On the way home, Fang's mother was angry, but when she got home and saw the man with bruised hands still struggling to squeeze bean juice in the kitchen, her heart softened.

"Let's go, let's go, look at your powerless appearance, I can't come."

Fang's mother wanted to hand the medicine bag to Fang Xian to apply it herself, but then she was still a little uneasy, and felt that she had to come in person, so she took her son's hand and walked into the room.

"Mother, I can make it myself."

"Okay, just because your hand is injured like this, my mother is afraid that you won't be able to apply it well and waste money on medicine."

The elbow was suddenly clenched, Fang Xian felt a trace of pain, and looking at his mother's back was more reassuring.

Sitting down at the table in the room, Fang Mu opened the medicine bag, which contained several packets of ground medicine powder and a box of square ointment, opened the lid of the ointment, dug a little with her fingers, and gently wiped it on Fang Xian's elbow.

It's cool and comfortable.

"Today in Beijing, I heard that there was a pervert who stole the inner lining of a girl on the street, and I don't know whose child it is."

The movements on Fang Mu's hand did not stop, and she said casually.

"Oh." Fang Xian's face was stunned, and he turned to calm down.

Mother finally knew.

But should I confess? Fang Xian was a little entangled.

Frankly, he naturally has to explain those things, and when the time comes, his mother also thinks that he is not right, what should he do.

"It seems that he also said that looking at the back image is a student of Zhang's house." Fang Xian was still thinking about it, and Fang's mother said again.

The tone is still so nonchalant.

But after hearing this, Fang Xian was obviously panicked.

"Mother, I'm sorry." Fang Xian lowered his head in shame.

"What is there to be sorry for, what is not good to say in front of my mother, what is the strain of the son born by my mother, and my mother knows it herself." Seeing that the ointment on her hand was finished, Fang Mu dug out a little more from the ointment box and put it in the palm of her hand, and rubbed it on Fang Xian's arm with her flat palm.

Looking at his mother, who was bent on applying medicine to his arm, Fang Xian wanted to speak several times but stopped.

After all, he didn't know what to say now.

If she didn't say it, her mother would think that these injuries were cleaned up because of what happened this morning, but she would seem to be weak-hearted.

was silent until he finished wiping the medicine on his hand, and Fang Xian didn't speak.

"Xian'er has a girl you like?"

I took the lid of the ointment box on one side and put it on the lid twice, confirmed that the lid was up, got up and put the ointment on the cabinet shelf, and did not look at the people at the table during the whole process, and the tone was very casual.

On the contrary, this casual tone suddenly touched Fang Xian's heart.

Favorite girl... Sort of, right?

Looking up at the direction of the bedroom, I remembered that I hurriedly replaced the red lining hidden under the mattress early this morning, and I couldn't sleep all night a month ago, and my mind was already clear.

He seems to be tempted.

I don't know when, but it probably started with the sound of the piano once a month? Or the first time you sent a letter to a woman and got a response? Or maybe it was when you broke in last night and saw each other for the first time?

"Hmm." Thinking of this, Fang Xian nodded firmly, "I like her." ”

As if expected, Fang Mu was not very surprised, and her expression did not fluctuate much.

"Oh, whose girl is it? Where do you live? ”

Fang Xian was stumped again.

Thinking of Yinsheng's identity and his own identity, they are all unworthy.

She is one of the four talented women in Kyoto, and he is just a poor scholar who doesn't necessarily say his full name in an alley, lost his father at an early age, and his mother makes a living by selling tofu.

In the name of Oiran alone, there are many admirers among the powerful.

He felt that he could pursue shamelessly, but how could He De be responsible for a girl who should have a bright future?