After the villagers left, Su Jiu stood firm on the ground, learned the elegant posture of a scholar, and made a gesture to Xiao Tingchen, "Thank you, little brother, for saving me." ”

Xiao Tingchen didn't care, glanced at the copper bracelet on her wrist again, and picked up the plate of peach blossom brew with her slender fingers, and asked casually, "What's your name?" ”

The little girl replied crisply: "My name is Su wine, the 'Su' of 'Condensing the wind and flowers, the new rain grass buds Su', and the 'wine' of 'persuading you to have a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west'." ”

Xiao Tingchen paused again on the wine saucer that Xiao Tingchen brought to his lips.

His gaze swept over her small hand holding Hipa.

The small hands are white, but if you look closely, you can clearly see the layers of thick calluses on the palms and fingertips, which shows that you are used to doing rough work.

Such a little girl should not know these poems.

He was a little interested in the little girl, "Have you ever read a book? ”

"I've only read a few books." The little girl smiled coquettishly.

When she mentioned reading, her fawn eyes became very bright, "There is a private school in the village, and when I was mowing grass and grazing cattle, I often passed by, so I hid outside the window and secretly followed along." Later, when the master saw me, he told me to wash a garment and a pair of cloth shoes for him, and he taught me a word. Over time, I also learned a lot of words and read a few books. ”

Xiao Tingchen put down the wine plate, and the interest in his eyes grew, "Like to read?" ”

"Hmm!" Su Jiu nodded vigorously, his eyes were full of piety, "I like it!" ”

"It's rare...... Xiao Tingchen shook the folding fan, and his mellow voice became more and more gentle, with a hint of coaxing, "Then you follow me in the future, and I will teach you to read, okay?" ”

Su Jiu tilted his head, looked at Xiao Tingchen carefully, and saw that he was gentle and gentle and not like a bad person, plus he had saved her, so he felt that this person was very reliable and trustworthy.

She grinned and her cheeks were dimple, "Is the little brother doing a good job?" ”

Xiao Tingchen's eyebrows were crooked, "Jinling City is the first." ”

"Wow, that's amazing!" Su Jiu's eyes widened in surprise, and his voice was immature and crisp, "Then I'll go home and tell my uncle that I'm going to study with my little brother!" ”

After being admitted to Xie Yuan, Xiao Tingchen heard countless words praising him.

He is the most famous person in Jinling City, and when he sees him, he always likes to praise him for his full belly and brilliant writing.

However, all the praise seemed to have lost its color in front of the little girl's pure and admiring eyes.

He got up with a smile and squatted down in front of the little girl, "Come on, I'll take you home." ”

"Huh?"

"Isn't your foot broken?"

Su Jiu didn't expect him to even notice this, and he didn't feel warm in his heart, so he obediently leaned on his back, "Little brother, my uncle lives at the foot of the stone mountain, the ninth household in Xiaowan Village. ”

"So your name is Su Jiu?"

"Not really! It's because my mother's peach blossom wine is delicious, so I'm called Su wine! ”

Xiao Tingchen's lips curled, "Oh, then fortunately, your mother is not good at cooking meat." ”

Otherwise, wouldn't it be called Su Meat?

The little girl was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses, and said seriously: "Little brother, Mr. said that scholars should have a bearing and not bully people. ”

Xiao Tingchen sniffed the tip of his nose, and vaguely smelled a simple and elegant fragrance on the little girl's body, and couldn't help but hook his lips, "My sister is so fragrant......"

"This is cypress incense, which is made by taking the cypress seeds picked in the middle of autumn."

"My sister can also make incense, it's really rare."

"My mother taught me in the past, and my mother's incense-making skills are very good!"

"Heh......"

The Debi Mountains rise and fall in the sky, outlining a long ink painting.

The spring sun is warm, and the peach blossoms on the branches are spreading the sweet fragrance of the mountains, which seems to be melted by the warm sun.

Ink and wash half of the city's people, the spring breeze is ten miles of tenderness.

At the foot of the mountain, the young man carried the little girl on his back, along the winding bluestone road, slowly and methodically to the depths of the white clouds.