Whenever the demon girl made a noise in bed and couldn't be quiet, Zhu Ping'an would throw a brain teaser, so that he couldn't hear the demon girl's laughter for the rest of the day, and it seemed that the whole person was not good.

Why can't I answer a question, but whenever that kid says the answer, he always teaches people a feeling of enlightenment. A few questions in a row have led to some doubts about life.

The demon girl on the bed leaned back, looking at the young man who was struggling to write under the afterglow of the sunset, and there was an indescribable feeling.

As the sun set, Zhu Ping'an finally wrote a policy and a four-book eight-strand text, dried the ink, and put it on the side of the table corner, and put it together with the similar Qing Dynasty eight-strand champion text in the copied memory, and left it for a good comparative study in the evening, studying the strengths of the Qing Dynasty's eight-strand champion text, and carefully examining his own shortcomings, in order to improve his writing ability of the eight-strand text. With my current level, there is probably no problem in passing the children's exam, but if you want to take the hometown exam, I am afraid that it will still be a little difficult, so I have to continue to work hard to improve.

In the evening, Zhu Ping'an went out of the room, brought back some stir-fried vegetables and cakes, and after returning to the room, he divided the stir-fried vegetables and cakes into two parts, one for himself to eat, and the other for the demon girl.

"Why don't you have alcohol?" The girl looked at the food handed by Zhu Ping'an, pursed her lips, flipped through the stir-fry with chopsticks, and didn't find any meat, her mouth was even worse, she looked up at Zhu Ping'an, and said sadly, "Why don't you have a piece of meat, you treat patients like this?" ”

"It's good to eat some, those pills of yours almost dried up my money bag." Zhu Ping'an glanced at her, replied lightly, and lowered his head and continued to eat his own food, relishing.

A female thief still hates this and that, and treats herself as a lady.

Zhu Ping'an ate the three cakes with relish, and the girl ate them for a long time, but there was still one cake and most of the dishes left.

The cakes and vegetables were bought at his own expense, and in line with the principle of not wasting it, Zhu Ping'an ate the leftover cake of the demon girl and ate it one bite at a time. At the end, with a full burp, he poured another cup of hot tea and drank it along the rim of the cup.

"Giggles, you can really eat it, it's a pig." The girl held her chin and looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile.

"I don't dare to rob you of the same zodiac." Zhu Ping'an replied lightly.

Ignoring the girl's next reaction, Zhu Ping'an repacked the plates on the table into the food box and carried them to the lobby. When he came back, Zhu Ping'an brought back a futon.

The girl blushed slightly when she saw this, although she said that she had been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, but she slept in the same room with a man, this was the first time, although the other party was still a teenager who had not grown all her hair, but it still made the girl a little red.

"You, you go to sleep on the ground." The girl said and sat down on the bed first.

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing with the futon!"

Zhu Ping'an didn't look at the girl who grabbed the bed, and laid the bedding on the wooden floor by herself, fortunately this is the second floor, and the wooden floor is laid, otherwise the humidity of early spring will definitely not be able to bear it.

After laying out the futon, Zhu Ping'an sat at the desk by the window, lit the oil lamp, picked the wick up with a needle, and put it in the corner of the table. Then, he wrote a policy and a four-book eight-strand essay on the table, picked up a copy of the Qing Dynasty champion eight-strand text, and compared and studied it with great interest in the oil lamp.

After a period of comparative research, I circled my own policies and four books and eight strands, wrote and painted, and left my feelings for future use.

The girl on the bed slept in her clothes, her eyes opened from time to time to glance at the young man who was reading at night, and the hand hidden in the cup was holding the dagger tightly

She was still a little weak, and because she had just drunk medicine, it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

When she was alarmed by the sound of clothes being beaten, the girl on the bed opened her dark eyes vigilantly, thinking that someone wanted to make a mistake while she was asleep, holding the dagger tightly in her hand, ready to go, secretly blaming herself for being blinded by the young man's polite paving and diligence in reading at night, how could she not see someone's sanctimonious virtue.

What caught the girl's eyes was that Zhu Ping'an, who was neatly dressed, was putting a cross-body schoolbag on his body, methodically stuffing the books on the desk and a simple brush into the schoolbag, and holding a worn-out black wooden board between his arms.

Outside the window, it seemed that it had just dawned, and through the window, you could see a pale black sky with a few sparse residual stars.

"Why are you going?" The girl's voice was hoarse with a new awakening, and it became more and more sultry.

"Morning exercise." Zhu Ping'an didn't raise his head, and checked his schoolbag intently, and only replied after confirming that nothing had been left behind.

This person didn't even look back, it was really a piece of wood, and he was nervous all night.

The girl watched Zhu Ping'an disappear into the room with her schoolbag and a black wooden board, pouted at the closed door, and then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In the early spring morning, the temperature is still a little cold, the sky in the east has just revealed the white of the fish belly, the air is full of the smell of morning light, everything is pure and refreshing, like a faint ink painting, the ink painting, filled with the fragrance of the morning light.

Not far from the inn, Zhu Ping'an saw three or five people supporting each other stumbling from a distance, and everyone from afar could smell a pungent smell of wine.

Nima, I said how there is a fragrance on the street, it turns out to be the smell of wine! Zhu Ping'an's face darkened.

"That little brute waist last night."

"It's good to sing, it's good to live."

A few drunken men walked crab steps, and muttered itchy words in their mouths.

When the three or five people came closer, Zhu Ping'an was slightly surprised to find that these people who came still knew each other, it was Uncle Zhu Shouren who was walking with crabs, and the puddle of meat that was almost piled up to the ground on the other side was the fat friend of the uncle, who seemed to be drunk and unconscious at the moment, and the other three were also his fellow villagers, and they were all staggering and drunk at the moment.

"Uncle early, several uncles early." Zhu Ping'an bowed.

"Hey, isn't this a child, where are you going?" Uncle Zhu Shouren asked vaguely with his tongue open.

Another fellow villager didn't wait for Zhu Ping'an to answer, so he smiled with a big tongue, "I know, well, hehe, I saw Ping An Lang go out the night before yesterday, and when I got up and went outside to find some food, I saw Ping An Lang was eating at a stall. ”

"Hehe," the rest of the drunks laughed when they heard this.

The pungent smell of wine, mixed with inferior rouge gouache, tasted very unpleasant, which made Zhu Ping'an take two steps back.

"Brother An, I'm shy, haha"

Several drunken men walked crab steps, staggered, stumbled around Zhu Ping'an, laughed and walked in the direction of the inn.

Zhu Ping'an looked at their stumbling figures, with a painful look on his face, it was not worth it for his family.

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