There was a five or six-year-old little chubby dun who got a fire fold out of nowhere, and he didn't listen to the story, and chased after two female dolls with pigtails to burn their hair and play. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The two female dolls were chased with tears on their faces, Xia Yejin stood and talked to Qian Yi, and when she didn't pay attention, she saw the female doll rushing towards her like a wind, and there was a fire chasing behind her.

The little chubby dun grinned, and he was not afraid when he saw Xia Yejin, he stretched out his little short hand like a lotus root, and was about to reach the hair of the female doll with the fire fold, Xia Yejin quickly protected the two female dolls in his arms and blocked it with his hand - a large piece of the back of his hand was burned.

Then the tall and big Qian Yi rushed over with an arrow step, picked up the little fat dun with one hand and beat it violently, and the sound of the little fat dun killing a pig came, crying earth-shattering ghosts and gods.

Xia Yejin saw that the corners of her mouth twitched, and she hurriedly went up to rescue the person, saying that it was okay for other children to scare and scare a little, in case someone was injured, it would not be easy to do.

"He deserved to be injured." Although he said so, Qian Yi still put down the little fat dun, straightened his collar for him, and asked if he dared to do so?

"Don't dare." Sobbing.

Qian Yi was stunned.

This time, the other party even stopped crying.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you hurry up and compensate others?"

It wasn't until he saw Xiao Chubby Dun snorting and shaking his short legs to find the two female dolls that the expression on Qian Yi's face softened. In fact, he never cares about the play between children, but this time it is different.

"I'll ask Liu Er to get the ointment for you."

He looked at Xia Yejin.

"It's just a little hot and it doesn't get in the way, what kind of ointment is wasting money?" Xia Yejin said that she was about to withdraw her hand subconsciously, but the other party held her wrist first.

"It's all red." He suddenly approached.

Xia Yejin's body stiffened, and then reflexively wanted to retreat, and realized that his hand was still being grabbed by the other party, so he struggled and wanted to pull out.

"Why did you suddenly squirm?" Qian Yi didn't seem to realize that there was anything wrong with her behavior, and looked at her innocently.

Xia Yejin was speechless, did this person know what he was doing? But he couldn't lose his temper in front of a face that looked so pure and innocent, as long as he glared at him, "I said Master Qian, it's okay for my hand to be burned, but I was caught red by you." ”

This time, Qian Yicai finally realized that he had grabbed other people's hands for a long time, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed, and quickly let go, but there was a look of disgust on his face, "Xia Yejin, are you embarrassed to say it, you will be red when you grab it so lightly?" ”

It's just a slightly reddened corner of his ear, revealing his mood at the moment.

It's raining again.

Jiangnan is already rainy, but this year's rain seems to be particularly frequent. The drizzle, drizzling rain falling on the southerly windy day, gave everything a misty and indistinguishable meaning.

The spring is cold and steep, gentle as the south of the Yangtze River, and in the cold wind and oblique rain, people can't help but shiver.

Qian Yi sat on the wooden bench in the workshop lobby, boredly looking at the small porcelain bowl in his hand back and forth.

It was raining outside, and the workshop was cramped and dim.

A wooden counter with no lacquer standing in front of it, with a curled "Virtue Record" and a wooden abacus that had also been polished and lost its original color. A young man with a melon skin was sweeping back and forth on the counter with a feather duster.

The craftsman in a taupe shirt sat in a small hall, his knees covered with a thick piece of coarse cloth, and he was doing his work carefully and carefully with his head bowed. He was not very old, but perhaps his years of dealing with firearms had made his hands as dark and rough as his face, but this did not affect his delicate workmanship in the slightest.

At this moment, he was holding the narrow flat hammer in his rough hands, tapping the silver bars that had been molten by the coals. The firelight reflected his face, which had been scorched by charcoal for many years, and by the way, Qian Yi's rain-soaked heart sitting next to him also warmed up.

"Your silver bracelet looks a little old...... the young silversmith squinted his eyes, continued to ponder the work in his hand, and after polishing for a long time, he stopped, took the tea cup handed over by the junior apprentice, and took a sip, "To elaborate, our two families can be regarded as having some origins." Back then, Mrs. Qian's jewelry was all given by our ancestors. She had just come to Shaoxing Mansion with Mrs. Qian, and she was so good and delicate, and the neighbors liked to be close to her......"

It is like being stuck in an old thing, like all those who have been sitting in one place for many years without moving, and when he meets a chatter, the silversmith can't stop when he speaks. After chattering for a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses, raised his head from the firelight, and glanced at Qian Yi, "Melt the bracelet, but give it to your favorite female doll?" ”

Qian Yi was startled, but after calming down, he shook his head slowly, "What's the matter." ”

The verbose young silversmith sighed a little regretfully, and went on to polish the very thin bar of silver that had been pounded to the ground.

The rain was still pouring down.

The fine rain ran down the slightly upturned eaves and hit the green plantains under the eaves, splashing with water.

Qian Yi took his eyes off the small porcelain bowl in his hand and turned to the silver under the old silversmith's hammer. At this time, the object has gradually taken shape, and it can be roughly identified as a bracelet with a twist pattern. The old silver bars, even after quenching and polishing, do not show much bright color.

But Qian Yi is such a stubborn person, everything he believes in, even after a lot of hardships, must be achieved. But there may be exceptions, and the exception is that the person is not at all unaware of his hardships.

"You're old too, it's time to think about it...... But when your Qian family speaks, I'm afraid that you won't agree......" The silversmith didn't look up, as if all his thoughts were spent on the ordinary silver chain in front of him, "There are many young ladies and girls in this city who have not yet come out of the cabinet, and when the time comes, find a matchmaker......

"It's a mess out there right now, where is the heart to think about this."

Qian Yi smiled, very unimpressed.

"Lao Qian's family is such a lone seedling as you, so you can't help but be in a hurry...... Alas, how can these years get more and more difficult, the one in the alley next door a few days ago directly wore a red silk and got married, and he didn't even have a firecracker......"

The rain continued to fall, and the schoolboy was dozing off the counter with one hand on his cheek, and the silversmith babbled and turned the conversation to something else. Qian Yi didn't answer again, just stared blankly at the statue in the middle of the hall that was so black that he couldn't see his face clearly. (To be continued.) )