The dining table of Runlu is long. Probably because the restaurant is too big, the log table with a length of three meters and a width of more than one meter is so 'mini and exquisite' in comparison. The five-course dishes on the table also look a little 'bleak' against the backdrop of this huge space, but it is already very conscientious for the lunch of three people to have such a configuration, otherwise would the whole Manchu and Han feast?

Fusu ate with a blank expression, sometimes sweeping the girl sitting next to him with the corner of his eye; looking at the master-level presentation of several dishes, Qiao Ziye smiled maliciously and his shoulders kept shaking, thinking that this old wood was afraid that the spring heart was moved? ! Only the girl focused on the delicious food, ate with relish, and finally drank the soup completely.

After lunch, the well-behaved and diligent girl quickly cleaned up, and then respectfully signaled to the two of them and trotted back to the room on the second floor, which was now her own.

After all, she is only a twenty-year-old girl, and she has hardly received a gift in her life. The first time I received a gift, it was piled up on the floor in front of me. She sat on the floor, unpacking the shopping bags one by one. There are pants, skirts, shoes, two different styles of bags...

She couldn't wait to try it all the way, and from time to time there was a happy laugh.

Not as defensive as most young girls, this seemingly sensible and well-behaved girl doesn't seem to think that 'unsuccessful suffering' may be a 'conspiracy' of blame. She likes it very much, and she likes these gifts very much, and she has never even seen them and has never looked forward to them. Without mincing matters.

Fusu, who was drinking tea in the backyard, lowered his head and unconsciously showed a satisfied smile.

Qiao Ziye raised one eyebrow and looked at Fusu narrowly, turned his hand that had been playing for a long time, and was a little tired, "Hey, hey, what are you laughing at?"

Fusu came back to his senses and squinted at Midnight, and thought thoughtfully, "Midnight, you go and see what else she needs." ”

'Bang', the fan was thrown to the ground, Qiao Ziye stood up, "I'm not a nanny, I want to ask yourself." I'm still busy, huh. He didn't turn his head and walked out.

Fusu picked up the fan that fell next to the sea of tea, looked at the fan, it was undamaged, and muttered in confusion, "The fan written by Tang Yin, how can this temperament be so uncertain, alas..."

"What did you say?" At some point, the girl in a new lilac dress walked into the backyard in a turquoise. The body is petite, like a lovely flower spirit.

Fusu was stunned for a moment, realized the girl's curious eyes, and immediately smiled gently, "It's nothing." He put away the fan and pulled at the slightly wrinkled linen light beige blouse.

Fusu sat on the wooden floor of the porch, and the girl walked into the porch to come to him, and then bent down to the point where Fusu's face could be clearly seen. The faces of the two men are very close, their eyes are very close, and their breathing is also very close.

Fusu was so frightened by her sudden move that he unconsciously leaned back!

"Immortals?" the girl carefully looked at Fusu's face, eyebrows, hair, ears, and lips.

Fusu shook his head.

"Youkai?"

Fusu still shook his head.

"Aliens?"

Fusu tilted his head sideways and shook his head hesitantly after searching for this new term in his mind, who are aliens?

"That must be the Wish Elf, thank you for giving me so many gifts. The girl smiled brightly and sat down naturally.

"I'm not an elf. Fusu said in a positive voice.

"Then what are you?" poured a cup of tea that Qiao had brewed before the night, and it was slightly astringent after a long time. The girl took a sip and smacked her tongue.

"What am I?" Fusu didn't know how to answer the question, and suddenly fell silent.

"Anyway, thank you for letting me see my mother!" the girl sat up straight and bowed to Fusu, her big eyes covered with a mist, perhaps thinking of her departing mother.

"It doesn't matter what you are, it's a ghost or a youkai, it doesn't matter, I... Thank you very much!" said Sanxia deferentially.

"You're not afraid of me?" Fusu didn't know where the strange emotions came from, and asked with a smile.

"Afraid?" After shaking her head, the little girl tilted her head sideways as if she wanted something, looked at Fusu again in a daze, and said sincerely, "Don't worry, I'm not afraid of you, whether you are... I won't dislike you for anything!"

The words sounded very sincere, and it was indeed what she was thinking, but when Fusu heard it, it felt very weird.

He thought carefully about what the girl had just said, and suddenly came back to his senses, disgusted, Why should I be disliked?

"There's nothing to give you," the girl took out a simple little jar from behind her and sent it to Fusu with both hands, "This is the first tea picked in Grandpa Cha's tea garden this year, I fried it myself, it can't compare to these good tea leaves from you, but it tastes very sweet when you drink it." ”

After being interrupted by this, Fusu forgot about the small problem he had thought about before, took the jar and opened it and smelled it, and a fragrance with sunlight came to his nose, which was very pleasant and quiet. He looked at her, and became more and more curious in his heart, what kind of growth process made the girl such a strange character?!

Strange indeed.

For a little girl who is only twenty years old, childishness is certain, but she has a rare composure and stability. After the ghost mother left, her grief overflowed, but she quickly packed her bags again and quietly packed her bags. Also, when Qiao Ziye opened the car door, she got into the car without thinking. From ancient times to the present, no matter what era there is, how can there be a girl in this world who is not wary of strange men?

If it was only the mother's advice when she left, it would not have been completely unscrupulous to such a level of complete convincing!

She was silent all the way, and so was the dinner when she first arrived. And after arriving at Runlu, she was like an old man who had lived here for a long time, and she had no caution when she arrived in a strange environment.

I was just surprised and happy to receive a gift, and I never thought that a strange man who was a lot older than me would have any intention of giving a gift. Such a heartless appearance contradicts the previous calm self-control.

But let's say that she has no heart and lungs, but she is polite and thoughtful, knows how to use honorifics, and knows that she needs to return the gift when receiving gifts.

Looking at the objects in her hand, Fusu thought that she really didn't have anything to handle, and this small jar of tea was the most decent thing for her. All that has lived for twenty years is filled in a small bag that has aged for a long time. He didn't have to think about it, he knew what kind of hard life she had lived before.

There are always beautiful flowers blooming in the cracks of the stones. The original meaning of this sentence is not to refer to the beauty of the flower itself, but to praise the tenacity of the plant to take root and sprout. This tenacity is probably the biggest trait in this girl. But she doesn't have the ruthlessness of the wild, like Hexi's breeze without a trace of aggression.

When Chashan first met, her bright smile was not sad at all. When she left the small mountain village where she lived, she was silent and quiet, a little old and vicissitudes, and at this time she chatted like a deer chewing grass, and sometimes her expression was just like everyone's ladies. And at this time, she suddenly approached him, and she was a ghost spirit who didn't do anything dark...

She was so strange, so strange that there was no discomfort in his whole body, and it was so strange that he looked so comfortable inside and out.

No, it's more comforting than comfort.

Fusu doesn't know, that's called, rejoice.

"Do you still like it?" the girl looked a little shy when she asked, and Fusu smiled and nodded.

"I'm afraid you won't like it, so... So I prepared this separately. As if juggling, he pulled out a roll of paper tied with hemp rope from behind him and handed it over, and his little face turned slightly red for no reason.

Fusu took it and untied the knot and flattened it, and it turned out to be a white drawing. It was actually him who drew it, with lifelike eyebrows and smooth and concise lines.

"It's... You drew it?" was not a question, but a slight surprise.

The girl pursed her lips and nodded slightly, and it was not difficult to see that although her expression was a little shy, she was still very confident in her paintings.

Fusu is not a Danqing master, but he has nothing to do for a thousand years, and the painting skills he has practiced are okay. Not to mention his painting skills, there are countless masterpieces and famous paintings that he has seen in these years, and his taste is naturally raised.

Of course, this simple white drawing cannot be compared with those previous masters, but it makes Fusu's eyes and heart light up. The pen is crisp, the composition is simple but very charming. It is not easy to have such skills at such an age, not to mention that with the conditions of a girl, let alone inviting a famous teacher, it is a luxury to buy painting tools to practice. Thinking of this, Fusu couldn't help but feel that this girl was like a treasure buried deep in the mountain.

Of course, he didn't have much interest in treasure ...

I thought that I had to add some painting tools in the middle of the night, so that I could teach her well in the next few days. Looking at this method, she is still quite suitable for freehand...

I was thinking about where to start teaching in the future, but I was suddenly interrupted.

"By the way, what shall I call you?" asked the girl, tilting her head slightly.

"Fusu, my name. ”

"Help... Sue... Ahh

The name Fusu was given by his father to express his love for his mother, so he has always liked his name. It's just that no one has ever said to him that the name is nice.

"But, is your surname Fu? What a strange surname. The crooked little head looked curious.

"I don't have a surname. Fusu only felt that this little girl was becoming more and more interesting, and replied funny, "There are surnames in Fu, there are not many in ancient times, and there have been a few famous people in the Fu family." ”

"Wow, do you usually talk like this?" This man has always cherished words like gold when he speaks, and it is the first time for a girl to hear him say so many words, "Hey, there is really a surname Fu!"

"So, what is your last name?"

This chattering little girl, Fusu didn't feel troubled, but felt very cute.

After a long silence, a gust of wind swept through the gable, and a patch of trees and grass rattled.

"I... The surname is Zhao. ”