The voice of the man in white was magnetic, like a heavenly voice: "I wrote these books, used to sell, and begged for a living." ”

"Oh? What did you write? It's amazing. "Xiao Mian Gua admires these literati and ink writers very much.

"Childe has been promoted, it's just some stories I made up when I had nothing to do." The man in white spoke modestly.

Jun Moyan swept away unhappily and ate the taste in the ear of the small noodle melon: "Literati, do you like it?" ”

"Uncle, don't make trouble, I'm very interested in stories." The little melon's eyes were full of light: "What is the name of this son?" ”

The man in white said indifferently: "In Xia Herun." ”

"Herun? The name is excellent and goes well with it. Gui Yuxi stretched out his thumb and praised: "How much do you sell these books?" ”

"Fifty copper plates are enough."

It's really the price of cabbage.

"It's so cheap, I'll buy a copy." The little noodle melon wanted to pay for it, but he found that his purse was missing, and when he looked back, it was in the uncle's hands.

It's embarrassing.

I am most afraid of running out of money when I buy things.

She secretly pulled Jun Moyan: "Uncle, give me the silver." ”

"If you want to hear anything from this king, don't buy it." Well, the big vinegar jar is overturned.

The little noodle melon drooped a little face: "Listen to what are you talking about, uncle?" Big bad wolf? White Rabbit? Little monk? Those boring and uninteresting stories are really enough to hear. ”

Jun Moyan: ......

The story he worked so hard to make up was so disgusted by Xiao Miangua.

It's really angry about the king.

"Uncle, if you don't give me the silver, then ......" The little melon milk is fierce: "Then you will sleep on the ground tonight." ”

"Yo, you see these two are arguing."

"Haha."

"Fight at the end of the bed."

"This son, you better give you the silver, otherwise you will sleep on the ground at night."

Everyone laughed.

Jun Moyan's ears were red.

How can the little noodle melon be so open?

If Xiao Mian Gua heard this, he would be helpless to spread his hands: Uncle is really difficult to serve, when he was conservative, he brought himself to the country of Flowing Fire in order to force himself to open up, and now she has let go, and the uncle dislikes himself for being open.

Alas.

Talk to your uncle about how it's so difficult to love.

It's not right inside and out.

Jun Moyan stuffed the purse into her hand, leaned into her ear and said, "Look at the eyeballs again, be careful......"

Hmph, the threat of the red fruit.

Xiao Mian Gua happily bought the book.

Before leaving, Jun Moyan glanced at He Run.

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Jun Moyan thought that he would be able to return with a face after going back.

But the noodle melon actually held the book and kept reading it hungrily, and he didn't take Jun Moyan in his eyes at all.

Jun Moyan put the book under the pillow: "Sleep." ”

Xiao Mian Gua wanted to talk back, but then thought that if he talked back, the uncle would definitely hide the book.

Heck, forget it.

For the sake of books, bear with me.

Although the two of them now live in the same bed, they still don't dare to take off the little melon too presumptuously, and they have to wear two layers of underwear to feel safe, and they don't dare to sleep upright, so they can only sleep on their sides.

Chasing books, if you can't finish the story in the end, it's an itch in your heart.

"Uncle?" Gui Yuxi heard Jun Moyan's even breathing, and called a few tentatively.

Well, Uncle slept very soundly.

She quietly took the book out of her pillow.

Jumped over the uncle's body and sneaked down the foot of the bed.

She sat on the small stool outside, watching with relish by the light of the marquee in her mouth.

Suddenly felt that the light was dim, and the little noodle puffed out his cheeks: "It's over, can you be a competent bird lamp?" ”