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At least that's what Jia Lian meant in his ears.

He always remembered it.

The young man's heart, he has grown so big, only Jia Lian has told him this, and everyone else has never said this except for sarcastic him.

Even his own sister is stammering, and he has never even made cool shoes and socks for him.

So he has always regarded Jia Lian as a bosom friend.

Although this bosom friend didn't pay much attention to him, didn't he also ignore Jia Baoyu.

Holding the pen in his hand, Jia Huan's eyes were a little red, and he waved towards Yingchun and spoke seriously.

"Thank you, second sister."

Yingchun smiled, but it was okay, it was Jia Lian who sent it so much, and he said back after a few words of greeting.

This is the last stop she will send.

Aunt Zhao only knew that Princess Anping had one in her hand from the mouth of the girl's mother-in-law earlier, and she saw it once by chance, so she never forgot it, and at this time, seeing that Jia Lian was willing to give such a valuable thing to Jia Huan, she was naturally grateful and grateful to Jia Lian.

Although now that Wang is seriously ill, she is the only aunt with children in the second room, but those subordinates only flatter them on the surface, and the arrangement in secret continues unabated.

Da Xuan Dynasty, she is called a concubine, even if the Wang family dies accidentally in the future, it will not be her turn to be the master of the house.

So Aunt Zhao is also very grateful to Jia Lian for treating everyone equally, but she can't speak, and the meaning she says is different from what she thinks in her heart.

It is estimated that it is because of the fountain pen, and after a few days, Cangwu Yuan has received gifts from others one after another.

Li Kun was holding a pile of new rice paper, which was very smooth to the touch.

"Thank you for the pen of the second sister, I have tried it in the past few days, it is very convenient and fast, but the paper we use every day is not as easy to use."

Li Kun's face was a little vicissitudes of life, because the housekeeper was a little more active, with a quiet smile on his face.

In addition to being a housekeeper, she also copied Buddhist scriptures for Mrs. Wang.

Whether it is bookkeeping or copying Buddhist scriptures, all you need is hairpins.

But that day Yingchun told her about this kind of fountain pen, she took it and tried it, but she didn't expect the words to be so small and clear.

It's just that because the usual cotton paper is used, the tip of the fountain pen is sharper and harder, and it is not easy to scratch the paper when it is first used.

Later, she inadvertently saw Jia Lan use this greedy play to write on rice paper, which was an unexpected joy.

Yingchun was surprised, took it and tried it, and when he saw that it was really the case, his face was very happy.

The rice paper is smooth, and the pen writes a little more sharply on it, which looks like although the handwriting is small, but it is very atmospheric.

"That's good, thank you, sister-in-law."

walked up to Li Kun and shook her arm coquettishly, Jia Yingchun had a sweet smile on his face, which made Li Kun stunned for a long time.

In fact...... Since Jia's mother drove Jia Yingchun back to the big house, she has rarely seen this sister-in-law. In my impression, the little girl always has her breasts in her mouth, hiding behind Tanchun and looking cowardly, but she didn't expect that in just a few years, she was born so bright and moving.

Back in the big room, little Jia Lan was writing with a pen.

Jia Lan is a young grade, and it is very difficult to hold a brush to write, but the pen is very easy to use.

Although Li Kun is strict with Jia Lan, he has never been restricted to his writing, food and clothing.

"Mother."

Seeing Li Kun come back, Jia Lan smiled on his face, jumped down from the chair with his little arms and legs, and then took the calligraphy cut by Su Yun (Jia Huan's girl) to Li Kun.

"This is the result of a morning of practice for the child, please accept it by the mother."

A pair of big wet eyes looked at his mother brightly, and Jia Lan looked proud.

In the past, he would only be able to practice two or three brushes in the morning, but he practiced six with a fountain pen.

Li Kun was surprised, looked through the notebook in his hand, and spoke to Suyun in disbelief.

"This is all Lan Ge'er's practice in the morning?"

Jia Lan is young, and he has only learned to write for a short time, and the words he usually writes are not like those of dogs, anyway, Li Kun can rarely recognize what is written, because it is all smudged into a lump of black ink.

But this time, although the handwriting is still messy, the font can be vaguely distinguished.

Su Yun smiled and nodded, and spoke towards Li Kun.

"Yes, Brother Lan thought it was fun, and he didn't go anywhere in the morning, so he practiced calligraphy in the study."

The fountain pen is precious, and the one in Li Kun's hand is made of jadeite, although Li Kun also uses it, but because the rice paper is expensive, he feels a little chicken.

After all, Buddhist scriptures are meant to be burned anyway, and it's a pity to use rice paper.

She is used to using a brush in the account book, but it is no problem, she can't change the paper for the pen, the reason why she sent rice paper to the big house is to see Jia Lian's interest, thinking that she can build a good relationship, and she can also help Jia Lan in the future.

But now it's unexpected.

"Go and put the four treasures of the study room at the bottom of my box into a box, and wait for the second master Lian to come back in the afternoon, let's go again."

Li Kun suppressed the joy in his heart and spoke towards Suyun.

This time I would like to express my sincere gratitude.

For her, there is nothing more joyful than having a child.

With a fountain pen, Jia Yingchun's relationship with everyone in the house has become more and more harmonious, and some people who were originally despised because of her status as a concubine have to re-weigh the weight of this concubine.

On the other side, Jia Tanchun looked at the delicate pen in his hand in a daze.

The pen in her hand...... It's a pure gold.

The top is carved with delicate flower vines, and the top is in the shape of a begonia flower. It's very overwhelming to hold in your hand.

There was a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth, and Tanchun looked at the snow flying outside the window, and his eyes were slightly red.

This pen is probably the most valuable thing in her house.

But when Jia Yingchun gave her things, she didn't blink her eyes, and she ...... I heard that the younger generation up and down the mansion almost everyone has one.

My heart was very sour, remembering the face of Aunt Zhao who asked her for this pen during the day, Tanchun took a deep breath, put the pen into the box and stuffed it into the bottom layer of the box.

She often gives Baoyu the money she saves to go out to buy things, yes, she is to please him, and then let Mrs. Wang see the deep love between the two brothers and sisters, and then her status can be more stable, and her future marriage can help her make good decisions.

But as a biological mother, these things should have been her own consideration. But she can't do it, is it also in the way of her eyes to operate like this!

Attached to the table and secretly wept, in a moment, Cui Mo entered the door, and she looked like she was holding her breath again.

Her fragility has never been seen by outsiders.

In the evening, Jia Lian returned home, and after dinner, Jia Huan and Jia Lan came together.

Su Yun next to Jia Lan was holding a sandalwood box in his hand, and Jia Huan was alone, holding only a painting tube in his hand.

"My nephew has seen the second uncle of Lian, and the day before yesterday I was fortunate to have my uncle give me a fountain pen, and my nephew was very grateful, so he was ordered by his mother to return to the study room with a set of four treasures to thank him for the gift."

A small lump, two white and fat little round hands hugged together, and Jia Lian couldn't help but laugh when he saw it.

Jia Huan next to him only thought that Jia Lian had only given him, but now that he saw that Jia Lan also had it, his face turned red.