Maruko deliberately rubbed for a long time before he finished dressing and washing and came out of the room.

saw that there was silence in the courtyard, and there was no trace of Su Qi.

This girl, can't she run away in anger? Maruki felt a little guilty: the girl was kind-hearted, and she came early in the morning to "be courteous with nothing", but she yelled at others inexplicably, which was really excessive.

After all, a little girl who has no personnel, what does she know?

Forget it, wait for her to come back, apologize to her, it's a big deal to be scolded by her and get angry.

Maruko thought, picked up the broom, and began to sweep the courtyard, trying to get a good performance.

I was just halfway swept, but I heard a knock on the door.

"Is anyone home? The old man passed by the noble house, was thirsty, wanted to beg for a bowl of water to drink, and hoped that the master's family would be convenient! ”

Maruko heard that it was indeed an old man's voice, so he went to open the door.

Outside the door was indeed an old man, and he was familiar.

"This son, I'm disturbed." Mr. Mo had a harmless and kind smile on his face, "The old man is dizzy, and he seems to think that he has met his son somewhere?" ”

"Yes." Maruki was noncommittal, brought a teapot and poured a bowl of tea for Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo sat down on the stone well fence in the courtyard by himself, took the tea bowl and thanked him, and slowly drank a few sips, "Son's house is clean, and at first glance it is a diligent and thrifty and kind family, I don't know what Childe does for a living?" ”

Maruko glanced at a wolf skin in the courtyard and said leisurely, "Orion." ”

"Orion is good," Mr. Mo said with a chin of his head, "I don't have to worry about food and clothing." Suddenly, his eyes lit up, "The old man remembered, the young Taoist who came to Yuelai Teahouse to listen to the book that day was born like your son, how can you ......?"

The corners of the pill's forehead were black, but he was also calm: "The time is difficult, and I have many livelihoods to support my family." ”

"I see!" Mr. Mo expressed his understanding, "The so-called art is not pressing, which is exactly this truth. ”

Maruko looked at the old storyteller who was drinking tea in small sips, and secretly thought that you can talk to someone like me who can't chat.

was hesitating, but saw Su Qi push the door in, and saw the old man drinking tea in the yard with a light in his eyes: "Mr. Mo?!" Why are you always in my house? ”

Mr. Mo hurriedly got up and saluted: "Passing by your house, begging for a bowl of water to drink, I'm disturbed!" ”

"Sir, don't say such extraneous things, I'm honored!" Su Qi looked like a little fan was excited to see his idol, not only went to add boiling new tea, but even brought out his private candied dried fruits.

"The girl is so beautiful and kind-hearted, she is really one in a hundred!" Mr. Mo smiled with wrinkles on his face, "If anyone can marry a girl, it will be a good fortune for a lifetime!" ”

Su Qi was so flattered by him that his face turned red, and he humbly said "where, where", but inadvertently glanced at the pill on the side:

A storyteller can see my advantages, but you have no eyes and yelling at me......

"How old is the girl now? What kind of man do you like? The old man is telling stories everywhere, and he can be regarded as having seen a lot of people, and if he meets someone worthy of a girl, he is willing to take a red line. ”

Su Qi laughed in his mouth, and secretly said in his heart: Now the profession of matchmaker is so popular? The broker just wants to intervene, and even the storyteller wants to get a part-time job?

But he suddenly heard the pill that had been silent for a long time, and coldly burst out: "No need!" ”

Before Su Qi could react, he was already put on the shoulder by a big hand, "Sir, don't bother, she's ...... It's my wife! ”