C15 Sour Sugar Hawthorns

Wei Baiyu packed the amber beeswax in a small suitcase, tied two small bidding signs in red knots around her waist, and walked out from the left side of the gambling den's front door.

His strange appearance attracted the attention of the children.

He smiled at the child with the plaited hair and took out a red hawthorn wrapped in sugar skin from his palm. He asked, "Have you seen a lame scholar in a crescent robe?"

The child held the candied hawthorn in his mouth and looked at the embroidery and embroidery workshop out of the corner of his eyes.

Liang Su had a bad reputation in Nan Yang.

The history teacher of Kong Descendant International High School had fallen in love with the young miss of the Wei family in Nanyang. The aunt in the neighborhood had said several times that Wei Lianye had been angered to the point of being hospitalized.

The child's curiosity was greater than Mount Tai's.

He had secretly gone to the hospital to take a look, and the old man was a little miserable.

The child squinted his eyes and looked at Wei Baiyu. He was a thin youth and looked like a good person. He licked the sweetness in his mouth and said, "Mother said he wasn't good."

"Why are you looking for him? It's better to stay far away from him."

Wei Baiyu found his reaction funny and deliberately teased him, "He is my husband. He is very good at executing the new six arts of the Kong International."

The child did not fall for it: "Which student union would call their teacher a cripple?"

"Fine." Wei Baiyu's face fell, "He took my mosquito net Su Xiu."

The child enviously said that you have money.

Su Xiu was very expensive at that time. Not to mention the hem of the cheongsam, even silk flowers were expensive.

Wei Baiyu was never worried about these things. Miss Fu spent money like water in the mountains, while he spent money like a waterfall, "My TangTang is very good at earning money."

He put his hands on his waist, "She gives me a lot of small yellow croakers every year."

The child was taught very seriously by the old teacher in the school. With a straight face, he criticized Wei Baiyu's idea of living off a woman and said, "It's an old system for girls to stay at home. You, a man..."

Wei Baiyu stuffed his mouth with candied hawthorn and said, Your mother is calling you home for dinner.

The child ran off like a wisp of smoke.

Wei Baiyu watched him run into the alley like a wild cat. He squinted his eyes and walked into the embroidery workshop - the child he caught just now said that Liang Su was inside.

The embroidery workshop could bring the old Su Xiu to exchange for the new one.

When he found Liang Su, he was touching the rolled-up Su Xiu. He asked the gorgeously dressed lady boss, "Does the qipao look good?" Wei Qingyu had always wanted a qipao.

When she was overseas, she wore a small dress, and it didn't feel safe at all.

But who would dare to make a qipao with twill Su Xiu?

The lady boss couldn't help but laugh. Just as she was about to say something, Wei Baiyu picked up the roll of chinos. Miss Tang had told him about the material used to make a qipao, "Have you heard of a real one?"

Liang Su looked at his outfit, "I've heard of the Fragrant Cloud Gauze and the brocade."

Wei Baiyu smiled, "My sister likes the qipao made by Hang Luo."

Liang Su said, "How could I not know what your sister likes better than you?"

Wei Baiyu indeed didn't know as much as him.

In his memory, Wei Qingyu had always been the same as when she was young.

She was wearing a flag uniform with exquisite embroidery and a pair of flower pot shoes. She imagined that when she grew up, she would marry a powerful general like the ancestor of the Wei Clan.

He was a useless scholar. A pen couldn't kill.

But now, she wanted to marry a useless scholar.

Wei Baiyu looked at Liang Su's face and suppressed his anger as he grabbed a rice ruler and measured the length of the cloth, "Are we going back to South Street together?"

Liang Su paused: "You want to investigate me?"

"TangTang is living on South Street this year." His fingertips poked at the embroidery on the edge, his eyes were sparkling like the stars in the winter night, "But you did remind me of something important."

"Observe me up close?" Liang Su raised his eyebrows.

Wei Baiyu looked at him without saying anything.

He had his own plans, but he wasn't Wei Qingyu's Liang Su.

Wei Baiyu found a very sour hawthorn in 1949.