Queen of flowers - Chapter 10
In that short meal, Yong Ruo played a swindler with entertaining spirit, and told Feng Liao a lot of jokes about “public suffering.”
such as:
When an old man died, his wife felt more embarrassed. The old man didn’t like to take a shower and was troublesome. He said that taking a cold bath was susceptible to cold and sickness, and taking a hot bath was costly. He also said that the dirt was left on the body, but it was better kept to block the cold. Why would he wash it? He was an individual with a strong taste. Not taking a bath made his body stink; as a result, people ran away from the horrible smell; no one really dared to be within three feet from him. One time, a kid in his family fancied a girl and asked him to ask for her hand in marriage. He went straight without washing. The girl’s father was ashamed and didn’t want to be his in-laws, so he satirized him to go back and take a bath first, then come to propose! The old man went back wryly to take a bath before going, but he was afraid that the other party wouldn’t agree to the marriage, making him a bath for nothing! So he had an idea, he found a date, bathed and went to the girl’s house and said, Look, my in-laws, I’ve bathed today, can I talk now?
“Left the dirt to protect him against the cold?” Feng Liao laughed with tears in his eyes, “I think this old man thinks too much!” He said in a tone similar to Yong Ruo, “This bath will make him whitewashed! Hahahaha … “
Another story she told:
One time when it rained, someone came back with an umbrella and was almost soaked while the umbrella was dry. Do you know why? Because the umbrella was a new one from someone else, he was reluctant to use it, and held it in his arms, using his own body to protect the umbrella from the rain. In a few days, this good new umbrella was actually broken by a three-year-old kid at his home. The umbrella surface was torn apart, and the strings of the umbrella were broken by half. He wanted to beat the kid. After thinking about it, after all, he was reluctant to throw away the wreckage of this umbrella-he had never used it before! It was a pity to just throw it away like that. So he figured out a way, he found some bamboo strips, connected it to the umbrella strings, and sewed with rags at home. He barely repaired the umbrella surface and covered the umbrella strings. For the next year or two, he only used the rag umbrella. His mother-in-law felt ashamed and advised him to change it to a good one. Others advised his mother-in-law, “You let him use that rag umbrella! If you give him a new one, he will block the rain again!”
In addition to telling jokes about others, she also told funny stories about her family.
For example, one night, the third brother’s hand was bitten by the second brother who shared the same bed. He woke up from his dream in pain. It turned out that a neighbor gave the younger a bone that day. The third brother cleaned it from the meat, and couldn’t bear to throw it away. He didn’t even wash his hands at night, and quietly choked the bones to sleep. In the middle of the night when he turned over, the hand that still had a bit of meaty scent was accidentally planted on the second brother’s mouth. The second brother with an empty stomach, smelling the scent of meat near his mouth, had a good dream, dreaming that he was stuffed with a big leg piece. So he grabbed the “leg piece” and bit it …
The stories were not fabricated. But she reorganized the order of the narration and added some finishing touches to make it more dramatic and fascinating.
And in those ridiculous absurdities, there was an indescribable bitterness.
Feng Liao rested his hands and elbows on the table, leaning forward severely, his eyes that looked at Yong Ruo seemed to be shining. He had completely lost the elegance of a nobleman but instead looked like a child waiting for a story.
His emotions also went up and down, following Yong Ruo’s story. He sighed, laughed, and frowned, sometimes with embarrassment, and he felt alive.
When it was getting late, and the people watching the lights on the street were sparse, An Zimo came in and reminded his master, “It’s time to go back.”
Feng Liao was stunned at first. Then his face showed a strong dissatisfaction.
He looked at An Zimo, then at the street outside the window, and then at Yong Ruo, who was about to get up. Suddenly his face was pleading as he said to Yong Ruo, “Today is the Lantern Festival, so there is no curfew!”
Yong Ruo felt a bit weird, she found his words to be a little strange, ‘Why couldn’t he bear to leave?’ Then he asked An Zimo, “What time is it?”
An Zimo said, “It’s already time!” and persuaded Feng Liao, “Young master, If you don’t go back, ‘Old lady’ would worry and send someone to find you. That won’t be good!”
Feng Liao went silent, then sighed for a long time. He glanced around the table, and then said, “You ask the boss to bring a few food containers and pack the rest of these dishes, and let the girl take them back. “
After speaking, he lowered his head in frustration.
An Zimo hesitated slightly and glanced at Yong Ruo. Seeing that she didn’t feel embarrassed and instead looked forward to it, he stopped talking and went out.
Yong Ruo took a bit of soup and drank two sips slowly. She thought of Feng Liao’s face just now, and he seemed to be a little bit weird, but she couldn’t point out the weirdness. Alas, she didn’t want to figure it out. Anyway, she wanted to leave! At that moment she was concerned about another thing …
Putting down the soup bowl, she asked carefully, “Feng Gongzi, about the twelve silver… …” ‘You promised to give me twelve silver! Don’t break your word!’
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