The warmth of winter seems to be a long drought and rain, and the streets are rarely lively, and the shops are finally able to open their doors to attract business.

I curled up at the counter, flipped through idle books, ate dried sweet potatoes, and sipped on mulled wine.

Fugui complained: Master, you are lazy again.

I stretched my neck out of the counter, held my cheeks and observed the virtuous and busy wealth for a while, and admired myself from the bottom of my heart. To say that Fugui was a typical gentleman before he met me, he belonged to the kind of person who kicked down the oil bottle at home and didn't help it, and often did some things that ordinary people didn't think, such as weaving underwear with gold silk, sprinkling a box of gold leaf in a wooden barrel when bathing, and even the soup spoon and chopsticks were made of sterling silver. Look at the industrious and obedient rich and noble in front of him, exuding a unique atmosphere of good people, I just confiscated his gold chains, gold bracelets, and gold belts a few days ago, and without the decoration of those bags, it makes people look comfortable.

I said, "Fool, come here."

Fugui pouted and lifted his hips and walked in small steps, I picked out the reddest and largest dried sweet potato from the plate and fed it to him, and then naturally handed him the wine jug.

I said: cough, let the teacher heat the pot of wine again, and ask for that altar to get drunk and red-faced, don't be mistaken.

Fugui said: I want to be a young man with a lot of money, rich and noble, and I am an aspiring young man, actually-

I said, "Go and pour the wine, there's a lot of."

Fugui wiped a handful of sad tears and wiped a handful of green snot.

I'll explain: Hey, don't get your snot into the teacher's wine~

Fugui said: Don't worry, Master, poison won't die.

Indignantly, I grabbed the dried sweet potato and stuffed it into my mouth, like chewing wax. I was worried in my heart, should this criminal really add some flavors to the wine of the teacher? I suddenly felt a lot, don't say that the master's profession is really not good, not only to manage the life and death of the apprentice but also to teach him first-hand skills, if the education is not good, it is not good to be incompetent, it is easy to be overtaken by the apprentice, and then it seems that he is incompetent. Master's profession can be summed up as worrying about hard work, no oil and water, and having to be raised and taught as an adult.

Flipping through the villain book in his hand, his mind was full of thoughts.

Suddenly, the villain book was covered in shadows, and the paper became a little darker. I looked up in confusion and saw the thinly dressed beauty staring straight at me. I closed the book and stood up. I just noticed today that my sisters' heights are surprisingly consistent.

Jiang Hua opened his lips slightly, and exhaled a cloud of cold air from his mouth. She rubbed her frozen purple hands and turned to smile at the man behind her, and said, "Husband, let's have a glass of wine here and go to the cold."

The man said, "Okay."

Jiang Hua turned around and looked at me in surprise, and said, "Ah, this is not my sister."

I said: After watching it for so long, I recognized it as my sister, and it seems that the painting's eyes are getting worse and worse.

Then he reached out and handed her the dried sweet potato in his hand.

I said, "Come, eat a dried sweet potato to replenish your body." Don't worry, I won't charge you money, my sister invites you.

Jiang Hua snorted lightly, and pulled his husband to find a table and sit down in the corner. I plucked out my ear droppings and threw the dried sweet potatoes out.

Fugui came to me with a warm drunken face, and asked with a three-eight face: Master, your sister?

I said, "You are blind, the two of us look so much alike, isn't it my sister, is it still your sister!"

Fugui rubbed his eyes and asked: Like ...... Is it?

I inherited the master's educational methods, and without saying a word, I directly threw him to the ground, and Fugui hugged my calves and surrendered: like like.

Because Jiang Hua is good-looking, Fugui volunteered to greet her. I gave permission, as the owner of a shop, I can't do everything by myself, I look like a little second so faceless, I feel like I should try my best to act like a nouveau riche in front of the Jiang picture.

Fugui said: They ordered a pot of "out of nothing".

I touched my nose and was silent.

Fugui said: I remember that Master had never made this kind of wine.

I said, "Silly apprentice, the name is all taken casually, and I want to call it whatever I want." You see, your father can name you Fugui, and he can also name you Goudan.

Under my guidance, Fugui made use of what he learned, and sent a pot of wine at random, and confidently claimed that this wine was "made out of nothing". I am glad that this disciple has the demeanor of what I used to talk nonsense when I opened my eyes.

Fugui said, "Master, I forgot to tell you just now that your beautiful sister wants to catch the wind.

......

In the secret room, I took out a brand new booklet from a drawer, spread it out, and didn't know how to write it with ink.

I asked: Is it to write your name or your ...... Husband's name?

After speaking, I glanced at Xiao Fengfeng, who was sitting next to her.

Jiang Hua smiled and said: Write about the husband. By the way, sister, don't make a mistake, my husband's name is - White Shadow.

I barely managed to pull out a smile. It's really unpredictable, if time goes back a few years, I can't believe that these two people in front of me will tie the knot. If time is going back more than ten years, Xiao Fengfeng's father and mother can hardly predict that his son will be renamed by a woman in the future, and it is gratifying that he has only changed his name and has not changed his surname, otherwise he will not even find his ancestors.

As always, I poured wine for the guest sitting across from me, and whoever entered the secret room and sat on this chair was a guest to me. I generally don't talk about feelings when I talk about money, if I talk about feelings, I won't mention money, and if I talk about money while talking about love, then I won't be a person.

I said: I don't know if you want to buy or sell news?

Jiang Hua said: Buy.

Hearing this, I added a few strokes to the booklet.

I said, "Please."

Jiang Hua said: I want to know why it is you and not me?

I stared at her in confusion.

Jiang Hua said: Why have you been favored by your father and mother since you were a child, why is it only you who can learn art, why are you free and I have to be trapped in the boudoir to marry a wife?

I said, "Because you're everyone's best girl."

Jiang Hua asked: Why don't you have to be everyone's lady?

I said: Nonsense, I look like I'm locked up at home all day to stimulate myself, and I have no choice but to let me out. Besides, if I deserve to be everyone's ladies, then the butchers who kill pigs and sheep in the bazaar are also ladies, don't you think it's fair?

Jiang Hua said: Yes.

I said, "Look at my face, do you still think it's unfair?" You must know a thing or two about what happened back then, otherwise you wouldn't have called me sister.

Jiang Hua said: What does your face have to do with me, it is your life. Do you think you're pitiful like this? It's just a little bit of a broken appearance, but you have been loved by everyone because of it, your father and mother are hurt, your master is hurt, and even the Changgui next door has only been good to you since you were a child, but I have nothing.

I said, "Nonsense, how good-looking you are."

Jiang Hua said: What is the use of having this skin, it is just a canary in a cage.

I said: So in order to resist, you burned down the Jiang Mansion and imprisoned your father?

Jiang Hua said: Compared to my pain, what are these gains?

I said, "You are unreasonable."

My biggest wish since I was a child was to be a normal person and no longer be a monster in the eyes of others. And my sacrifice is obviously meaningless in the eyes of Jiang Hua, if everything is controlled by fate, there is no doubt that her life is good. Sadly, she doesn't seem to think so, and maybe in her mind, I'm the one who has a good life. What we crave is what we don't have and what the other person has, so we are all miserable. I think all of today is the wrong beginning. However, none of us can go back to the past and start over.

The white shadow said: Lady, we should go back.

I took a breath and didn't know what was going to happen.

The two stood up, held hands, and walked out.

It seems that the relationship between the young couple is quite good.

I said, "Wait, I haven't paid yet."

Shi Ying stopped, looked back expressionlessly and asked: How much?

I was clutching the back of my head, a little upset.

I said, "Forget it, don't do it, you guys go quickly."

Shi Ying said: No need to be free, I will send the money in person another day.

I said, "Then I don't give a discount, this business is very unpleasant, I want to charge three hundred taels of silver!"

Jiang Hua pinched his arm and urged him to leave quickly.

Bai Ying said as he walked: Okay, a lot of points.

......

Half an hour after they had left, I calmed down before I walked out of the room.

Fugui held up his drunken face and complained in front of me: Master, Master, I have warmed you three times with your drunken face.

I lifted the round lid on the flask and drank without saying a word.

Seeing this, Fugui stomped his feet in a hurry.

Fugui said: Oh, it's just hot, hot—

I rolled my eyes and pounded my chest. As soon as this thing entered my mouth, I felt the wine boiling in my mouth, but because I drank it heroically, the hot wine rushed into my stomach non-stop, and suddenly my stomach was like a volcanic eruption, crackling, and burning heartache.

Fugui said, "Master, your face is so red."

I reached out and touched my face, and oh, this temperature can roast sweet potatoes. Fugui is worthy of being my disciple, grabbing a handful of dried sweet potatoes and resting them on my face.

I said, "What are you doing?"

Fugui said: Let's see if you can bake dried sweet potatoes.

I scolded: mentally retarded thing, who taught you to roast dried sweet potatoes?

Fugui said, "Ah, I can't do that."

I said, "The old rules, while reflecting on it."

Fugui consciously grabbed the abacus on the counter and squatted in the corner for self-reflection. I found that Fugui has a lot of potential to practice iron head skills, you see, this kid has a lot of iron.