"Second grandma, girl, please use tea. This is longan tea, the most warm tonic, two of you try it. "The old lady who has been in the people just now, brushing her sense of existence, sent two small tea cups. Look at the He family, and then look at Qingqing, "The Qiao family is really a noble girl, and the girl's style is really not scared anywhere." ”

Qingqing glanced up at the person, she had interjected countless times. It seems to be a bit of a declaration of dominance. However, this was also a moment, and he lowered his head. This is the home of a scholar of Yipin, and all this has a half-dime relationship with her.

He smiled and thanked him, but he didn't touch the teacup. Qingqing has never eaten or drunk water in these mansions. I just said, 'What outsiders do, it's not safe.'" When He went home and laughed, the old lady said the same, so she couldn't eat or drink anywhere.

"Where's your mother? What books does your mother like? Huang didn't care so much, and asked again.

"My mother?" Qingqing was stunned for a moment, Qingqing didn't want the He family to say this. Because when He married in, her mother had passed away for many years, and she could say that she didn't know that person very well? Maybe not so good, looking at Huang's face, he hesitated, "Do you know your mother?" ”

"No, I know she was dead when she did. Does she like to read? Is it good to learn? Huang asked nonchalantly.

"When my mother died, my little girl was still young. But she kept some of her books. Mother should like travelogues and monsters. She doesn't like to annotate books, so she always puts some tissue paper in her books to remember how she feels about each other; Except for some of the original old books, all her books are as new as new. My father said she was very tired of being read by people. Qingqing still said softly.

"It's worthy of a virgin!" Huang nodded solemnly, "Me too." Reading is like making friends, how can you scribble on friends? ”

Qingqing was stunned for a moment, she still thought it was obsessive-compulsive disorder? Unexpectedly, these people regard books as friends, so they are respecting books, not cherishing them. Is the same with mothers? Anyway, she doesn't like to scribble on books, and she doesn't like to leave marks on books, for her, it's just cleanliness. She always thought that her mother was also because of this, but she really didn't expect that there would be this kind of explanation.

"Little girls are taught!" Qingqing got up and bowed seriously to the Huang family.

"Have you read all that book? Can you feel something? Huang Shi hurriedly pulled up Qingqing and asked anxiously.

"What my mother likes is different from what my little girl likes, but over the years, my little girl has collected some new travelogues and miscellaneous notes, which corroborate each other with her mother's books, and I feel quite felt." Qingqing is confirming the places she has been, but it is not enough to say that she likes it.

"Wonderful, why didn't I think of that? You're really smart. Huang stroked his palms and smiled, got up and pulled up Qingqing, went to the bookcase and discussed the book with Qingqing.

He opened his mouth wide, as if they had come to ask for peace. Isn't this normal process supposed to be, after a few kind words, they can be rewarded, and they can leave? Why is it now a gathering of book friends?

"Second grandma, forgive me, Mrs. is just a rare person who is really willing to read and can read, and she is out of shape for a while!" The old lady hurriedly saluted He again, and said very politely.

"Whereever, Qingqing can get the guidance of her wife, it is her blessing. That's what you can't ask for! Mama's surname. He didn't bother anymore, and just chatted with him.

Near noon, a maid came in from outside the door and whispered: "Mama Huang, the teacher has returned home." ”

Mama Huang stretched out her head to look at the Huang family, who was still talking to Qingqing, and sighed lightly, but she still saluted the He family and withdrew herself.

The He family has not been in Qiao's family for a short time, and when Qingqing taught An An, she didn't listen in vain. This grandmother's surname is Huang, and she is like this, in addition to dressing like a subordinate, her whole body, where does she look like a subordinate. The reply from the subordinate actually passed over the Huang family, who was closer to the door, but came directly to Mama Huang. And Mama Huang didn't go back to Mrs., she just withdrew and went to deal with affairs, so this amazing Liufu really doesn't know who is in charge.

After about a cup of tea, Lord Liu came in in a Confucian shirt, and Mama Huang followed behind him. Lady Liu just stood in the doorway and stroked his beard gently. From He's point of view, Lord Liu is looking at Qingqing.

He Shi was a little nervous, so he hurriedly got up and walked around the bookshelf, pulled Qingqing over, and bowed down to Lord Liu.

"The people's woman He, with her niece Qiao, I don't know that the adult is back, and I hope to forgive my sins." He still knelt in front of Qingqing, and Qingqing also lowered his head habitually.

"Why are you back?" Huang saw her husband and said casually.

"Alas, let Qingqing come to see you, point to you and talk to her, and then read a book again." Lord Liu smiled and shook his head, "Get up, let people set the meal, and leave with a cushion." Madame is a bookworm, and I have worked hard for you all morning. ”

"It's noon?" Mrs. Huang hurriedly looked at Mama Huang.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, let's eat. You're too skinny! Huang hurriedly pulled Qingqing and walked out, and glanced back at her husband by the way, "Master, this child is very good." ”

"Really?" Lady Liu was still smiling and walking side by side with them, "Your book was taught by your mother?" ”

"It seems to be an open Mongolia." Qingqing was actually not sure, these were what Qiao Dayong told her.

"The old man has taught countless people in his life, no wonder you are so good!" Huang nodded again, "It's a pity that I couldn't watch your mother grow up!" Huang raised his head, a little fascinated.

"Madame!" Lord Liu screamed softly.

"At our age, it's enough to be her grandparents." Huang said toughly.

Qingqing thinks about it, if her mother is alive, she is only thirty-one and twelve, and if this is not an old husband and young wife, she should be over half a hundred years old, and it is not a problem to raise a daughter like her mother.

"My wife and I have loved books all our lives, and we hate children tearing books. So I'd rather not raise children than disturb the original tranquility. It makes you laugh! Lord Liu smiled at Qingqing and said softly.

"Mostly a waste of time! From conception to birth to raising, even with the help of a servant, a child is still ...... Helpless. Huang shook his head for a moment, "So why did you get married so early?" You know that marriage and children can keep you from school. ”

"I like children, my brother is very cute, I have been with my second aunt to raise him together, I am very happy." Qingqing looked at the Huang family, then looked at Lord Liu, gently withdrew her hand, and saluted them, "Lord Xie and Mrs. Xie give food, but there is still something at home, so the little girl and the second aunt will be bothered." ”