Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty Seven

one It snowed overnight. The snow is said to be clattering down, small ice balls sandwiched in the snow, rolling like rice grains from the heights of the mountains towards the valleys, and when the sky finally dawns, the snowflakes dance wildly.In a blink of an eye, the world was white.The villagers of the three surnames woke up from their dreams in the middle of the next day.Sima Lan put on her clothes, stood in the snow in front of her house for a while, and paddled the snow towards Lan Shishi's house, but when she reached the alley, she heard someone calling.He turned his head and saw Du Bai's younger sister, Zhucui, coming out of the Du's alley.The alley is as white as a piece of white cloth stretched out.Zhucui walked on the cloth, as thin as a needle.

He said, "Zhucui, you are just like a needle sewing cloth." She glanced at him, holding a dustpan, and there was a broom in the dustpan. It was obvious that she had just come out of the mill and was going to return the dustpan and broom to someone else.After hearing Sima Lan's words, she ignored him and walked away from him.He kept chasing after her, thinking that if she was going to marry anyone in this life, he would be very unlucky.Thinking of her thinness, if men lie down on her, who will be cut to death by her bones like a knife.He sighed for her, and when he was about to turn around, he didn't expect her to stand up suddenly, took the broom in her hand, put the dustpan on her head to cover the falling snow, and said, "Cousin Blue, let me ask you something." talk."

He said, "Ask what?" She didn't say anything, she just looked at Sima Lan from a distance in the snow. He was anxious: "What are you asking?" She remained silent, seeing him staring motionless, in a daze. He left, the white sound of pulling the snow was cold and loud.But when he was about to turn to the Lanjia Hutong, she said something earth-shattering behind him. She said: "Cousin, I want to invite a matchmaker to your house to propose a marriage. Will you marry me?" He was stuck in the snow for a long time before turning his head around again. He heard the sound of his neck and feet turning like a cracked wooden shaft of a city gate.

He asked: "Zhucui, what are you talking about?" She said, "Cousin, I want to marry you." He said, "I've been engaged, and forty. We're just as good as hell." She said: "I know you bought her a piece of red cloth, but if you marry me, I will serve you like a donkey in a mill." He said, "How old are you...you are as thin as a needle." Zhu Cui looked at Sima Lan for a while, then turned and left without joy or sadness.Snowflakes rattled the dustpan above her head. Seeing Zhucui sticking into another alley like a needle, Sima Lanfu turned his head into the snow and didn't want to go to Lan's house again.Suddenly, something stirred in his body, and he found it funny and warm, as if he had found something he was looking for accidentally on the road.