The rice fields near Zhuangzi have been cut one after another, and more than a few times have been harvested in the fruit forest. The old banyan on the dirt road is still the same, and the brick houses on the left and right sides have not changed much from previous years. But the faces of the simple peasant women have been added several lines by the years, and the children's bodies have grown taller and taller. Even the faithful Ngawang didn't know which handsome male dog he got along with and gave birth to a litter of cute puppies.

Six-year-old Lu Jiu'er is like a budding flower and bone, a baby fat goose egg face, a pair of distant mountain-like eyebrows, a pair of eyes that are clear like a stream, and her skin is tender and tender.

“…… Oh, so this sexagenary branch has such a origin! ”

Qing Yue's male voice sighed with great emotion, his expression was like an initiation, and his starry black eyes shone with incomparable admiration and worship, and fell straight onto Shen Buzi's complacent face.

The little boy sitting on the edge of the incense table pouted when he heard this, and he gnawed on the fresh peach disapprovingly, while shaking his legs.

"By the way, old man, Xiao Sheng dreamed of a tiger coming down the mountain last night, I don't know how to interpret this dream?"

The young man is modest and polite, thirsty for knowledge, and Shen Bu Zilang smiled and stroked his beard, and was very useful. "It's an auspicious dream!"

"Well, really?"

"Wait for the old man to slowly solve the ......"

Outside the temple, the old and the young came and went, but they happened to be standing on the side of the open door, so they didn't see what was going on inside the hall. And the fairy-like boy finished eating the peach boredly, and then hid the other one in his arms, Fang unhurriedly took out the clean towel from the cuff and gently wiped his mouth.

I saw her lightly jump to the ground, and then move all the offerings on the case, especially the plate of peach offerings to the half-overhang, and then slipped behind the open door, quietly leaned out of her body, and threw the prepared living thing far away from the incense case—

Bang dang!

Squeak, squeak, squeak –

"Oops!" The god Buzi, who served as the temple blessing, was shocked when he heard the sound, and hurriedly rushed into the temple, just as he caught a glimpse of a black and thin rat jumping off the incense table, and actually passed by himself in a panic, and fled straight out. And the offerings on the case were a mess, and the fresh peach plates specially sent by the rich nobles from thousands of miles away were also scattered, and three or two pink round fruits were scattered and rolled away.

"Iniquity, iniquity!" Shen Buzi screamed in pain, quickly picked up the peaches on the ground, and was careful as if he was holding some treasure.

The boy who followed him paused, clenched his fist to his lips, and snorted in a low voice. The boy jumped out in understanding, as if he had just arrived from outside the temple, and walked behind the boy and grabbed his wide sleeve.

"Ah Qian, it's time to go to morning class." The lines that have been matched for a long time, the delicate lips will naturally slip out.

However, the young man pretended to hesitate for a moment. "How can time be so fast?" He took two steps forward, leaned over and squatted down, and said, "Wait for me to clean up the old man's ...... first."

What a good seed who is friendly and humble, willing to ask for good knowledge, and kind to others!

Shen Buzi was inexplicably touched by the old eyes, and hurriedly waved at them kindly: "Good boy, there is an old man here, go to school quickly." ”

The young Wei Ziqian had no choice but to obey the wishes of his elders, took the fleshy palm of the pseudo-fairy boy Lu Jiu'er, and left.

"It's so heavy!" As soon as he got out of the land temple gate and flashed into the bushes, Lu Jiuer took out the "stolen goods" and stuffed them into the hands of his accomplices.

Her weak mind is overwhelming.

Wei Ziqian sat on the ground, carefully peeled off the skin, and handed it to her lips. "Open your mouth."

Lu Jiu'er shook her head. "I've eaten it, this is for you."

When Wei Ziqian heard this, he didn't let it go any longer, and sighed while eating: "The fruit offered to the gods is really delicious, fragrant, sweet and juicy. Shaking his head, he grinned, "Ah Jiu, I will come to Qu Yuan to sacrifice soon, and there will definitely be all kinds of wrapped rice dumplings in the temple at that time, and there must be one you like." ”

Lu Jiuer didn't seem to have heard it, but she couldn't help but slander in her heart: Instigator, bad boy!

A dragonfly with folded wings flew down from the bush, and Lu Jiu'er curiously leaned up, smoked a young grass sprout, and pulled it for a while.

Wei Ziqian saw that she was playing attentively to herself, so she also leaned her head up. "This sick one, I'll catch a few live ones for you another day."

It's not that he boasts, after walking in this village for eleven years, his father and fellow villagers all know that Wei Jia Wulang is humble and courteous, and they are vying to take care of this outstanding young man. And everything that runs on the ground, swims in the water, and flies in the sky has all been "taken care of" by him, so just a few cockroaches are not a problem at all.

How could Lu Jiu'er not know his roots, so he thought about it and said, "I want to send something that is rare and rare." ”

Wei Ziqian grinned confidently. "Done!"

During the afternoon class, the master and the son were also so drowsy that the students did not dare to sleep.

The master said: "Tart against Yin Wu, fight against Jing Chu." Delve into its obstacles, and take a journey through the thorns. There is a place to intercept it, and Tang Sun's thread. ”

The sons said: "Tart the other and fight against the ...... of Jing Chu"

Purr –

Slight but abrupt snoring intersperses.

The half-worn scholar's robe stood in front of a humble table, and he pulled out a scroll of books in front of his face, revealing a salivating sleeping face. So, the book was changed to the student's head, and the deliberate strength of the light and heavy was just right, which woke up the Zhuang Sheng who dreamed of butterflies.

The master continued: "Wei Nu Jing Chu, living in the south of the country. In the past, there was a soup, since the other side of the Qiang, don't dare not come to enjoy, don't dare not come to the king. It is said that business is constant. ”

The sons said: "Wei Nu Jing Chu, living in the south of the country. There used to be soup......"

Qi Jiasheng, who is in the back row, has a unique routine, focusing on two purposes, pressing the book up and down the account book, sometimes distracted and sometimes preoccupied. When the scholar's robe strolled to the side, the ledger had long been hidden. Young Master Shu shook his head intently, as if he was reciting poetry while figuring out the meaning in his mind.

The master sighed slightly and walked back. Nian said: "The mandate of heaven is multi-faceted, and the capital is set up in Yu's achievements." The year is coming, don't give it to the trouble, and the crops and bandits will solve the ......"

The sons said, "...... The mandate of heaven descends to prison, and the people are strict. Don't be arrogant, don't abuse, don't dare to slack. Ordered to go down to the country, feudal and blessed. ”

The scholar's robe drifted to the back row, pacing and turning, unintentionally paused slightly.

The little man who was obediently staying in the back corner was moved, raised his eyes blankly and looked up, and caught a glimpse of Swen Junsheng standing in front of him, naturally smiling, bluffing others slightly stunned, and then lowered his head heartlessly to ponder the ink on the scroll, and from time to time wrote and painted on the homemade sand table, as if he was very skilled.

The master looked at Wei Ziqian in the back row with understanding, this son closed his eyes and concentrated, his mouth followed the verses of the Book of Poetry, but what he held in his hand was a history scroll. And the Book of Poetry, presumably under the eyes of that girl-

Alas, son!

The master sighed and continued: "Shangyi wings, the extremes of the four directions. The sound of the voice, the spirit of the water. Shou Kao and Ning, to protect my future life......"

The sons said, "...... 陟Bijingshan, Songbo Maru. It is to break or move, and to cut is to be pious. There is a hakama in the pine tree, and there is leisure in the travel tree, and the sleep becomes Kong'an. ”

Young Master Qi, who was born in a local tyrant squire family, knows best how to be filial.

As soon as the class ended, he invited the little guy who had been waiting outside the school for a long time, and brought a basket of salivating fresh peaches, and respectfully offered them to the young but knowledgeable Hofuzi.

Wei Ziqian stood downwind, calmly put his hands behind his back, and sniffed lightly: "Its color is bright, and its taste is sweet." Therefore, the conclusion of the building of the museum was greatly appreciated, "This is the best fruit." ”

After Qi Jiasheng sent Huo Fuzi away, he turned around and hooked his shoulders with him familiarly. "Brother Ziqian really has bright eyes, a good nose, and a masterpiece!"

I also missed the "tongue sensitivity". He didn't just taste it. Lu Jiu'er, who was furnished in the corner, glanced over with her eyebrows.

After Qi Wei's dry fight broke up, they were originally irrelevant to each other, but then the time slowly faded away, and Qi Jiasheng got up as if nothing happened, and even got closer and closer to Wei Ziqian, and the closer he became, the more sticky he became.

But from beginning to end, Young Master Qi was awkward when he saw Lu Jiu'er, either turning a blind eye or glaring angrily. Even if Wei Ziqian maneuvered in the middle, it didn't work.

In such a strange situation, Lu Jiuer also gave four words to make a conclusion on the coffin:

Points, peach, inclination, direction.

"Brother Jiasheng praises falsely." Wei Ziqian's teeth were slightly exposed, and his face was no different.

"Young master," the little guy bowed down to Qi Jiasheng and reported in a low voice, "I met Mr. Miaozhu just a little girl, and he wanted to ask the young master to tell the lord and Mrs. on his behalf." ”

Qi Jiasheng couldn't help but be puzzled and asked, "What do you tell me?" ”

"The gentleman said that the spirit mouse stole peaches to increase longevity, and the gods blessed Wan Jin. Therefore, I dare to ask for some more to be sent tomorrow so that I can worship the gods in the temple. ”

"No, no!" Qi Jiasheng snorted a few times, only to feel that his teeth were sore, and he turned his head and complained to Wei Ziqian, "That god Buzi pretends to be a ghost, why do you still make a pair of people indiscriminately?" Directly said that the fruit was gnawed by rats, and it was plain and sour. ”

Wei Ziqian smiled slightly when he heard this, and did not comment. And Jiu'er pursed her lips, picked up the sand table and the scroll and stood up.

Wei Ziqian turned sideways and called: "Ah Jiu......"

"Brother Ziqian," Qi Jiasheng hugged his shoulders tightly, and said sincerely: "It's rare to have Ben Shao's birthday today, so it's better to go to our house to enjoy the good fruits of Nanling, and enjoy the good fruits of Nanling, but also talk about candles and nights, and sing to the moon, isn't it a romantic thing." ”

Nanling Jiaguo ...... One of them is the fresh peach bar.

Lu Jiu'er lowered her eyebrows and pondered.

Could it be that tonight, it was Shu Shao's heartfelt preparation-

Peach night?