"Miss, have you met that better you?"

Hu Ximei, whose mood has obviously improved, asked Ji such a question.

Ji thought about it and shook his head.

"No, I'm still on the road......"

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and groped with his hands.

Hu Ximei covered her mouth and smiled: "Then let's work together." ”

Ji nodded solemnly: "Okay, work together." ”

"Then Miss, will you marry in the future?"

"This ......"

Marrying or not marrying, this question has really not been thought about by Ji Ji.

Although after Emperor Wande came to power, the discipline became increasingly lax, and the marriage of female households was not stricter than that of the previous dynasty, but ...... The age of her body is only sixteen years old now, and it will not be too late to marry in ten or eight years.

But at the moment, no one wants to marry, and at that time, she will become a veritable old girl in the mouth of everyone, and I guess I don't have to worry about it.

She deliberately put on a bitter gourd face.

"I'm willing to marry, and someone has to dare to marry, so let it be."

Cao Yunyun thought that she had said something sad about her, and hurriedly comforted her: "Miss, don't be sad, even if others don't dare, Brother Song will definitely dare." ”

Ji almost didn't choke to death by his own saliva.

came back to his senses and pretended to be calm.

"What nonsense?"

"I'm not talking nonsense."

Hu Ximei looked left and right, put her hands to her mouth, leaned to her ear, and said in a breathless voice: "I think Brother Song likes you." ”

Ji was dumbfounded.

She really didn't expect that after fooling Widow Xie, she would miss this little girl.

Hu Ximei shook the pigtails on her head a little proudly: "And I think, Miss, you also like Brother Song a little." ”

Ji didn't know what to say.

"How old are you, what do you know?"

Hu Ximei pouted: "Why don't I understand, when Brother Song looks at you, it is different from looking at others." ”

"What's different, you say come and hear it."

This one...... Hu Ximei scratched her head, she really couldn't say it.

"It's just different, it's different, it's different!"

Before Ji went crazy, Hu Ximei quickly got up and ran to the backyard.

"Miss."

Ji was still messy in the wind, and the disappeared Hu Ximei suddenly came out of the corner of the hall.

"You look at Brother Song, it's not the same as looking at us."

Ji took a deep breath, the corners of his lips pulled out a strange arc, and hooked his hand at her.

"Come here, I'll show you again, it's different."

Hu Ximei stuck out her tongue and went to play with A, B, C, and D.

Ji was angry and funny, smiling and laughing, but pondering.

In her last high school, she had a crush on a boy.

It's the kind of school grass that grows well, studies well, plays basketball well, and is good in all aspects.

Although I can't remember my name or what it looks like now, I tossed and turned for it at the beginning.

But this kind of boy with his own luminous body is destined to be a man of the hour, there are too many people who like him, Ji is just a very inconspicuous one, and he can only watch him silently in a corner of no one, surrounded by stars.

Later, I went to university, followed by a master's and doctor's degree, and then became an angel in white all year round. In addition to studying and working in life, in addition to being busy or busy, even taking a slow breath has become a luxury, let alone those reveries.

It is also strange to say that after a certain age, the kind of good feeling that people will have when facing the opposite sex, as well as the throbbing in the depths of their hearts, seem to be gradually lost.

It's not that there are no suitors, but she can't regenerate the ** to develop a relationship.

A colleague analyzed that she was too deeply influenced by her original family, so that she was afraid of feelings and marriage.

Although Ji refused to admit it, he felt a little reasonable in his heart.

She herself didn't expect that in another time and space, she would have an ancient man who only had puberty in her ......

What kind of emotion it was, she couldn't tell for a while.

Song is knowledgeable, has a backbone, and most importantly, he respects and understands himself.

In this place, I am afraid that there is no one more suitable for him.

Ji wants to try everything he didn't have time to experience in his previous life, and naturally it also includes falling in love.

It's just that in this era, there is no freedom of love and marriage, especially since she still has the name of a female household, and it is too difficult to go on with a little favor.

Therefore, after perceiving Song's intentions and realizing his own thoughts, Ji did not try to curb this trend.

However......

Ji let out a long breath, stood up, and entered the east room with the bound practice book.

"Dabao, take a break for a while, go out and play with Dacheng and Xiaomei."

Although the weather has gradually cooled, it is still a bit stuffy.

Ji walked to the desk with a pu fan, and while probing to watch Dabao write, he shook the pu fan to fan him.

In fact, when she taught Dabao to write, she was really just bored and wanted to find something to do, and she didn't plan to train a prodigy.

At the age of six, it is the age when it is time to play, and she is used to seeing those children surrounded by cram schools, and she hopes that Dabao can purely enjoy the joy of childhood.

However, Dabao, this child, doesn't seem to be interested in playing.

On the contrary, he developed the habit of practicing words every day, and he was willing to put down the pen and rest for a while.

Ji knew in his heart that he might not really like it much, and it was more likely that he was affected by his own temperament and was obsessed with this matter.

"Not tired."

Dabao put down his pen, pulled out the newly written one, and handed it to Ji.

Then he leaned up his little face, staring at her with big eyes unblinking, obviously waiting for her evaluation.

Ji Ren couldn't help but laugh, and he didn't fool him, he was very serious from the first word to the last word.

I've heard it said before that six to eight years old is the best age for children to practice calligraphy.

At this time, it is the peak period of growth and development, and learning calligraphy can train the coordination and flexibility of fingers, wrists and arms, and these movements are commanded by the brain, so regular training is also beneficial to promote the growth and development of the brain.

The most important thing is that in this process, children can gradually cultivate the character of patience and perseverance, which is of great help to the tempering of personal mind and the exercise of will.

As it turns out, it is.

It took more than half a year, although there is no shape and meaning, and the brushstrokes are clearly immature, but they are already decent.

Of course, just for some words with simple strokes.

"Great! The more Dabao writes, the better. ”

Ji touched his head, not hesitating to praise at all.

However, Dabao frowned slightly, and pointed to the last row very dissatisfied: "This, it's not well written." ”

Ji looked at it carefully along his fingers, and it wasn't particularly bad.

But Dabao insisted, and the more he looked at it, the more dissatisfied he became, so he laid out a piece of paper again, and continued to write that word, only that word.

Ji knew that if he didn't practice this word to the extent that he was satisfied, he wouldn't want to go out and play.

It happened that she had something to go out, so she went to the backyard to explain to Hu Ximei, then locked the front and back yard doors and went to Nanshan alone.