said that on the way back to the town, Han Guining sat in the carriage with a calm face and did not say a word. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info money shopkeeper only felt that the temperature in the car was getting lower and lower, and he shrank back to the corner of the car.

Halfway through, Han Guining spoke: "Do you know you're wrong?"

Seeing him speak, the money shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, the appearance of the son not speaking was too scary.

"The old slave knows that he is wrong, and he shouldn't talk nonsense without understanding the situation clearly. He said cautiously.

"No, you don't know what you're doing wrong. I have always called you Uncle Qian because I am also grateful for your dedication to me over the years. But don't forget, if you call me a son, then what kind of status I have in your mind, do you understand?

The money shopkeeper was startled, and hurriedly knelt down: "Childe, the old slave is wrong, the old slave has been a little carried away recently, and he has forgotten what his surname is." The old slave will not dare in the future, the son is the master, the old slave is the servant, and whatever the son says in the future will be what he says. As he spoke, he prostrated himself and touched the ground with his forehead.

Seeing this, Han Guining's anger in his heart dissipated a little, and he raised his hand slightly: "Get up." ”

The money shopkeeper got up at this time, and felt that his back was wet.

"I don't care what you have to say about Miss Xiaohan, you have to remember one thing, that's the person I like in Childe, and even in the future, she will probably be your mistress. So you can't be disrespectful to her!"

The money shopkeeper trembled, raised his head and touched the determined look in the child's eyes, and quickly lowered his head and whispered.

After a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Childe, why do you think that Miss Xiaohan is beautiful? If you want to be smart, it's just a little smart, and it's all used for livelihood, not talent. Like that kind of lady, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, you can be considered smart. ”

Han Guining smiled, and he didn't know why he recognized her. Ever since the day she sold spicy cabbage, his eyes couldn't help but be attracted to her. And if you really like it, it should be from that night when she sang the song "Blind Date and Love Family", at that moment, the emotional singing and the happy and warm atmosphere of the Lin family made him deeply intoxicated. A feeling that I had never felt before, and at that moment time seemed to stand still.

He untied the burden next to him, which was a return gift from the Chen family when he left. Inside are a few catties of home-made rice crackers, as well as four-cornered rice dumplings.

Chen also specially told him how to eat this zongzi: after peeling off the zongzi leaves, cut the zongzi into circles, then heat the pot, brush oil around the pot and the bottom of the pot, and paste the zongzi on it. When it is browned, change to the other side and continue to fry until both sides are browned. This is called fried dumplings.

He stretched out his hand and took a rice biscuit and put it in his mouth, eating it slowly, feeling the sweet taste, which was also made by Xiao Han himself.

He thought, what is the meaning of everyone who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the actions are very boring. How can Xiaohan behave naturally and be smart and lively. If he can be with her, his daily life will no longer be pale, but colorful. She was a ray of sunshine that shone into his gloomy heart. She is a spring breeze that melts away his long-frozen heart......

The shopkeeper saw that the son was eating rice crackers with an intoxicated expression, smiling silently, and his eyes were different kind of gentleness. I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand.

He was in his forties, but he had never loved a woman. No, there was once a woman, beautiful and gentle, like the moon in the sky, which made him look up, but he was ashamed of himself and did not dare to approach, and could only occasionally see her figure in his dreams......

It's a pity that the shame is thin, but the hateful thief is too ruthless. In order to avenge her and be worthy of her entrustment to me, I will also serve my son well. The money shopkeeper secretly made up his mind.

For a while, the two of them were thinking about their own thoughts, and there was silence in the carriage, and only the sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the ground could be heard......

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At the same time, after He Mu returned home, he sat at the table and was stunned. He also heard Xiao Han's words to keep Han Guining just now, but he had already left and it was not good to go back and listen to what they had to say.

Only Han Guining's laughter was faintly heard, and it was a while before the sound of the carriage leaving.

He felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and many conjectures came to his mind, and he began to suffer from gains and losses.

Seeing his son like this, Zhang sighed and panicked. She also saw that Han Gongzi seemed to be a little special to Xiaohan, but she didn't have any good way to help her son.

Speaking of which, it is because of his own poverty and lack of confidence.

When I was worried, I heard a call from outside the door: "Brother Mu, auntie......"

It was the voice of the vernal equinox, hey, why did he come? The two looked at each other and hurriedly went out the door.

I saw the spring equinox running in with a box in his hand, and Xiao Han followed behind with a basket and a smile.

When He Mu saw it, he was overjoyed, hurriedly greeted him, and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

The spring equinox was fast, and he said it first: "I'm here to send you snacks, it's from Han Gongzi, it's delicious." ”

"There are also rice dumplings, which were wrapped on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, but because there is something at home, I have not been able to send them, and I just sent them to you today." Xiao Han took it and said, then handed the basket to Zhang.

There are six four-cornered zongzi in it, eight were sent to Han Guining before, and now six are sent to He Mu, and there is not much left in their house.

She didn't want to send snacks, because she was afraid that He Mu would mind. But the spring equinox said that there were good things to share with Brother Mu. In his mind, Brother Mu is very good to himself, and he thinks of him when he has good food and fun. So he left a few pieces of those dim sum, thinking that He Mu had never eaten them, so he sent them over for him to taste.

He Mu refused to eat it, but he didn't follow the spring equinox, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked him if it was delicious with wide eyes.

He Mu had a snack in his mouth, he didn't swallow it, he didn't swallow it, and he felt astringent in his heart. Seeing the expectant eyes of the spring equinox, I had to nod, stretched my neck and swallowed it, saying that it was delicious.

The vernal equinox was delighted and grinned. Xiao Han saw He Mu's expression and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, so he paused, and just told him that he would go to study at home if he had nothing to do in the past few days.

When He Mu heard this, his mood suddenly improved, and he quickly nodded and said that he would go when he was free.

Xiao Han refused Zhang's retention, got up and left with the spring equinox in He Mu's reluctant eyes.

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The next day was the seventh day of the first lunar month, and my uncle came over with his two children.

He was embarrassed to explain that the two children had been clamoring to come, and he couldn't help it.

However, it is exactly what he wants, since the last time he heard Xiao Han talk about the characteristics of Western painting, he has been thinking about this matter recently, but he doesn't know the point. I also heard Xiao Han talk about the technique of "sketching", he tried still life sketching at home, and painted the changes of light and shadow seen by his eyes, but he always felt that the brush was not easy to use, the speed was not fast, and he still couldn't do it.

He told Xiao Han about this distress. Xiao Han thought about it, so he went to the kitchen to find a thin wooden strip and threw it into the stove to burn it into charcoal, then took it out with tongs and put it in the water. With a "whoosh", a puff of white smoke rose up, and after a while, the charcoal cooled.

Xiao Han cut the charcoal into two sections, and then asked Lixia to cut the charcoal smooth, about the size of a soybean, and then found a cloth to wrap the charcoal carefully, only one end was exposed, and finally tied it tightly with a rope.

Qingming and Xiaoxue had long forgotten about listening to the story at this time. Several people looked at Xiao Han in surprise, not knowing what she was doing and what was the use of this charcoal.

I saw that she took a piece of paper to practice writing, and used charcoal to "brush" a few strokes on it to outline an outline, and after a few more strokes, a strange figure came out.

"Who is this person, why do I look so familiar?" Chen Qingming muttered.

Xiao Han couldn't help but smile and continued to draw, but didn't answer.

"I also feel familiar, ah, isn't this your cousin?"

Everyone looked at it, but it wasn't it. I saw that Qingming on the picture had a big mouth and bared his teeth, which was exactly what he looked like when he ate snail noodles that day. Underneath is a short body and limbs. It turned out that Xiao Han used modern comic techniques.

"Hahaha!" everyone laughed in unison, and Xiao Han's laughter was crisp like a silver bell.

Qingming blushed, snatched the painting, and looked at her with a sad look in his eyes: "Cousin, do you have such a grudge?" Just said a few words to you, you still can't forget it, as for painting me so ugly? Cousin is a beautiful man in Yushu, and his image has been ruined by you." ”

Xiao Han shook his body, as if he wanted to shake off the goosebumps. Laughing and laughing, he was so narcissistic at a young age, and he was still in the wind, his body had not grown at this age, and he was still childish, just a little boy.

"You're far worse than my brother, and you're embarrassed to boast about yourself. It's called a comic, do you understand it? Then he explained in everyone's confused eyes: The so-called comics are exaggerated ways to depict a fact, which begins with the form of ugliness and ends with the pleasure of beauty, so some people call comics the art of ugliness.

"Oh, it turns out that you are trying to make me happy by scandalizing me!" Qingming said indignantly.

"That's right, you're so smart. Xiao Han praised.

There was another burst of laughter, which fully proved the purpose and charm of the comics.

Chen Qingming vomited blood, is this irony or sarcasm?

Angry, he was reluctant to throw away the painting, but carefully folded it and put it in his arms. Looking at this painting, I want to turn my grief and anger into strength, and the longer it is, the better it looks.

This remark drew laughter from everyone.