"Don't look at it. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Wang Liyun's tone was calm and waveless.

She didn't have to look at it, she could guess what was written on the letter.

Thinking of the difficult situation she and her late aunt had been in the Wang family all these years, she couldn't help but sneer.

It was the Wang family that gave birth to her and raised her, but it was the Wang family who made her wish that she had never been born in this world.

Xiao Nian cautiously glanced at her face and didn't say anything more.

only whispered the sentence "slave and maid obey orders", and walked out of the inner room with the letter.

Wang Liyun was still sitting in front of the window, looking up at the night sky outside the window.

As the night deepened, the bustling city of the city gradually quieted down, pedestrians returned home in groups, and several lanterns on both sides of the street were extinguished due to the burning of candles.

At the corner of the street, Ding Ziyu, dressed in a brown shirt, was cleaning up the paper, ink and other things on the stall table.

After falling off the list, he started to do the work of helping people write reading letters on his behalf, but in the past, the sun came out in the daytime, but today he took advantage of the begging festival, thinking that there were many people outside at night, so he came out at night.

But the business was not good, and after sitting for two or three hours, he only wrote a letter for an old man, but because he saw that the other party was old and pitiful, and his clothes were shabby, he did not accept the money.

One night is equivalent to not earning a penny, and the paper and ink money is pasted upside down.

This business is done, how to see how it is capricious.

When Ding Ziyu walked all the way back to his residence, he was close to Zishi.

saw that the oil lamp was still lit in the room, and Qian Yingming had not stopped.

"Why doesn't Brother Qian sleep yet?" Ding Ziyu took off the book basket on his shoulder, and said to the figure behind the curtain: "The doctor has told me many times, it is better to rest as soon as possible during the period of recuperation. ”

"Where can I sleep. Qian Yingming, who was leaning on the head of the bed, said gloomily: "It's not a way to do this for a long time." ”

Ding Ziyu sat down at the table and poured half a bowl of cold white water into the coarse porcelain bowl.

"yes. He also frowned slightly, and said: "Now there are three years left before the next Spring Festival, and in these three years, you must have to find a way to make a living." ”

Writing letters is only a stopgap measure, and it is not intended for long-term.

didn't hear Qian Yingming answer, Ding Ziyu guessed that he must be worried, so he persuaded him: "Brother Qian, your injury has not healed, now you should give priority to recuperating from your injury, as for other things, it is not too late to make plans after you have healed——"

Qian Yingming was injured while saving Feng Jiwen.

Although it's not very kind, his help is really unflattering, but one yard is one yard, and it is the same as what the family should do.

From asking the doctor for diagnosis and treatment, to grabbing medicine, to buying supplements, and sending people to visit, they were all handled by He Shen and Feng Jiwen personally.

Considering that Qian Yingming was now injured at home and needed expenses, he asked Liu Quan to send some silver money over - but Qian Yingming refused to accept it no matter what, and even blackened his face on the spot, feeling that his dignity had been trampled on.

It is said that a gentleman is not subject to food.

Feng Jiwen was not too surprised by his reaction, and did not force him to accept this 'food that came to him', but only instructed Liu Quan to send some ingredients and snacks when he sent supplements, so that he could help with the points.

In this way, it was just a different way, but Qian Yingming didn't say anything more......

Although Feng Jiwen can't always help Qian Yingming so vaguely, before he recovers from his injury, these are what she must do.

Ding Ziyu obviously knows this, so he will give Qian Yingming a priority in recuperating from his injuries, and it is not too late to make plans for the rest in the future.

Qian Yingming didn't seem to think so, he looked preoccupied, and he couldn't close his eyes and fall asleep.

Ding Ziyu is no better than him.

In addition to worrying about his immediate livelihood, he also has a feeling of concern that he can't talk to others.

I heard that she was not only left with a brand, but now she has a permanent position.

She is not a calculating person, and she has never been good at socializing with people, so how can she protect herself in such an environment?

He had no other luxury now, only hoped that she could live as peacefully and comfortably as possible.

He fell asleep with a soft sigh.

Ding Ziyu only felt that he hadn't been lying down for long, and he woke up to a knock on the door.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that the sky outside was already bright.

The knock on the door was not urgent, but he slept lightly, so he was able to wake up immediately.

Through a curtain came the sound of Qian Yingming's even breathing.

Ding Ziyu got out of bed and went to open the door.

The person who came was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old half-year-old child, but he was not short, only half a head lower than Ding Ziyu.

He was dressed as a neat little girl, and when he saw that the person who opened the door was Ding Ziyu, he grinned and raised his hand to salute, and shouted "Mr. Ding" in style.

Ding Ziyu recognized the child at a glance.

Isn't this the little guy next to Shu Zhi?

The one called Onoko.

Ding Ziyu smiled back, and asked with a smile while taking him to the courtyard, "I don't know why the little brother came here today?"

Hearing him politely call his little brother, Xiao Yezi scratched his ears embarrassedly, and when he got to the hall, Ding Ziyu asked him to sit down, he couldn't help but get up even more, stood aside with a smile and didn't dare to sit down, but had a bit of a well-behaved appearance, and said to Ding Ziyu: "Our old lady and little boy asked me to pass a message to Mr. Ding, and by the way, ask what you mean——"

Ding Ziyu asked suspiciously, "Oh?".

There was a movement of Qian Yingming turning over on the side, and Xiao Yezi glanced at it curiously.

"It's a good friend who lives together. Ding Ziyu explained with a smile.

Xiao Yezi nodded and withdrew his gaze, and then explained to Ding Ziyu the reason why he came this morning-

Ding Ziyu was very surprised when he heard this.

Feng Yinglian and Feng Shuzhi both intended to let him return to Yinglian's mansion to continue teaching Feng Shuzhi's homework, so they sent Xiao Yezi to ask him if he was willing to agree.

"What about the previous gentleman?" Ding Ziyu asked.

This is good news, but he doesn't want Lord Yinglian to deliberately do it in order to help him because of the hardships he is living now—he can't let others lose their jobs because of him.

"What do you mean by that gentleman surnamed Zhou?" Xiao Yezi said busily: "There is a funeral at his home, and he has gone back to his hometown in Shaanxi to mourn! ”

Ding Ziyu listened to it, and then it became clear.

But there was some hesitation.

Although this Mr. Zhou has something at home, he will come back sooner or later.

It's always good for him to 'take advantage of the situation' and take advantage of this loophole to take someone else's position.

"Why don't you just go-"

Ding Ziyu hesitated, and suddenly heard Qian Yingming's voice.

He turned his head to look, only to see Qian Yingming, who was wearing a middle coat, walking out from behind the curtain.

"It's a pity not to go to such a great opportunity. Qian Yingming, who had just woken up, said in a somewhat cold tone as always.

Xiao Yezi had already heard of his 'great name', and he had seen it from afar behind Feng Shuzhi when Qian Ying told the imperial court that day.

At this time, I couldn't help but look at him quietly.

Qian Yingming frowned as if he had looked at Xiao Yezi.

At this glance, the expression on his face was slightly stagnant.

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ps: Recently, I have a lot of things at hand, plus I am not feeling well, and I fail to update the number of words, I hope you will forgive me, and strive for early change tomorrow, more more, bow. (To be continued.) )