Wei Huaixin felt that something was wrong with him recently. Ever since he accidentally saw Xie Qinqin's back in the Wentang Pond in the back mountain, he had dreamed of doing evil things to that skinny monkey-like boy again and again at night.
He was so frightened that he didn't dare to sleep for three days, thinking that he had been away from Chang'an for too long, where there were so many beauties, and that he had broken his sleeves in a military camp full of rough men.
Xie Qinqin felt that something was wrong with the way Wei Huaixin looked at her recently. She had only seen that look with a hint of resentment on lovesick men and women in the city. The more she thought about it in the dead of night, the more she became afraid. Xie Qinqin wrapped her little quilt tightly, he must be a broken sleeve!
Later, Wei Huaixin drank so much that he lost consciousness and ran into the small garden at night: "Xie Xiaojiu, don't be afraid, I really am not a broken sleeve!"
Xie Qinqin held a stick in one hand and a knife in the other, his face full of sincerity: "I believe it!"
You believe it! Wei Huaixin slammed the door and left!
Later, when he returned to Chang'an, Wei Huaixin fell into a trap at the Wedding Banquet. He trapped Xie Qinqin in a rockery cave and kissed her again and again. He cried and couldn't stop: "I said I didn't have a broken sleeve. Do you still believe me?"
Xie Qinqin wiped the saliva from his face. It was difficult to tell the authenticity on his dark face, but he still said the same thing: "I believe it!"
Wei Huaixin was so angry that he lost consciousness and risked his life to hold the man in his arms.
At this point, rumors spread in Chang'an.
Purpose: People's livelihood is difficult, but our generation can strive for self-improvement