Although he couldn't see Xie Honglin's face, Huo Jiang could feel that she was very unhappy, but this little girl seemed to be easy to coax, and Gao Hui was like a trick, and she took out a bamboo bird from nowhere, and she immediately became happy again.

She turned around, Huo Jiang saw her holding the bamboo silk bird high into the sun, squinting one eye, the sunlight sprinkled through the cracks of the bamboo silk bird, finely fragmented, shining on her face, white and red face smeared with a few light and shadows, dazzling.

Huo Jiang hurriedly looked away, although Xie Honglin was beautiful, compared with Xie Chan, one was gold and the other was jade, gold was valuable, and jade was priceless.

"Cousin, this is really made of bamboo, and the bamboo can be broken into such thin bamboo threads, I really want to see what the real bamboo looks like." Xie Honglin couldn't put it down when she held the bird.

Although this kind of bamboo silk bird is exquisitely made, it is not a rare thing, Huo Jiang has seen it in a small stall, and the craftsman can make one with half a stick of incense, and it is only sold for twenty yuan.

Unexpectedly, this pampered Miss Xie can be so happy when she sees a child's play, and she is really lonely.

"The next time someone enters the customs, I will ask them to bring one to show you, but it's a pity that the bamboo can't be planted outside the customs." Gao Hui said with a smile.

"Well, cousin, you have to remember, don't forget." Xie Honglin tilted her head and said to Gao Hui very seriously.

"Okay, good, I can't forget it, by the way, the bamboo embroidered by Ah Chan is also very beautiful, haven't you seen it?" Gao Hui asked.

"No, can Ah Chan embroider bamboo? The patterns she usually paints are all flowers and plants, I haven't seen her embroider bamboo, cousin, how do you know? Xie Honglin asked curiously.

"Ah...... Is it? Then I may be mistaken, it should have been embroidered by someone else, not her. We've been out for a long time, and my cousin is going to send someone out to look for it, so let's go back. Gao Gao Hui said.

"Okay." Xie Honglin had completely forgotten about Fang Cai, she took the little bird, happily followed Gao Hui, and walked out of Merlin in a bouncing manner.

Looking at her back, Huo Jiang shook his head, and he didn't know how Mr. Xie and Mrs. Xie raised their daughters, all of whom were not as elegant and delicate as everyone should be, too, the Xie family, like the Gao family, used to be business-free, that is, bandits, and now although they wash their hands in a golden basin, it is difficult to compare with the real scholarly family.

Thinking that Xie Chan was not only the cousin of the Xie family, but also the identity of the adopted daughter, Huo Jiang sighed from the bottom of his heart, he still remembered that when he met Xie Chan in the Gao family, among the bunch of girls wearing gold and silver clothes and shoes, only she was plainly dressed, and the clothes on her body were not new at first glance, and her life in the Xie family was obviously not good.

Huo Jiang tried not to let himself think about these things again.

Who is the Xie family, what kind of person is the Gao family, it has nothing to do with him, he is just a passer-by who strayed here, he has his world, and his world and here can never intersect again.

As for Gao Hui and Xie Honglin, they are completely different people from him, he and them are like two rivers, each moving forward according to their own river, and after leaving here, they will never meet.

Only Xie Chan, if a weak and helpless vine, the Xie family is her only place to live, and her adoptive mother is no longer alive, and I don't know how she ended up outside the Guan, let alone if she has relatives in the Guan, if she still has relatives alive.

Thinking of this, Huo Jiangmeng came up with an idea, he wanted to meet Xie Chan before leaving, he could help her bring a letter to her relatives in Guannei, maybe her relatives didn't know that her adoptive mother had passed away, and after receiving her letter, they would come to Guanwai to pick her up.

Huo Jiang felt that his idea was very right, he was just helping people bring letters, and he didn't think about Xie Chan, this was a gentleman's doing, and it was understandable.

The lunch that day was more sumptuous than usual, and there was actually a dish of roasted deer tendon with green onions, which should have been brought by Gao Hui. I haven't heard of deer raising outside the customs, but can you still hunt deer in this snowy weather?

Since he didn't have to chat with Mr. Xie, Huo Jiang had been reading books all afternoon, and what he read was the travelogue he brought back from Qin Ge.

This book was written by the people of this dynasty, recording the customs of the northwest, Huo Jiang found that there are many places in the book, all of which have been marked, obviously the owner of the book has a soft spot for the customs and things recorded in these places.

Huo Jiang also became interested, most readers have this habit, and they like to look for traces of the previous master in old books, and the same is true for Huo Jiang.

Soon, he found that there were several marked places, describing what he had seen and heard in Shaanxi, some were meticulous, and some were passing by, but they were all marked with a wolf pen, and he obviously liked it very much.

Huo Jiang suddenly remembered the plaque in front of the Qin Pavilion that only had the word "Qin" written on it.

That's right, at the beginning, he thought that the master's surname was Qin, but then he didn't dig deeper. Now it seems that this Qin is not the Qin of the surname, but the Qin of the Qin land.

Shaanxi was the land of Qin in ancient times.

Could it be that this Xie family is from Shaanxi?

But this has nothing to do with him, Huo Jiang feels that he must be too idle, it is not okay to go on like this, he can't slack off, in addition, when Gao Hui leaves, he has to find an opportunity to ask Mr. Xie to resign, this kind of right and wrong place, it is better to stay away early.

Huo Jiang closed the book, studied the ink by himself, and thought about writing an art of making, no matter when and where, the homework could not be left behind.

The day outside the gate was very short, and it was already dark at this time, and a dumb servant came in, hung an air death lantern in the courtyard, and two dumb women came in with food boxes, Huo Jiang asked: "Is the son of the Gao family still in Zhuangzi?" ”

He had tried a few times, and these mutes were far more accessible than Fauber, and they would answer any question that was inconsequential. For example, he once asked if there was first snow in the Zhuangzi, and the mutes all answered him in their own way.

Sure enough, one of the servants smiled and nodded, meaning that Gao Gaohui was still in the Zhuangzi.

Huo Jiang was a little irritated in his heart, probably because he had stayed in the Snowy Mountain Villa for a few days, and he had an instinctive hostility towards Gao Hui.

But this man was too powerful for him to be, and he did not dare to make an enemy of him.

Besides, he is a well-known scholar, and Gao Hui is just a bandit.

Huo Jiang comforted himself in his heart, and ate dinner like chewing wax.

The servants packed up the dishes and chopsticks and went out, and he sat back down in front of the bookcase, brewing the craft.

At this time, there was a voice in the small courtyard, as if someone was coming.

Huo Jiang frowned, this is the advantage of being a "prisoner", as long as it is a person in this Zhuangzi, no matter who it is, they can come in casually.