The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 981 Ch.980 Vanessa of Lengsong Town (Memory·Disclaimer·Optional)
Vanessa lived in the second row of brick houses on a hill in Cold Pine.

Today is her wedding day.

Yes.

She had met all the qualifications for getting married. Her brother and mother were overjoyed and wanted to stir the porridge in the jar again and again to create the aroma of meat out of nothing.

She was not a lady from a rich family, but she was a pretty girl: long satin-like hair, a slightly upturned nose with a slightly unruly tail, an inward-turned mouth, and a small face that made people like her at first sight.

She has grown up and can become a man's wife and bear his offspring.

This is the season of youth.

The girl fantasized about her mighty and brave husband and their wonderful and happy married life - everyone doing their own job and returning to their own place, this was the happiest scene she could imagine.

Is he a lumberjack?
Or a hunter?
A bricklayer going to work in the city?
shoemaker?

Working in a pub?

Vanessa hugged her knees and leaned against the faded wall.

The tangled spider web above her head reflects the girl's confusion and expectations.

'He has a beard.'

This was all her mother told her.

Before marriage.

How would my mother describe me to him?
"A good wife who is good at embroidery and sewing, hardworking, gentle and beautiful, and so skillful that she doesn't even need a buffalo at home - she can wash clothes like new, and occasionally pick up a few stupid fish that have been hit and killed in the cracks between the rocks in the river..."

Vanessa thought about it and covered her mouth and laughed.

Stupid fish.

Stupid girl.

The girl was obsessed with fantasy.

She did not expect her husband to be like the elegant, graceful and steady noblemen who were passed down from mouth to mouth or in stories - she herself was not one of those ladies whose skirt was enough to buy the entire Lengsong town.

She just wanted a man who was rough, stuttered, sullen, and always stole glances at her waist while she was working.

then…

Pounce on me?
Vanessa ah Vanessa.

You have no shame at all.

Her brother gave her a bunch of flowers picked in the morning. Her mother made her drink porridge and read aloud the wife's responsibilities - a list of 'dos' that she had memorized since she was an adult and now knew by heart.

then.

The mother crushed some pine branches and used some charcoal to draw a Libra symbol on her forehead.

She is getting married, but she can't take anything with her.

There is only myself and the white veil on my face.

Husband, oh husband.

What do you look like?
Vanessa walked a short distance and was caught by another hand. Just as she imagined, the other's hand was rough, strong and frighteningly large. He had a deep voice and stepped on the dead leaves in the forest like a heavy bear with broad feet.

"I'll take you home."

The husband said.

"From today on, you can call me Piris."

Mr. Piris.

Piris husband.

My good Piris, my dear, the Piris in me, whom I love and love again and again.

Outside the white veil, the road is vaguely visible, Piris's arm, his wavy brown hair, and his strong back.

Piris.

Vanessa read it over and over again, feeling like a slut as she smiled.

"Will we be happy?"

she asked quietly.

Piris didn't answer immediately. He used his other hand to push away the overgrown bushes and thorns, then whispered to her: According to the rules, a wife cannot speak before arriving at her husband's house.

The girl in the white veil stuck out her tongue.

So gentle.

she thinks.

If he were a bad husband, he would probably pull her arm hard and scold himself in a tone like a bear's roar.

She is so lucky.

Vanessa thought.

Piris's home was on another hillside. It was like a cold stream that came from one end of the canyon without a purpose, went around Lengsong Town, and went to the other end of the canyon without a purpose.

Have they ever seen each other across the mountains?

"arrive."

Piris said.

Instead of taking off her veil as was customary, he left her at the door and went to knock on it alone.

soon.

Another pair of footsteps rustled closer.

Her veil was lifted.

She is an old woman with a wrinkled face.

She had a pair of triangular eyes that were about to close, and her cloudy eyeballs seemed as if someone had blown smoke into them, always filled with unclear emotions.

"Vanessa."

Pierce's mother wiped her hands on her apron, her mouth and body filled with a strong smell of fish.

She wore a gray cloth headscarf and a light blue, old-fashioned dress with many patches on it.

"Vanessa..."

She chewed on Vanessa's name and looked her daughter-in-law up and down.

Thin arms and legs, not broad shoulders - but a pretty face...

"You need to give Pierce a baby as soon as possible."

said the mother.

"Of course, it's better to be a boy."

Vanessa happily responded: "That's my wish too."

The old woman stared at her without saying anything. She winked at her son and turned back to the brick house.

Pierce scratched his chin, which was hidden in the thicket.

“My mother is a good person,” he said. “You have to help her.”

Vanessa was as happy as a sparrow jumping among the dead leaves. "It's a good thing I'm here, isn't it?"

Pierce smiled innocently and led her into the house.

Their house was not big, but it was better than Vanessa's - at home, her brother and mother lived in the biggest room, and she only had a small place that was no bigger than a tree hole.

But it was different when I got to my husband's house.

She was the mistress of the Pierce household, wasn't she?
Every morning, the hostess would carry a wooden basin, like other married women, to wash clothes downstream of the cold stream that crossed Lengsong Town: they washed clothes for themselves, their husbands, and their children. Generally speaking, the one with the highest status had the most clothes in the wooden basin.

Because it proves that she is 'capable'.

If the basin is full, all the women will be jealous.

This was Vanessa’s first time here, and in the past her mother had always been alone.

She was a little nervous, so she just held the basin and hid at the farthest and shallowest end of the stream. She took out Pierce's big socks, shirt, Pierce's mother's apron, head wrap and underwear one by one, and found a stone that looked good to her and scrubbed them.

The women were happy to chat, and many of them came to talk to her.

"Oh, the Pierce family."

They said.

"Your husband is as strong as a bear."

Vanessa didn't understand the slightly obscene private conversations between women. She opened her clear eyes, as ignorant as a sparrow falling into a trap.

"Yes, he is like a hunter."

The women whispered to each other and pointed at her with evil smiles.

“We’re not talking about hunters, Vanessa,” the old woman said. “We’re talking about bigness.”

Vanessa didn't quite understand.

The women were a little surprised, but that made sense—Vanessa was a new wife, and wasn't Pierce a new husband too?
These young people need some education.

The mutual education and exploration between them is like a hunter exploring the forest and the forest exploring the hunter.

They said she understood things quickly and was able to join in their conversations quickly.

Vanessa is looking forward to it.

Because this is gradually overlapping with the future she imagined.

"I'm going back to cook," she said, blowing out warm air on her frozen hands, rubbing them a few times, and picking up the wooden basin - she had fewer clothes, so it took the least time: "See you tomorrow."

Vanessa said.

(End of this chapter)