"When did you come?" Mei Jinrong turned sideways.

"There's nothing going on at school, so I'm here, don't I miss you, how do you know that you're chatting with the little girl, what's the matter, looking for the little daughter-in-law behind my back? However, this is a little too small, hey, girl, how old is it? ”

"Stay away, this is Miss Fang Xuanfang, her maternal grandfather was my father's teacher, and today she is accompanying her grandmother to celebrate her birthday." Mei Jinrong was very serious when she introduced, at least in Fang Xuan's eyes, and after speaking, Mei Jinrong looked at the little girl again: "This is Qin Xiaotian, who is currently teaching at the School of Architecture of National Southeast University."

Just after the introduction, Fang Xuan, who was originally lacking in interest, suddenly had a light in his eyes: "School of Architecture? Sir, do you know the book "On the Significance of Chinese Architecture in the West"? Fang Zhenle reads, has dabbled in many fields, a few days ago he was obsessed with architecture, Fang Zhenguo went to a friend's house to be a guest, thinking about his little sister at home, so he took the book on his shelf. This book not only pursues what Mr. Hu Shi said in terms of language: "There is something in words, not imitating the ancients, paying attention to grammar, not moaning without disease, not talking about battles, and not avoiding vulgar words and sayings." It is completely different from what Fang Xuan has learned in the past, simple, straightforward, humorous language, and although it is talking about Chinese architecture, it is mixed with many Western architecture, which makes Fang Xuan feel fresh, and he read through a book in less than a day, and then he studied it repeatedly.

"Little girl, are you still interested in architecture?" Hearing Fang Xuan mention his book, Qin Xiaotian suddenly became interested.

"Nope." Fang Xuan thought about it seriously and denied Qin Xiaotian's judgment.

"What?" It seems that I didn't expect to get such an answer.

"I'm just interested in reading, only specific types, and I haven't thought about it yet." Qin Xiaotian didn't expect a twelve-year-old girl to say this, and he suddenly didn't know how to continue, but didn't he come with the intention of ridiculing Mei Jinrong? Why did he feel like he was choking on a little girl right now?

"Ah Rong, where did you find such a little girl?" Qin Xiaotian pinched his throat and put his hand on Mei Jinrong's shoulder.

Mei Jinrong felt uncomfortable when she heard Qin Xiaotian's voice, and when she saw the little girl's puzzled eyes, she slapped Qin Xiaotian's claws off: "Qin Xiaotian, stay away from me." After speaking, he looked at the little girl who was still thinking about something, the little girl's skin was white, and under the flowing light, she could see a layer of fluffy on her face, and now her brows were tight, like an old pedant, but her small mouth was pouting unconsciously, and Mei Jinrong laughed in her heart.

"The book you said, if I'm not mistaken, was written by this guy, it belonged to the name of the academy at the time, if you want, there are many in my study, take you to pick it up, okay?" Mei Jinrong leaned over slightly, and her voice softened a lot unconsciously.

When Fang Xuan heard this, he pulled out of his thoughts, and then looked up at Mei Jinrong seriously for a long time: "Does the Ninth Master also like architecture?" ”

"That's not it, when the book was first printed, this guy moved ten boxes to my house, and it hasn't been delivered yet." After Mei Jinrong finished speaking, she glanced at Qin Xiaotian beside her, who had turned around to talk to the beauty.

"Oh, too, the Ninth Master doesn't look like a book lover." After speaking, Fang Xuan turned around and left.

These words came unexpectedly, and without waiting to thank him, Mei Jinrong, who was inexplicably sarcastic, stared at the person in front of him who had turned to leave. The little girl walked steadily, but because the upper half of her hair was tied in a bun, she inevitably walked and swayed, and she always felt like she was laughing at herself.

Fang Xuan finally followed Mei Jinrong to the study, downstairs to push the cup to change the lamp, staggered, Fang Xuan was really uncomfortable, just Mei Jinrong said that he wanted to send the book to him, Fang Xuan proposed that he could go to the study to see.

The Mei family's study is very large, except for the doors and windows, almost the entire wall is filled with books, classified according to different contents and languages. Fang Qingli often buys books for her, but this is the first time Fang Xuan has seen such a scene. Fang Xuan glanced at Mei Jinrong who was following behind him, remembered the tone just now, pursed his lips, and pinched the hem of his skirt with his little hand, "Mr. Mei, can I" Mei Jinrong looked at Fang Xuan, and her heart was clear, but she didn't dare to speak rashly again, for fear that the little girl would be blown up by what she said.

"Look, my father should have to talk to Mrs. Meng for a long time, you can take a look." After speaking, Mei Jinrong was afraid that she would be nervous, so she raised her legs and stepped in first.

Fang Xuan remembered that he had been taught by Fang Qingli since he was a child, and he needed to learn how to deal with people: "The East China Sea is wide and deep, and it is humble to a hundred rivers; Although the five mountains are tall, they do not rebel against dirt and dust." After reciting two sentences silently, Fang Xuan raised his head and said to Mei Jinrong lightly: "Thank you." After speaking, he turned around to look at the book on the wall, the little girl's voice was delicate and soft, she was embarrassed, and her voice was even softer, but there were only two of him in the study, Mei Jinrong still heard it very clearly, and clearly drilled into her heart.