After Hua Miaomiao left, the door finally opened, and Yan Lang was in tears while sitting in a wheelchair. He wanted to reach for the soup on the low table, but he was blocked by the threshold and couldn't get through it in his wheelchair. He stood up again, held on to the door, and accidentally fell to the ground with the soup.

He slapped his unconscious leg and cried like a child.

When the Buddha who came to find the sound saw this situation, he was distressed and angry, and scolded while helping him up: "Stinky boy, you deserve it." You don't have to hold the shelf here, and you only come to serve the soup when the people are gone. What do you want me to say about you? ”

Hating iron does not make steel, which is probably the state of mind of the Buddha at the moment.

"Master, I'm ......" Yan Lang was like a child who made a mistake, and he didn't even have the courage to look up at the Buddha.

"Did you know that many people who spend their lives waiting may not be able to see each other, but what about you? Such a good girl is right in front of you, but you don't cherish it. ”

Yan Lang touched his leg gloomily: "It's because she's so good that I don't want to delay her." ”

"Bullshit, don't you delay, can you just say it alone?" The Buddha's sleeves left.

Liu Yanlang was alone in the house, looking at the remnants of the soup on the ground, and there were many thoughts.

……

Qin Wangfu.

After dinner, Jiang Huanting reluctantly said goodbye and left. Before leaving, she bit her ear and muttered a few words to Xiyan, Xiyan's face turned red unprecedentedly, and she made a grimace and left.

Princess Qin took the small movements of the two of them into her eyes for a long time, and asked, "What did the county lord say to you?" ”

Xiyan said mysteriously: "Don't tell my aunt, this is our private talk." ”

"Okay, if you don't say it, you won't say it. It's good to see that you have your own good friends, you should have more contact with girls of your age, don't just have silver in your head all day long, Qin Wangfu sent you food and clothing? Princess Qin was overjoyed when she saw that Xiyan had a friend, "Lord Huanting is a good girl, she has studied qin, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and it will not be bad if you think about it, it will be helpful for you to ask her for advice." ”

It's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting again, Xiyan's ears are about to listen to calluses, so he quickly diverted the topic and said: "Who said I have no friends, how can Sister Miao Miao count?" ”

"She's your elder." Princess Qin is serious.

"Yay!" Xi Yan smiled evilly, "Auntie, you're bad!" ”

"......," Princess Qin coughed lightly twice, pretending to be nothing.

The two walked back talking and laughing all the way, and the maids and women who followed behind also laughed all the way.

Speaking of Miao Miao, Xiyan thought of the second uncle again, and said uneasily: "Auntie, my body is already safe, and I want to go back to the ghost city to accompany the second uncle, okay?" ”

"It's okay, but I just have to come back to see my aunt often."

"Definitely." Xiyan is well-behaved and flattering.

Princess Qin took her hand and said, "When will you go back?" ”

"It's past nineteen." Xiyan looked at a red plum tree passing by and said without thinking.

Princess Qin was puzzled: "Why did it take nineteen?" ”

Xi Yan realized what he said at this time, and immediately laughed and said: "Nothing, nothing, I want to accompany my master on Chinese New Year's Eve this year, and the second uncle's legs and feet are not convenient, so I can't come." Auntie, you're not going to be angry, are you? ”

"It's okay, I'll come with your uncle."

"Great."

“……”

Xiyan originally planned to send her aunt back to her residence first, but her uncle had already come to pick her up halfway. So she went straight back to the production room, it was still early, she didn't have the habit of going to bed early, and she could be busy for a while.

I always recalled the words that Jiang Huanting said before leaving, and I was obviously drawing the pen of the drawings but unconsciously wrote: Lap Nineteen.

She muttered to herself, "There are four days left until the nineteenth day of the lunar month......