adjusted her mood, and waited for her mother under the entrance of the shop next door. The flush on her face was slowly fading away.

After Yang Mei came out, she didn't preach to Ma Youwei on the spot, but walked over quickly and said "go", like an old hen, she quickly left the scene protecting her cubs.

Huang Haojun in the embroidery workshop just felt ashamed.

What happened just now?

He was taught a lesson by a vulgar old woman with the words of a saint?

Huang Haojun laughed angrily, and asked the shopkeeper what the origin of the old woman and girl were.

The shopkeeper of the embroidery shop secretly complained in his heart.

Huang Haojun is the young master of the biggest profit-making businessman in the town. He has an aunt who married into Fucheng and became a concubine for the governor. She has a backer behind her.

This master claims to be suave and suave, rich and beautiful, and spends a lot on matters between men and women.

Before reaching the age of weak crown, the family has already raised three or four Tongfang girls.

I heard that last month, I fell in love with the daughter of an old scholar in the next town, and tricked the little girl's heart with sweet words. As a result, this girl never thought about marrying the daughter of an old scholar.

Later, the old scholar brought his daughter to the door of Huang's house and made a fuss.

In the end, Huang Haojun relented and carried the old scholar's daughter in to become a noble concubine, which made the old scholar very angry.

Everyone talked about this after dinner, and they were all worthless for the father and daughter of the old scholar.

But men and women love this kind of thing, and it can't be slapped.

Some sympathized with the old scholar's father and daughter, and some admired Young Master Huang's good means.

The shopkeeper of the embroidery shop actually looked down on this kind of rich kid who claimed to be romantic but actually was dirty, but he had to bow his head to serve him because of the yellow and white things.

"Young Master Huang, don't make things difficult for me." The shopkeeper of the embroidery workshop bowed and begged for mercy.

Huang Haojun sneered, and slapped the folding fan on the table, "Don't tell me, right?

Okay, I don't want that Baifu picture book, Master.

If you want to earn this young master's money but you don't want to serve this young master well, you want to eat ass! "

Huang Haojun turned around and was about to leave.

The dog-legged boy grabbed the folding fan and lit the shopkeeper with his hand, with a playful smile on his face.

The shopkeeper of the embroidery shop has a heart.

Holding the hem of his robe, he hurriedly chased after him, "Young Master Huang, calm down, we have something to discuss..."

Huang Haojun just put on a show, and soon went down the donkey and returned to the embroidery workshop with the shopkeeper.

After weighing the two sides, the shopkeeper still had to bow his head to the "evil money" and sold the situation of Ma Youwei's house.

On the other side, the mother and daughter Yang Mei and Ma Youwei who had already found a tea shop to sit down were also talking about what happened just now.

Yang Mei said bluntly to her cheap daughter: "That young master who is full of nouveau riche looks like he is not an honest gentleman. If we meet in the future, he will hide as far away as possible."

Ma Youwei was holding the teacup in both hands, she was a little absent-minded, she was kicked by Yang Mei under the table before she came back to her senses.

"Thinking of what?

Silly girl, don't you be thinking about that greasy ordinary man just now? "Yangmei was half annoyed and half tired.

Cooperating with what she just said, this stinky girl didn't listen to a word?

The stories in this book are really killing people, they lead a good girl's life into love, stupid, sweet...

Ma Youwei withdrew from her wandering thoughts, and explained with a bit of shyness: "Mother, I don't."

"No best.

What Mother said to Ji Li earlier applies to you as well.

My mother is also a person who has experienced it. She knows that a girl of your age is just beginning to fall in love. She has only a half-knowledge about love and love, but she also has beautiful fantasies.

My mother also wants to help my daughter maintain this preciousness and beauty. In this life, there is only one rainy season like this. "Yangmei's eyes were burning, but her tone was very peaceful.

It was the first time Ma Youwei heard her mother say such words to herself, and she was moved for a while.

"mother......"

Yang Mei patted Ma Youwei's hand lightly, smiling kindly: "Listen to your mother.

Youwei, mother knows that you like reading story books, mother does not object, after all, this is also a hobby.

Niang just hopes that you can clearly distinguish the difference between reality and the world of stories.

Don't be affected by the unrealistic love and love in the stories in the storybook to affect your cognition and judgment.

The so-called story of moths rushing to the flame for love in order to break free from the shackles of the world is evocative.

But you are also from a farming girl background, you should know that poor and lowly couples are sad.

Things like love actually have a shelf life.

When the firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea in real life become the pressure for two people to survive, how long can the power of love support them? "

Ma Youwei thought that she had been covering it up very well. So, did mother already know about her secretly reading the storybook?

Ma Youwei has the shame of being exposed, but also the clarity of being enlightened.

Although Niang is just a peasant woman, she has eaten more salt than she has eaten rice. What Niang said is indeed very reasonable.

In many stories, the male and female protagonists elope for love. Despite the strong opposition of external forces and relatives, they still insist on their choices, never leave, and cherish each other.

But this is just the side that the author of the storybook shows to their readers.

Just like Niang said, when true love meets the cruel test of survival, will they have no regrets for the choices they made?

Ma Youwei suddenly felt that what she had fantasized about was all beautiful, but she ignored the embarrassment of a hero who can't die without a penny in real life.

Just now, when the well-dressed young man looked at her with such surprise and burning eyes, Ma Youwei's heart was rippling.

The love at first sight in the story of the story is a glimpse at a casual moment or occasion.

The reason why Ma Youwei's heart was pounding like a deer was that she had substituted herself as the protagonist of the story.

The "love" she had imagined came so unexpectedly, which made her feel dizzy and unreal.