The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 557 Setting 56 The Ascetic and Unintentional Buddha (3)

The Flower Festival, also known as the "Flower Festival", is one of the few grand festivals in this dynasty.

In previous years, Wen Xiu would go outing with her mother to enjoy flowers in the countryside.

However, this year she obediently stayed at home with her mother, waiting for her future husband to come.

The fact that Wen Xiu was kidnapped by bandits was widely spread by the villagers as early as that night.

The villagers all thought that her innocence had been ruined, and while sighing, it was inevitable that they despised her a bit.

Even the few young men who were originally interested in her now move lightly when passing by Wen Xiu's house, for fear of being discovered by her and used as cheap husbands.

Wen Xiu didn't have a big reaction to this.

After all, Fozi said that her husband would treat her well.

Because she was going to meet her future husband today, she got up early and dressed up.

She has an extremely beautiful appearance and is a well-known beauty in the village, otherwise she would not have attracted two bandits to snatch her away.

Today, she specially put fragrant red cherry blossoms on her ears, which made her cheeks even more beautiful. Because of the anticipation of the visitor, her watery eyes are even more charming. One look seems to give people's souls away. Hook away.

Elderly mother Wen had a daughter like Wenxiu in her 50s. Her daughter's husband had an accident when she was three years old. She worked hard to raise her daughter, hoping that her daughter could find a good family to entrust her for life.

Who knew something like that would happen!
The daughter came home with dusty clothes and never mentioned what happened to her.

As a mother, she didn't dare to ask for anything else when she saw her daughter go home, let alone ask what happened to her daughter.

After waiting month after month, her daughter's spirit gradually stabilized, and her hanging heart gradually relaxed.

Today, when she saw her daughter thinking about dressing up, and thinking that her peers in the village who were the same age as her daughter were already married or engaged, her heart felt like it was being fried by fire, or boiled in water, and she couldn't describe the feeling. ah.

"Mother, does it look good?" Wen Xiu, who hadn't dressed up for a long time, turned her head to look at the old man behind her, with a smile in her eyes, it was the purest and most beautiful time for a delicate flower.

Mother Wen walked tremblingly to her daughter, stroked her cheek with her rough fingers, and said in a warm voice, "My daughter naturally looks good no matter how she dresses up." It's just a pity...

It's all her fault that those two damn bandits ruined her innocent daughter!

She couldn't help feeling sad, afraid that her daughter would recall her sadness, so she hurriedly turned her head away from her daughter, and hurriedly raised her hand to wipe away the tears.

Just at this time someone knocked on the door, Wen Xiu didn't care about her mother's mood, and ran out with her skirt in her hands.

A gap opened in the door. She breathed tightly and looked at the person, blinking her eyes as if she couldn't believe it.

The young man was wrapped in a green shirt, with short straight hair on his red-blue scalp, he didn't shy away from her smile, and handed it to her in a soft tone: "I'm bothering you, I wonder if I can give Xiaosheng a bowl of millet. "

The most beautiful smile burst out on the woman's beautiful face, like the most beautiful flower in the world. She did not take the golden bowl, but took the young man's hand and walked into the inner room.

"Mom, my husband is here to find me."

The soft sunlight shines on the young men and women holding each other, exuding boundless tenderness.

In the gaps on the chai gate, the branches of snow-white pear blossoms sway in the wind, and petals fall one after another, dyeing the spring light all over the place.

In the world of mortals, there is no escape from the word "love".

(End of this chapter)