Fu Manyan found a copy of "Kindergarten Qionglin" from the cabinet under the desk and read it carefully. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The text in the vertical version of info is hard to read, and it takes a little more time to get used to. When she saw the section of "When the Year Old", she silently recited it in her heart: The firecrackers remove the old, and the peach charm is renewed. At the end of the track, it is the first New Year's Day of the new year; The human day is the seventh spiritual day of the first month...... It's still necessary to integrate into this era as soon as possible, at least, to understand the laws of time in this world first.

"The god of the north is called Xuanming, and the god of the north is called Xuanming......" Cherry muttered, but her brain wandered to nine heavens away. Hazy, Fu Manyan saw his modern self, who was also about to be eight years old, wearing light blue rough cloth clothes and pants, and wearing the only ornament on his head - Kitty cat hairpin, given by the orphanage nursery. At that time, she didn't have a surname, and she had always been called by Doudoudou. A room full of children was scrutinized, silent. It was just her, with a shallow smile on her face.

I didn't have time to think about why, I just felt like she had to do it. Two minutes before the important person entered the orphanage, through the long corridor, she saw a well-dressed man pursing the corners of his lips slightly. Her heart was beating fast, and she sprinted into the girls' room to change into her blue clothes. The children in the orphanage wear the same clothes, only two sets per person in a season, and the original dark blue has faded to light blue due to frequent washing. And on this day, there are more children in red.

The man came over like a tour, her heart beating like a drum, and her eyes were slightly wet. You only have one chance, and you have to be different from others. So, she smiled at him. Until she heard him ask how she was studying, she replied affirmatively: she can memorize 300 Tang poems. Then the man raised an eyebrow.

As it turned out, she was right. How many times had saved her from a premonition of distress and helplessness, but for the first time she was so grateful for it. It was her first adventure. Later, when she went to university, she studied psychology so that she could use theory to explain the original conclusions. After all, there are hundreds of people with different tastes, some people like Xue Baochai, and some people like Lin Daiyu. A man who is meticulously dressed and walks with straight legs is rarely a person overflowing with compassion, and the tight corners of his mouth represent pressure, and pressure needs to be easily eased and strength is needed to dissolve. In the first adventure, she got it right. Therefore, the later life can come naturally.

Premonition is the wealth that Fu Yan was most proud of in his previous life.

"The god of the north is called Xuanming, and the god of the north is called Xuanming......" The voice was almost inaudible.

"Third Miss, Third Miss. I ate it. As soon as Fu Manyan opened his eyes, his mind immediately sobered up. It was the wooden fish that came back, carrying the food.

A few people went to the main room and finished feeding without saying a word.

"You sit down and eat, I'll go to the flower hall and walk around twice to eliminate food." Fu Manyan thought of the vegetarian dishes for three consecutive days, and now is the time for him to grow his body, although he has to keep filial piety, he can eat more. casually added, "Let the kitchen add a vegetable soup in the future, and the appetizing kimchi will occasionally come to a plate." By the way, when you eat in the future, you will be called to whisk the dust, and it will be the little girl who watered the flowers. ”

"Yes."

Mu Yu and Bell looked at each other, Fu Manyan had already come out, and went to the flower hall to punch and kick.

After stretching his body, Man Yan jumped up and down for a long time, and returned to the house out of breath. It's almost the end of the unitary hour, so I called the bell to Songhe Hall to inform Ming'er that I would say hello in the afternoon, and called the dust into the house to wait.

"Go, find me a shorter, straighter branch." A green shadow ran out of the smoke. Fu Manyan smiled, sat down at the desk, and asked Mu Yu to take out the commonly used notebook and a stack of words that he had written before. The old paper still glows with the scent of ink, and most of it is copied Buddhist scriptures. Man Yan sighed secretly, there are quite a lot of literacy, you must know that there are many rare words in Buddhist scriptures. After turning over the original work, the ink of the wooden fish is ready. Whisk entered the house with a pile of twigs.

Fu Manyan was happy to see it, it was simply a bundle of firewood. I picked one and said with a smile: "Find a sharp thing, sharpen the two ends of this branch, I will use it soon." Muyu immediately took out a small dagger from the tray of the dressing table, pulled out the scabbard and sharpened it.

Man Yan looked at the things cut out by the wooden fish, was not satisfied, and thought for a moment and said, "Like the feet of measuring rice, I have seen the picture in the book before, and it seems to be called Hu." "Muyu probably didn't know what Hu was, and when he saw that the dust reached out and handed it over. Half a pillar of incense kung fu, the two ends of the branches are sharp and thin, and the smoke is called to whisk the dust from the middle to break into two sections, so that the wooden fish can take a cloth towel to wrap it. Two simple pens are done. I dipped in some ink, tried it, and felt very good, and began to practice calligraphy one stroke at a time.

"The third lady is so smart, I've never seen a pen that doesn't cost money." The wooden fish smiled and turned the ink ingot, and his eyes were bent into two crescents.

"It looks like it's in the book. You go to prepare the water for bathing, and in the evening you are on duty. ”

The wooden fish replied loudly, and his voice was cheerful. Seeing her leave, Man Yan sped up and copied the original hairpin flower, but he needed to keep dipping in ink. Seeing that the dust was still buried in the dust and cutting the branches, "These don't need to be cut." Tomorrow you go to find a thin bamboo pole, the bamboo pole is hollow, see if you can punch a hole to pour ink into it, and then get a pointed end to put it on it. That's what works when it's made. He got up and went to the drawer and took out a piece of broken silver, "You can take it outside and find a craftsman, and the extra money will be used as an errand for you." ”

"Thank you, Miss Three, thank you, Miss Three." Fuchen immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"Get up." Seeing that Fuchen was still kneeling there, Man Yan continued to write and ignored it.

When the bell returned to the house, the dust was still kneeling. He asked, "What's wrong, what did Dusty do wrong?" Seeing that no one squeaked, he said softly, "Third Miss should go to bed, right?" ”

Man Yan put down the pen and looked at the dust, "Stand down, remember in the future, my words will only be said once." ”

"Yes, slave remembers."

The dust receded. Bell took a closer look at Manyan's face, and did not look unhappy. "The old lady already knew about it, and she pulled me to ask how the third lady was recovering for a long time, so that you can recuperate, and you don't have to rush to ask for peace."

"My neck hurts, please don't worry. Do you know why my grandmother hasn't been here these days? Fu Manyan tilted his head, his lips pursed slightly, like a child asking for candy.

"The old lady's face is not very good, and when I got over there, Mama Fang was feeding the medicine." The bell paused, and his voice was extraordinarily attentive, "Third Miss, the slave maid wants to ask, why do you want to go to Songhe Hall after noon, but on weekdays, I go to greet you on the fifteenth day of the first month." ”

Man Yan smiled, "At that time, it was pure. ”

Hehe, psychologists have researched that three or four o'clock in the afternoon is the most relaxing time of the day. An old lady crying her son's name after her son's death, daughter-in-law's death, and her granddaughter's hanging attempt were nervously tense to the limit, and what she needed most was to relax.

As if remembering something, Man Yan rubbed the corners of his eyes and muttered sleepily, "Why can't you see lotus flowers and sandalwood?" ”

"I have to leave one person in the big kitchen until the fire goes out, and Sandalwood stays there to watch these days. Lotus just put away her clothes and quilts and went out. ”

Man Yan wanted to ask why the big kitchen had to be watched by the people in the glazed courtyard, and finally swallowed the question to his throat and nodded. She leaned back in her chair and twisted her neck a few times. When the wooden fish came back, he washed and bathed, felt a lot refreshed, changed into a middle coat and lay down on the bed, and slept peacefully all night after wiping the medicine.