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And it just so happened that although Nie Xiaoqian's Zhuangyuan Bridge and his Langyuan Bridge were far away, they were connected by a moat.

Therefore, the two ghosts of them can be regarded as living next to each other.

Nie Xiaoqian's every move reflected the surface of the water, and he couldn't hide his eyes.

But just now, Nie Xiaoqian left his sight and followed a scholar who had fallen out.

This made Nanaya panic, always thinking that something bad was going to happen.

Seven Nights' hunch was correct.

Soon, bad things came right away.

Ning Caichen brought 300 Wen to the Yamen the next day to redeem his inkstone pen and ink, but he didn't expect that the people from the Yamen told him that after the next night, he would have to pay an extra 250 Wen for storage and overnight fees.

Ning Caichen argued: "This is a bright and sunny sky, how can you allow you to wantonly loot people's property, you are ignoring the law and discipline......"

Before he could finish speaking, he received a stinky kick in the chest.

"Stinky poor sour, if you can, you can go and sue Lao Tzu!"

After speaking, he also spat a few mouthfuls of noble foam in the direction where Ning Caichen fell to the ground.

Ning Caichen's face was bruised, he had never been insulted and wronged like this, he sat on the cold ground, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Thinking of being beaten out last time, and being kicked out and foaming again this time, Ning Caichen's glass heart was shattered into slag.

Once a person has suffered a deep mental blow, he will either be discouraged or he will be ashamed and courageous. And Ning Caichen became the one in the middle, disheartened, and left his face behind and became brave.

Counting the years, even children have not been admitted for many years. Even if he is admitted, he only gets a stepping stone, and he has to go up two levels to be qualified to be a county yamen official. Ning Caichen turned his mind for a long time, and felt that the road of scientific research was basically hopeless.

And doing a small business or something, it is inevitable that he will be humiliated by that tolerance again, and Ning Caichen stopped thinking about taking this path again.

What should we do, then?

Ning Caichen, who couldn't figure out what to do, was sad.

This sadness made him go to the bridge again to look at the scenery.

There are two bridges in the town, one is called Langyuan and the other is called Zhuangyuan, both of which are stone arch bridges flying across both banks.

The two bridges are not far apart, but Ning Caichen always takes the Zhuangyuan Bridge when he goes home, so he always likes to wander around the Zhuangyuan Bridge.

This wandering, I met Nie Xiaoqian again.

"We've been so close lately, Ning Caichen!" Nie Xiaoqian didn't dare to show up during the day, and said with a smile in the bridge.

"Yes, yes!" Ning Caichen said perfunctorily.

For the ghost in front of him, he may have seen it too many times, and he is already a little surprised.

"Without fate, how can we see each other every day?" Nie Xiaoqian continued to say to herself.

"Yes, yes!" Ning Caichen continued to respond absentmindedly.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't notice that this was in front of her house. If a person hangs in front of your house every day, it will be difficult even if you don't want to meet him. Currently, the premise is that you must be at home.

"Are you a scholar?" Nie Xiaoqian thought of her champion and suddenly asked.

"Maybe so. Ning Caichen was silent for a while and gave an ambiguous answer.

"What do you mean maybe? Yes, yes, no, no. What do you mean maybe?" Nie Xiaoqian was confused. \

Ning Caichen couldn't answer.

This question hurts my self-esteem.

Let's say yes, he is not even the most basic child, and only by becoming a child can a reader become a recognized reader in the traditional sense. Let's say no, he's been reading books for so many years, and his identity is so much higher than that of ordinary ordinary people, which makes him suddenly admit that he is not a scholar, which makes him a little unacceptable.

Seeing that Ning Caichen didn't answer, Nie Xiaoqian didn't ask any questions for the first time.

The two were silent for a while, and Nie Xiaoqian finally couldn't help it, and said melancholy: "Do you know Zhuang Yuanlang? I have been waiting for him here for many years." The fortune teller said that my husband was a champion and that he would pick me up on a tall horse. But I've waited so long, and I haven't seen him come. ”

Ning Caichen didn't know what to say.

There has been no champion in the town for many years, and naturally there is no champion Lang riding a high-headed horse through the streets for her Nie Xiaoqian to see.

"Alas......" Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas......" Ning Caichen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Even the ghost wants to find a champion to be his husband, no wonder, he Ning Caichen is already in his forties, and no serious girl is willing to marry him.

The light of the day, in the silence of the two of them, was faintly dispersed.

On this day, Nie Xiaoqian did not follow Ning Caichen back.

Ning Caichen walked and found that he was hungry, so he took the hard baked cake he brought and sat under a brightly lit downstairs and gnawed viciously, rolling his eyes while choking.

Sizhu's voice slowly floated out, mixed with the graceful singing of songs, separated by a wall, as if they were two worlds.

On the one hand, the voices of people are boiling, the wine is fragrant and the meat is fragrant, and on the other hand, it is cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

Ning Caichen looked at the dark night alone, and his heart was full of fullness and sourness.

Even with it, the baked cake that was as hard as iron became difficult to swallow.

That desire to get ahead was like a fire, burning more urgently in his heart.

Husband, if you die like this, it's better to never live like this.

However, in this world, what can he Ning Caichen do?

Thinking of this, Ning Caichen finally couldn't eat the roasted cake that burned his throat anymore, and leaned against the wall and raised his head that was about to burst into tears.

Ning Caichen was very depressed for a while.

When he got home, he changed out of his long shirt, put on his short coat and followed his father into the field.

The spring rain is like oil, and the fields full of water are full of handfuls of eye-catching tender greens.

Ning Caichen was dressed in a lily robe, holding a handful of green rice seedlings and bent down.

The water was still a little cold in early spring, not to mention the continuous light rain in the sky.

After a while, Ning Caichen was shivering from the cold.

But Father Ning still bent down to plant rice in such an orderly manner, and the rows of small seedlings neatly occupied the empty paddy field in front of him.

Ning Caichen had to grit his teeth and insist.

If you can't read well, you can't set up a stall to write letters, and if you can't even do the work in the fields, Ning Caichen feels that he is simply a useless waste.

As soon as I persisted, my back hurt, and my legs trembled when I was tired.

As soon as the mud-covered legs stretched out, they saw several wriggling leeches crawling on them.

Ning Caichen was tired and paralyzed on the ridge, he looked at the gray sky, and his heart was an unknown emptiness.

Dudao's life is like a reverse journey, and most of his life Ning Caichen has been reversed, why hasn't he seen the time to run?

The next day, Ning Caichen initiated a low-grade fever.

He has been industrious all year round, and this labor has consumed almost all his strength, coupled with the rain and excessive blood loss, Ning Caichen, who is ready to grit his teeth and persevere, fell ill gorgeously.