Yan Zhihao was indeed sick the next day, not serious, just a little cold. I have a little headache and I just want to sleep.

Yan Ailuo boiled porridge for him, took medicine, watched him fall asleep, and sat next to him while reading a book.

After a while, Uncle He came over to deliver something, and knowing that the person was sick, he went back to boil some soup and asked Tie Shou to bring it over.

And Yu Zichen also came over in the name of visiting the sick, looked at it, and brought the soup again.

This time, he didn't leave, saying that he had read a book and wanted to sit here and read it.

The two of them were reading together in the study on the second floor, and next to it was Yan Zhihao's room, so they could take care of it nearby.

Yan Ailuo wondered why he didn't go back to Yu's house for the New Year, at least he still needed New Year's greetings.

But the reason given by Yu Zichen was that he thought he had gone abroad for the New Year, so there was no need to go back.

He didn't bother to explain, so he could be clean.

The two read the book for a while, and Chu Xiao called and asked them to go out to play.

The time to play is on the third day of the Lunar New Year, and they are required to be there in person.

He also added a sentence later: "By the way, there is a big book fair in Mingde Square on the third day of the Lunar New Year, do you know?" When the time comes, go and see together, they are all cultural people, go and see. ”

After finishing speaking, I was afraid that they would not agree, so I forcibly hung up the phone.

Yu Zichen held the mobile phone with a strange expression.

Chu Xiao is not unlearned, and he can read books, but he will never go to the book fair. Because in his opinion, it is a place where a group of people who don't know how to pretend to understand, or who pretend to be literate.

He's going to the book fair now, and it's like the sun is coming out of the west.

Yan Ailuo also felt strange and wondered why he asked someone to go to the book fair.

He will go to all kinds of fun places to have fun, but a place like the book fair is boring for many people, what does he have to do?

"Are you going to the book fair to attract bees and butterflies?" She analyzed curiously, thinking that he might have changed his taste and was looking for a new target: "What a bumblebee, flowery and noisy." ”

Yu Zichen smiled: "There is indeed a goal, but this time the division is famous, and it is legal and legitimate." ”

Yan Ailuo saw that he seemed to know something, and asked curiously what was going on.

He glared at him, "You're curious about other men's affairs?" ”

This vinegar is too substandard.

He didn't want to say it, and she didn't want to ask again, so she could only hold back her curiosity and wait for the third day of junior high school to find out.

After Yan Zhihao got sick, he woke up in a daze and found that the stinky boy had come to his house. Entering the house, reading next to his daughter, it was so natural.

He wanted to drive people away, but he didn't want his daughter to be unhappy during the New Year, so in the end he could only go angrily.

And Yu Zichen couldn't help but provoke again, and sealed a big red envelope for Yan Ailuo in front of him. When the bag was opened, the money and gold bracelets inside slipped out, which was really a scene of local tyrants showing off their wealth.

Yan Zhi said angrily that he was uncomfortable and went back to lie down.

In this way, two days passed uneventfully, and it was the third day of junior high school.

Yan Zhihao is almost fine. He cheekily borrowed a car from Yu Zichen, planning to visit a few people who had a better relationship and maintain the relationship first.

He was going to do a big job, so naturally he had to come out and say hello first, indicating that he was fine.

Yu Zichen knew that Yan Ailuo was not at ease, so he sent Hei Qi as a driver and went out with him. At the very least, it is necessary to ensure his safety and avoid accidents.

Yan Zhihao thought about it and saw that his daughter was really worried, so he had to agree.

And Yan Ailuo went to the appointment with Yu Zichen to go to the book fair that Chu Xiao said.

Both sides went out, and Yan Ailuo and the others went to the square.

In recent years, Mingde City has held book fairs during the Chinese New Year, which will be held for more than ten days, attracting many parents to bring their children to buy books, and some people who really like to read.

And although several of them like to read, they have never been to such a lively book fair.

Yu Zichen especially didn't like places with a lot of people, so after he came down, he let the iron hand push him to a place with fewer people, so as not to collide with people or something.

Chu Xiao, on the other hand, was wandering around, looking at the platform on the side from time to time, and he didn't know what he was waiting for.

It is said that today the organizers invited a writer to sign the signing, and some people just came to wait to see the signing.

But today is the third year of junior high school, many people are still visiting relatives, not many people come, and the surrounding area of the platform looks deserted.

And Yan Ailuo walked around the book fair and found a book that talked about how to use time reasonably and plan life. When I opened it and looked at it, it was all useless chicken soup, useless at all.

She was about to put the book back, but Chu Xiao took the book and looked at it. Then he threw down the book with disdain, and mocked: "You are really poor, you will read such useless books." ”

Although Yan Ailuo didn't like this book, she was also stimulated by his words, and asked a little speechlessly: "What does reading books have to do with being poor?" Chu Dashao, you are too sharp to speak today, right? ”

From the time she came over, she found out that Chu Xiao had been absent-minded today, and he mainly spoke to scare people, and she didn't know where she had taken the gunpowder.

Chu Xiao still said disdainfully: "Only the poor need to manage their time and calculate their twenty-four hours a day. You have to read this kind of book, what is not a poor person? ”

He said it very loudly and did not shy away from it, and the two people who were reading the book next to him had already looked at him and showed disdain for him.

He didn't care, and he stroked his hair very coquettishly, matching the face of the second ancestor, which gave people the sense of déjà vu of a rich young master.

Yan Ailuo stayed away from him, afraid that someone would beat him up and affect him later.

However, she still asked curiously: "Then you rich people don't have to be careful about budgeting, you can squander your time at will?" ”

He scoffed, "Of course! In order to make a living, the poor can only make careful calculations, not only for time, but also for money.

But we rich people don't have to do this, we just need to enjoy it slowly. The difference between a rich person and a poor person is to see if he can truly enjoy life as he pleases. ”

After he finished speaking, he spread out his hands and posed to embrace the world easily.

It's just that his whole person looks too bad, so that the people around him who hear his remarks fall into deep contempt for him.

Yan Ailuo nodded: "What you said makes sense." However, you only enjoy not making money, what if the money is spent? ”

This remark ushered in another disdain from him: "The real rich man, money will only make money, and it will never be spent." ”

Yan Ailuo didn't bother to argue with him about what kind of rich people can't be three generations, let alone discuss the issue of management, and then nodded and applauded, planning to cross this topic.

Some of Chu Xiao's remarks she admitted, that is, people have to enjoy life when they have money, and they can't just think about work. But if you only enjoy no job, how can you have money to enjoy?

And Chu Xiao looked at the high platform again absentmindedly, his expression was no longer confident and free just now, but showed a little "poor" anxiety.