322: At that time, the young spring shirt was thin (5)

"Brother Ci, my father is having tea in the front hall. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Wei Ci came out of Jiang Pengji's house, and after a short rest, he went to visit his teacher's mansion.

Although Mr. Yuanjing is famous in Kyushu and is the most famous celebrity in the world, this person lives a simple life, the residential area is not large or small, the scenery in the house is very casual, and the scenery in the yard is purchased by himself little by little, with a natural wild interest.

As soon as he raised his hand and knocked on the door, the door had already opened by itself, and a slightly immature, energetic face peeked out of the door.

The one who opened the door was the youngest daughter of the teacher and the most beloved old girl - Zhu Qingning.

Wei Ci smiled and said, "This is another master who is like a god?"

Qingning directly dismantled Mr. Yuanjing's platform, and said playfully, "No, it's obvious that the three or five in the courtyard suddenly ran around happily, and the noise made my father helpless, so he knew that it was Brother Ci who came, so it wasn't as powerful as Brother Ci said." ”

Sanwu is a kitten that Mr. Yuanjing inadvertently picked up, before giving birth to dystocia, it happened that Wei Ci was a guest in the house, so he was pulled by Qingning to help, and finally gave birth to four cats with pure black color, it is estimated that this is the case, Sanwu is very close to Wei Ci.

Because of this incident, Wei Ci was ridiculed by several classmates with good relationships, and of course, there were malicious ridicule.

Those people maliciously ridiculed him, threatening that if he did nothing in the future, he would be able to become a midwife who delivered the woman.

For these malicious words, Wei Ci only smiled and didn't pay attention to it at all.

Thinking of the scene where the teacher was drinking tea in the hall and being harassed by the three or five people, he couldn't help but laugh and smiled.

Qing Ning couldn't help but blush when she saw his appearance.

She took a step behind, followed in small steps, bit her lower lip lightly, and asked shyly, "Brother Ci, did you just come back from visiting a friend?"

"yes. Wei Ci said, "The beginning of March is Master's birthday, so I have to rush back early." ”

Qing Ning sighed, hung her head and said, "So...... Brother Ci remembers what day February 16 was? ”

"February 16?" Wei Ci was stunned for a moment, "Ci knows that February 15 is the Flower Dynasty Festival, what day is this sixteenth?"

Qing Ning looked disappointed, trying to hide the unhappiness on her face, but fortunately she had already arrived in the front hall, so she hung her head and hurriedly said goodbye.

Wei Ci was puzzled, is this child's mind so difficult to understand now?

When Mr. Yuanjing saw his youngest daughter's posture, he frowned and did not say anything directly.

"Master. "Wei Ci saluted.

"No need to be polite. ”

Mr. Yuanjing hugged Sanwu with one hand, and at the same time straightened his messy sleeves, looking a little embarrassed.

Wei Ci couldn't help but smile and said, "If the master can't hold the three fives, let the disciples obey and hold the three five on your behalf." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Yuanjing let go of his hand, and swooped into Wei Ci's arms, finding a comfortable position and lying down.

Mr. Yuanjing pursed his lips secretly, he was hooked by the little young color, and the old man was disgusted.

"I just saw that you and Wu Niang were chatting very happily, I don't know what you talked about?"

Qingning is doing five at home, so many elders call her Wuniang again.

Wei Ci said bluntly in confusion, "Wu Niang asked the disciple, can you remember what day February 16 is......

Mr. Yuanjing sighed and said, "February 16 is Wu Niang's birthday. ”

Wei Ci froze in place, his hand around Sanwu's neck stopped, and he couldn't help but have a ridiculous idea in his heart.

In Weici's view, this is indeed absurd.

He still pretended not to understand, and said with a smile, "It turns out that I want to ask my disciple for a birthday gift." ”

Mr. Yuanjing made a tiger face and pierced Wei Ci's cover-up.

"After February 16, Wu Niang is also thirteen, and it is time to say goodbye. ”

With all that said, it was a bit too much for Wei Ci to continue to pretend not to understand, so he had to smile bitterly.

Ci grew up watching Wu Niang, and she was seven or eight years older than her, just thinking that she was her sister, how could she have these thoughts. ”

"The teacher knows that you live an ascetic life and don't care about these worldly things, but Wu Niang is ...... young," Mr. Yuanjing said this, paused, and asked Wei Ci in a low voice, "This matter, as a teacher, I am happy to see it come to fruition, depending on your wishes." ”

After all, he is his favorite student, Mr. Yuanjing can also be said to have watched Wei Ci grow up, knowing this person's temperament, if he is recruited as a fast son-in-law of Chenglong, it is better, he loves Wu Niang, an old girl, as an old father, he naturally hopes that she will live well.

Wei Ci was startled, and Sanwu in his arms noticed his emotional change, patted Wei Ci with a meat pad, and meowed several times.

"Disciple, I don't mean that. Wei Ci shook his head and said, "What's more, Ci doesn't want to hurt her." ”

In fact, Wei Ci almost got married when he was fifteen years old.

It's just that when the two families exchanged posts, the woman was so frightened that she repented of her marriage.

Not to mention repentance, his reputation was almost ruined.

Now those who are still willing to be friends with him are real friends, and Wei Ci is very rare.

No matter which family it is, if you see Wei Ci's eight characters, who would dare to get married?

Mr. Yuanjing secretly rolled his eyes, Wei Ci's excuse was okay to fool those ignorant people, but it was not enough to fool him.

According to the eight-character proposition, those who believe will naturally be restrained, and those who do not believe will naturally be unhindered.

Mr. Yuanjing sighed, "Well, the old man shouldn't be disgusted by beating mandarin ducks with this stick." ”

Wei Ci's expression froze, as if he thought of something, and there was some meaning to dodge.

"Little girls are the most unqualified, they like certain things quickly, and when they have substitutes, they empathize quickly. Mr. Yuanjing said faintly, "It's almost the end of the festival, and when the time comes, let your wife find a face no less than yours for Wu Niang, and it is estimated that this matter will be over." ”

Wei Ci was slightly embarrassed.

Blame him for his good looks?

Let's talk to his parents about this?

However, Mr. Yuanjing expressed his attitude, which also made Wei Ci breathe a sigh of relief.

He lied just now, he didn't treat Qingning as a sister, he just regarded him as a daughter or granddaughter.

Considering the issue of seniority, he changed his words.

Wei Ci talked to Mr. Yuanjing about something, and then his wife went over, saying that she had something to tell him.

Mr. Yuanjing watched Wei Ci leave with Sanwu in his arms, and was silent, his eyes twisted to the screen on one side of the hall.

"Did you hear it all?"

Qing Ning's mouth was pursed, her eyes were full of tears, bloodshot, and her face was especially tear-stained.

"The thoughts that should not be there are broken early, and the father will find a true good husband for you. Well, there are more good men in the world, although not all of them are as good as their fathers, but there are many people who are not worse than their sons. ”

Mr. Yuanjing loves his little daughter, but he is not unprincipled.

Only Wei Ci is in trouble.

"I'm just ...... I don't believe that Brother Ci will meet his wife and son, his mother, his teacher and his friends, and he will kill the nine clans, I'm not afraid!"

"I'm not afraid of your father, but people have people in their hearts, and you can't squeeze in, so what's the trouble?"

When Qing Ning heard this, she immediately began to cry again.

Father, this is not the same as what was said at the beginning.