Who can sue her, what kind of "hyperamnesia" person can't memorize a book for Mao?

After many efforts, Fu Jun came to the conclusion that even if she has a brain with a super memory, it can't hide the fact that she is a scumbag.

She is still memorable, ordinary in painting, inaudible in sound, and unable to embroider. All the things that need to be actively memorized to accomplish, she is mediocre. And those things that require talent to do well, Fu Jun's cousin...... Just look at the twitching corners of Fu Zhen's mouth to know a rough idea.

On the contrary, those things that are passively remembered can be firmly stored in the memories of ZÀI Fu Jun. For example, what you ate, what you wore, who said what, whether it was raining or the sun was coming out that day, Fu Geng secretly pinched Wang's hand a few times, etc., these things can jump into your mind when you think about them casually.

But is it useful to remember this? Does it work? The masters don't produce test papers such as "May I ask the eldest lady how many times a day to smirk" or "On the relationship between Fu Zhen's twitching at the corner of her mouth and the incident", right?

Fu Jun couldn't adapt to this kind of gap for several days, and the whole person lost a lot of weight, and he looked a little more beautiful, which caused Fu Jia to find stubble a few more times.

Later, Fu Jun also wanted to open it. Since God had opened a small golden window for her, the remaining doors would naturally be shut. Goldfinger or something, it's good to have one, not to mention that she also opened a plug-in, what else is there to be dissatisfied.

Fu Jun, who let go of her mentality, quickly returned to her original state, and still played the cute Lori diligently, eating and sleeping well every day. It didn't take long for the fallen flesh to grow back, and it grew a little taller, but it didn't look too fat.

Wang felt sorry for Fu Jun's "thinness" and loss of shape, and he fed the soup every day. Seeing that Fu Jun was no longer fat, Wang was very melancholy, and occasionally said to Fu Jun regretfully: "Mother still feels that Sister Tang'er used to pinch her face more comfortably." ”

How did Fu Jun hear and think, did the Wang family use themselves as toys or toys before?

Far away from the battle for stewardship, the autumn evening is in the middle, quiet and serene. The Wang family made up their minds not to touch at all, and even walked around the West Flower Hall.

According to the fragmentary news that Fu Jun heard from everywhere, as well as her own brain supplement, Fu Jun speculated that the long room and the second room have been in a state of stalemate in the selection of several stewards in the big kitchen.

After many wrestling, at the end of August, the candidates for the deputy manager of the big kitchen and the purchasing manager were finally released: the deputy manager was handed over to Sister-in-law Zhang. Her appearance on the chestnut noodle incident left a good impression on both the Zhang family and the Cui family.

And the final winner of the procurement steward was actually a lady Su in the sewing room who no one knew, but it was a big surprise. Fu Jun privately thought that this was the result of checks and balances. It is very likely that Su Niangzi has nothing to do with either party, and she will eventually get the position.

After the competition for the position of kitchen supervisor ended, it was also September, and the weather really cooled down. Every morning, a thin layer of frost will form on Fu Jun's windowsill, pale white as smoke, shining in the rising sun. The west wind blows overnight, and the leaves of the sycamore trees that fall on the ground in autumn will make a crisp sound when you step on it.

Fu Jun has already put on a jacket, and Mama Jiang is afraid that she will freeze, so she will prepare a small cloak every day when she goes to class. Hand stoves are also starting to be used. When learning the piano, the windows were closed on all sides.

Occasionally, on a cool moon and mite night, Fu Jun would hear Liu Fuzi stroking the qin. Although she couldn't hear which song she was caressing, Fu Jun liked it very much.

The sky is high and the clouds are clear, the autumn rhyme is cool, and there is a special vicissitudes in the inaudible sound of the piano. Perhaps, in Liu Fuzi's heart, there are also many vicissitudes of the past. Just like Fu Jun, who has dissipated like smoke in the past, and is now living in another world.

One night in early September, after going to Rongxuan Hall to ask for peace and returning to Qiuxi Residence, Fu Geng did not send Fu Jun back to the West Chamber as before, but took her to the main room.

As soon as he entered the room, Fu Geng took out a plain bag from his arms like a trick and handed it to Fu Jun, with a soft smile on his face. In the warm candlelight, the smile is like a beautiful jade, faint and bright, which makes people forget to see it.

Fu Jun didn't react.

Now she is immune to her father's beauty. However, Fu Geng's move was very abnormal. What do you do with a tip for no reason?

Fu Jun thought about it, took the bag at the same time, and under Fu Geng's instructions, he pulled out the ribbon and took out something from it, but it was a delicate rice bead double-petaled peach blossom pink glass hairpin.

Fu Jun stroked his hairpin, raised his head and looked at Fu Geng suspiciously.

Fu Geng touched the top of her hair and said with a smile: "Ming'er, our sister Tang will be six years old, and my father is afraid that it will be too late to celebrate the birthday of the little birthday star, so I will give the gift first." Sister Tang likes it? ”

Fu Jun was stunned for a moment before remembering that tomorrow is the sixth day of the ninth lunar month, isn't it his birthday? It turned out that this hairpin was a birthday present.

Fu Jun's eyes lit up suddenly, and a big bright smile automatically and spontaneously bloomed on her face.

She's ...... Very, very, very happy.

Because, this is the sum of her two lifetimes, and the first birthday gift from her elders has been recovered. Is this God's compensation for her?

Looking at Fu Geng's gentle smiling face, Fu Jun only felt that his eyes were slightly sour, but his heart was full of swelling, so full that it was about to overflow.

Now she is also a person who has a father's pain and a mother's love. There will be no more cold and sadness, and there will be no deliberate alienation. Surrounded by her are the people who love her the most in this world.

Fu Jun endured and endured desperately before he could hold back the warm wetness in his eyes. She blinked her eyes hard and said sweetly to Fu Geng: "Thank you, Dad, this hairpin is so beautiful, I like it so much." ”

Fu Geng was originally a little apprehensive, for fear that Fu Jun would not like the gift he gave. Now seeing Fu Jun's joy, he couldn't help but be proud, touched his chin and said smugly: "I knew that Sister Tang would like it, and my father would be the best at picking gifts." You don't know, my father and your mother ...... back then."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wang hurriedly interrupted Fu Geng. This person is really, he likes to talk nonsense when he is proud, and he also ...... in front of his daughter

Wang's face couldn't help but turn red, he swept his sideburns unnaturally, and glanced at Huaisu again. Huai Su smiled and lowered his head, and retreated with a room of maids.

Seeing that there was no one around, Wang turned around and went to the west room, and came out with a palm-sized black lacquer box.

"Where did this come from? Why haven't I seen you take it out? Fu Geng asked curiously.

Wang smiled softly: "This is a few days ago/when I was packing things, I used it when I was a child, and I have always kept it in the box." ”

Fu Geng took a closer look, and saw that the small box was indeed some years old, the black paint on it peeled off one or two places, and there were also slight scratches on the copper lock, which showed that it was often opened before.

Wang carefully opened the box and took out a topaz gourd from it.

The color of the jade gourd is sweet and yellow, like steamed chestnuts, there is no trace of variegated color throughout the body, and there is a layer of halo hidden in the warmth, soft and elegant. A small crescent-shaped hole was pierced through the gourd, and a string made of unknown material was pierced.

The Wang family cherished the gourd and put it on Fu Jun, and said softly: "This is the birthday gift from my mother to Sister Tang, and it was given to my mother by my mother's mother back then." You wear it close to your body, you don't have to leave it, can you write it down? ”

Fu Jun nodded obediently and said, "Write it down." He said again: "Thank you, mother." ”

Wang reached out and took Fu Jun in his arms, stroked her hair and did not speak. Wang's biological mother died early, and seeing this jade ornament at this moment, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Fu Geng walked over slowly, took Wang's hand and said softly: "Don't be sad, I will accompany you back to Gusu when I have time in the future." ”

Wang nodded slightly, tears in his eyes.

Fu Jun did not return to the West Chamber that night, but slept in the blue yarn cupboard in the main room. She lay on the small bed, listening to the voice of Fu Geng and Wang in the next room, one light and one heavy, one soft and one slow, two low and soft voices blended together, peaceful and warm. Fu Jun was soon hypnotized and had a good night's sleep.

When he got up the next day, Fu Geng had already gone to Hanlin Academy. Wang got up much earlier than Fu Jun, and was asking Shijiang to comb her hair at the moment.

Because Yingxiang moved out, a big maid's position was vacated next to Wang's side, so Wang simply brought the river up, planning to put it by his side to adjust/teach well, and still give it to Fu Jun in the future. In addition, Qingwu and Qingman were also promoted to second-class maids and placed beside Fu Jun.

Fu Jun has no objection to Wang's training plan. She has always felt that Shijiang has a calm temperament and can be of great use.

Today is Fu Jun's birthday, and Shen's mother personally cooked a bowl of longevity noodles and served it. Chicken soup base, silver silk noodles, soup wide noodles are refreshing. Because I had to go to Rongxuan Hall later, I didn't use green onions, but sprinkled some coriander, which was very tempting to smell.

Fu Jun happily ate Shou Noodles. When the meal was finished, Wang asked Qingwu to take out the glazed peach blossom hairpin and prepare it for Fu Jun's hairpin.

Fu Jun was able to take a closer look at this hairpin at this time.

This hairpin is very delicately made, with exquisite workmanship and delicate carving technology. The rarest thing is the piece of glass. Pure pink glass is very rare, the wonderful thing is that there are natural layers of color on the glass, like the shadow on the petals from shallow to dark, and then carved into peach blossoms by skillful hands, almost chaotic.

Wang also leaned over to take a look at it, and then said with a smile: "Look at this craftsmanship, it's not quite the same as ours, but it looks like it came from Nanyang." ”

"Nanyang?" Fu Jun muttered a sentence.

Previously, she obtained information through various channels and learned that the Han Dynasty in which she lived was very developed in maritime trade and commerce. During the time of Taizong, the old Pingnanhou was awarded the title for his achievements in naval warfare, and the Nanshan Kingdom that the first emperor crusaded against was also located in the West Sea. Judging from Fu Jun's little geographical knowledge, this West Sea may be the Atlantic Ocean in the previous life.