After being reminded by her, Ah Li looked at her body nervously, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she said disdainfully: "I deliberately wore this covetous Xiaoyue." Why don't you just go into a study center, endlessly showing off. It's annoying! When she saw me like this, Xiaoyue's eyes turned green. Her mother was reluctant to buy it for her. Ali said as she entered the back room.

Yushu is a little strange, how can this Ah Li be able to show joy on her face, her eyes are full of disdain for Zhang Xiaoyue, and at the same time, there is still a bit of disdain in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. I didn't expect the loyal and honest Duan to be sisters with Ah Li. The two sisters are not at all similar in appearance and temper.

Duan Shi saw her enter, and then said apologetically to Yushu: "My sister is not bad by nature, but she is unforgiving. Little lady, don't blame, don't blame! ”

When the little boy and mother heard this, she snorted a few times in disagreement. The people in the shop also buried their heads in eating and drinking, and did not evaluate how Ah Li was.

As the saying goes, like gathers like like things. can have a relationship with Zhang Xiaoyue, no matter how good it is, it is limited.

Yushu smiled brightly at the Duan clan and didn't say anything.

When I got home, it was nearly evening. Zhang's had already made dinner, and he was anxious to wait. Hearing the sound of the street door, he hurried out, "You're back, A-Niang is going to die in a hurry." ”

Yushu raised her hand and shook the bamboo tube in her hand, "Look, I'll go to Baoye'er Hutong to buy you the old Duan bean curd." Didn't you say you wanted to try it last time? ”

Zhang smiled and complained: "This kid is really." How can you buy delicious food for your mother? happily took the bamboo tube from Yushu's hand, and then frowned, "Xiaoyue didn't embarrass you, right?" ”

"Oh, no." Yushu closed the street door, turned around, and faced Zhang with a questioning face.

Yu Shuqiang cheered up and said with a smile: "The training center is not a place where she can go wild." ”

Zhang smiled again, "Well, too." ”

In the evening, wisps of rice waft out. The afterglow of the sunset stretched from the sky, dyeing the thin faint cloud silk with a light blush. Sitting on this scene, even if the cicadas are noisy, they can't get bored.

Two monks, an old man and a young man, stand at the mouth of Chongning Lane. The old monk closed his eyes slightly, twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, and was silent for a long time. After standing for a long time, the little monk's feet were sore, and he finally couldn't hold it anymore and asked, "Master, who are we waiting for?" ”

"You'll know when you come."

As soon as the old monk's voice fell, the voice came from far and near, "Yunmian, Yunmian? Where are you? It's time to go home for dinner. I bought fish today, and I'll make it for you at home. Yunmian, Yunmian? ”

A man slowly emerged from the shadows. The little monk looked carefully, he was about thirty years old, he looked like a scholar, his face was vegetable, his facial features were thoughtful, and his temperament was gentle. A black mole the size of a millet grain on the tip of his left eyebrow adds a bit of bookish air to him. The blue shirt was washed and washed, and although it was white, it was flat and neat, and there were no fine folds. He was followed by a big yellow dog, with a shiny coat and a blazing eye.

The little monk looked at himself. The old monk had already walked over to him.

The man stood on tiptoe, looking for the wall, and did not look at the road, so he stepped on the old monk unexpectedly. He was down-to-earth, and after stepping on it, his center of gravity was unstable, and in a panic, he knocked the old monk to the ground.

This time scared him a lot, and after he stopped, he made amends to the old monk who fell to the ground.

The little monk felt sorry for the master, ran over a few steps, helped the old monk up, and kept complaining: "You are really! If you hit someone, what's the use of just doing it, you should first help the person up and ask if it was broken! ”

"Yes! Be! The mistake is Xiaoke, and I hope that the master will forgive. He said with a deep sigh. He apologized, and the big yellow dog pouted at the little monk.

was yelled at by the big yellow dog, the little monk couldn't cry or laugh, and said in his heart that such a pedantic and honest person raised a quarrel king.

The old monk hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way." The donor is to blame himself. The little monk helped him to stand still. The old monk looked at the man, his heart was slightly shocked, and he put his hands together, "The donor is kind-hearted, but you still need to remember that the dark room is not a bully." ”

The man was slightly stunned, not understanding why the old monk said this, but he also responded politely: "Thank you for the master's kind words, Xiao Ke will not dare to forget." As he spoke, he continued to do so. The owner of the big yellow dog became more and more dissatisfied, and his voice was raised twice.

The little monk helped the old monk out of the alley, and from time to time he whispered the sound of "Yunmian" behind him.

The little monk couldn't help muttering: "This person is poor and pedantic, and he is patient with the lady." ”

The old monk seemed to be displeased, coughed lightly, and the little monk shrank his shoulders in fright, "I made a mistake, and I knew my mistake in vain." ”

The master and apprentice walked for a while, and the little monk saw that the old monk's face was a little pale, and couldn't help asking, "Master, is the scholar you are waiting for?" ”

"Fools are not too stupid." The old monk sighed, and said: "It's useless, don't look at him now, he may be able to become an important minister in the court in the future." ”

"Really?" The little monk was a little skeptical. Can such a person still be an official?

The old monk nodded, "That's why you need to remember that the dark room is not a bully......"

After dinner, Yushu embroidered under the lamp. Zhang brought a bowl of sour plum soup and put it on the table, quite worried, and said, "I heard that Song Po said that I want to pick it again!" ”

The silver needle in Yushu's hand froze, and then smiled: "Choose it." No one can choose me. She didn't forget to shake her little fist proudly in front of Zhang's eyes.

The honey of A, the arsenic of B. If you have a crippled hand, you don't have to worry about being selected into the palace.

Hearing her say this, Zhang frowned and asked, "Yu'er, don't you want to enter the palace?" You can wear clothes with good materials when you enter the palace, and there are a lot of particularly beautiful hairpin ring jewelry...... "Zhang is like a bad guy who uses sugar men to lure children, and he talks about things that ordinary girls can't resist.

Yushu shook her head and chuckled, picked up the sour plum soup, took a sip, and said slowly: "A-Niang, if I can eat the black rice and fish you make every day, I will be content." ”

Zhang suddenly forgot the purpose of saying those words, his eyebrows and eyes stretched, and the flowers and branches of his smile trembled, "Ah, you love to eat fish now?" In the past, you always talked about fishy, I thought ......" Zhang wanted to speak and stopped, as if he didn't want to talk more about Yushu's amnesia, so he gathered his sideburns, "I'll make more for you to eat when I go back." ”

"A-Niang, whatever you do is delicious." Under the light, Yushu's big eyes shone brightly, coaxing Zhang's eyebrows and smiles.

Zhang Shimei was enough, his face turned pale, and he was a little worried, "The thief hasn't woken up yet." You say, I'm not going to kill the thief, am I? If he really died, would he let me die? You said that this man is very strong, and he is too weak, so I smashed a vase on him, and he hasn't woken up until now, what's the matter! The more Zhang said, the more angry his heart became, he copied the sour plum soup in Yushu's hand, and poured it down a few times.

"Auntie, don't worry about it. Liao Zhixian knows it. Yushu picked up the silver needle again and embroidered it.

Zhang poured the last two drops of sour plum soup on the tip of his tongue, smashed it, smashed it, pulled his shoes, turned around and went to the kitchen, wanting to hold another bowl, and muttered as he walked: "You don't know Liao Zhixian, how do you know?" ”

Yushu smiled slightly and teased: "A-Niang, two hundred and five can still be the magistrate!" ”

The words fell, and Zhang's hearty laughter came from the kitchen.