Chapter Eighty-Five: Another Year

It's been a month......

Gently put down the brush and press the bamboo paper with a paperweight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info pushed open the window a little leisurely, and the fine snow particles hit his face, slightly painful and cold. The pedestrians on the street are more lively and busy than in previous days.

Standing silently for a while, closing the bamboo paper on the lectern in the window one by one, sorting and arranging, his expression looked a little helpless and embarrassed, but there was a trace of joy and comfort buried in the depths of his eyes.

Opened the door and handed the bamboo paper in his hand to the scholar waiting outside the door, "You can't wait in the house, every time you make Ziyan embarrassed." ā€

"Is that sincere? You can't let my husband send him to the student's house. Although Murong Fu Xue does not call Zisu a teacher, he still calls himself a student.

"It's not a month ago, and we're not familiar with each other. A month later, Shisu also understood that he was no longer so indifferent and silent in front of his companions.

"But the gentleman has not yet agreed to be a student. Although Zisu promised to teach Murong Fu to learn something, he resolutely refused to accept Murong Fu as a student. Just the thought of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man following her three-year-old doll as a student makes Shisu feel a headache and a stomachache!

"Where's Twilight?" Shiso looked around, changing the subject.

"Ziyan, do you know?" Murong Boxue turned his head slightly, just ask Ziyan this kind of question.

"Uh...... Young Master~, Young Master Chu went to the street again, and he said that when he came back, he brought thirty years of pear blossom brewing to yesterday's non-son. "Young master~, Ziyan has told you, but you only care about when you handed over the manuscript to you yesterday, and you don't listen to me!

"Ha, he still has a conscience. "Less than ten years is wine, more than ten years is wine, and more than a hundred years is ancient wine. "But, Murong, aren't you really going to go home for the New Year?"

This small square courtyard with red and white plum blossoms was bought by Wei Ziqi and Chu Duxue before he left, except for Shisu, even Murong's master and servant paid some money to buy furniture.

A month ago.......

"Young Master Murong, you know everything about yesterday's situation. Out of responsibility for life, I think it's better for you to leave. Chu Duxue's expression was rare and serious, and she clearly conveyed the meaning of Shisu.

Lowering his head slightly, Murong Fu Xue's appearance seemed to be contemplative.

A pair of persistent eyes faced Shiso's deep and deep ink pupils, "I want to be more responsible for knowledge and myself than life." Mr. hasn't agreed to accept Xiaosheng as an apprentice!" The scholar's expression was relaxed, and he couldn't see any nervousness or worry, and took the scholar Shi Shiran back to the guest room not far away.

"What do you need?"

"Money. ā€

"The words of gold and silver~, this son is penniless now. This one is for you, change it yourself. A ten-year-old vermilion fruit was packed in a cylindrical bamboo box made of bamboo with strange patterns the size of half a palm, and Shiso casually took it out of his sleeve and handed it over.

"When will you go?"

"Tomorrow. Wei Ziqi took the bamboo box in Zisu's hand and put it in his arms.

"Twilight, you know everything. What about you?"

"I'm not leaving!Childe, you still owe a small salary~!" Chu Duxue's face smiled, and she couldn't find a trace of seriousness and worry.

"Heh~, you shouldn't have left ......" murmured softly, Zi Su showed a heartfelt smile, "Don't blame this son for not saying it if you lose your life~!"

Chu Duxue waved her hand and walked out quickly, "I'll go to see if there are many people in the Fu Ji pastry shop, if the son is unlucky, he won't have a good fortune today." ā€

Wei Ziqi was also going out, and Zi Su stretched out his hand to stop him, "Wait." ā€

Reaching out and beckoning, four small small, porcelain-like and non-wood-like bottles appeared in his hand, "Maybe it's going to be used." ā€

Looking at the surprise in the man's eyes, Shiso was a little cunning, "You won't say that, right?"

Leaving a sentence gently, Wei Ziqi put away the medicine bottle and left Shiso's guest room.

"Actually, sometimes you don't have to think too much about ........"

Holding his chin with one hand behind his hand, Shisu let out a chuckle for a long time, "The number of lives is just the number of lives, I am waiting for the fate of the lone wolf to come, and now I don't care what I will do in the ethereal future......!

In the afternoon, Wei Ziqi forcibly dragged Chu Duxue out of the inn, and before leaving the next day, a deed with an area of more than 800 square meters appeared in front of Zisu.

After noon, there was a cold man in black with four medicine bottles and a bamboo box in the crowd outside the city gate.

.......

"Suddenly want to go out for a walk, what about you?" It looked so lively outside, like the scene of Grandma's New Year's Day. Since that woman married her father, Lan Ting spent the New Year at her grandmother's house until her grandmother left.

"Students don't go out. Sir, Ziyan can borrow you. The scholar didn't raise his head, looked at the bamboo paper in his hand seriously, and casually sold his own scholar.

"Okay. ā€

Well~...... , Murong Fu Xue looked at the two people who were heading towards the door, frowned and thought for a moment, "Wait!" The scholar caught up with the two who had just walked to the door, "Here!" There was a small money bag in the hand that stretched out towards Zisu.

"Sir, you never seem to have any money, do you?"

"No, I don't. "Just take it now, they won't stop opening a store in Sunny City, right?"

"Yesterday was not a child, you should take it. The young master is very tough. "Because this is the tuition paid by the young master! You don't accept the young master as an apprentice, but you also pay the young master's knowledge, the tuition fee is not easy for the young master to give clearly, but if you don't accept this door, you won't be able to get out."

In fact, Ziyan has always been very strange, why did Fei Gongzi insist on letting others call him Gongzi instead of being called a young master? Maybe it's just a quirk in language!?

"I'll come back and bring you something to eat. ā€

During the Chinese New Year, the custom of the Kagakuin Continent is to eat buckwheat noodles, but for the ancient oriental country with a long history, how can it be counted as the New Year without dumplings~!

Four-fifths of the best pork is lean and one-fifth fat, and shiso doesn't like fat, but considering the rest of the people, it's still a little fat. There are two Chinese cabbages with big leaves, many leaves, and many watery Chinese cabbages, and five packs of sweet and soft mung bean cakes in the pastry shop.

Coming out of the flour row, a bag of finely ground flour appeared on the back of the little boy inkstone. If it weren't for the lack of hands, he would have to grab not only pork and cabbage pastries, but also carry them. If the young master sees that Mr. is carrying so many things, the scene of being chased by the young master and giving lectures is vivid.

The young master's mouth~!!

I saw it the day I entered the city, but I couldn't find any of it today? Shiso's eyes kept searching, but he still couldn't see the red thing.

"Childe, what are you looking for?"

"No!" Shisu's face turned red, a person who looked so big, especially a man looking for snacks for children, seemed a little embarrassing~, what did she ask!?

Resisting the urge to release his spiritual sense to sweep through Sunny City, Shisu's lips moved slightly. A small voice sounded in Ziyan's ears, "Where is the sugar gourd seller?"

Uh~!Ziyan was a little dumbfounded, it turned out that Childe was looking for this again! Thinking of Childe's awkward and embarrassed voice, Ziyan's eyes were irrepressibly smiling, I didn't expect that Childe, who was cold all day long and similar to Young Master Wei, would have such a side.

"Ziyan~!" Shisu dragged his voice slightly, and if he lifted his hair and looked closely, he would find that the tips of Shiso's ears were very red, like red agate.

"Childe, you come with me. Ziyan took Shiso through alleys and streets to a sea of sweets, and the whole street, including the alleys on the side of the street, was full of things like sugar, rice cakes, and sugar gourds.

"In the days leading up to the Chinese New Year, all the vendors selling sweets gather on this street, except for the shops that can't be moved, and you can buy almost all the sweets here. Except for a few things such as Fu Ji's pastries and Xu Ji's halva milk tea. ā€

"You seem familiar with this?"

"I have followed the young master a lot, and most of the city's customs and shops are still known. Ziyan wiped the sweat on his head and said helplessly. His own young master has become a living map.

"Take a break. Zi Su lightly lifted the flour from Ziyan's back, this weight of ten catties was too easy for her in the Jindan stage of cultivation.

"Hey, Childe. Ziyan panicked and grabbed the things in Zisu's hand.

"Who's in charge?"

"Childe. Ziyan reluctantly let go, yesterday Fei Gongzi was more serious than his young master.

"Ziyan, be good~!! Buy you candy to eat. Carrying everything in one hand, Shisu still had the leisure to touch Ziyan's hair like a kitten.

Woo~!What's wrong with you yesterday Fei Gongzi! Zi Su followed the same action, but all the hairs on Ziyan's body were fried.

"Zi Yan, do you know where the Kit Kat Pavilion in Sunny City is?" Zi Su looked at Zi Yan's ghost-like expression, and withdrew his hand as usual.

Ziyan's expression became even stranger, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly and he raised his head.

Zi Su looked in the direction where Zi Yan looked up, and suddenly had an urge to cover his face with his sleeves. The three-story pavilion diagonally facing in front of it, the vermilion plaque with a meter square, and the three huge regular scripts in dark gold on the vermilion plaque are neat and neat - Kit Kat Pavilion.

This time it's really ...... Belch...... There are eyes but no beads, so to speak.......

It's a shame to be thrown home!Woo~!