The fog of a summer morning always feels cold and comfortable, although the days have been a bit gloomy lately, and a heavy rain is gathering its last strength. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jiang He stood in the courtyard of the inn with two big black circles on his eyes, he didn't sleep well last night.

Because he was poor, he was thinking about one problem over and over again: how to make money.

Although a gentleman regards money as dung, if there is no dung, where will the spiritual flowers come from?

Jiang He thought fiercely, and fifty push-ups made him sweat like rain.

After the morning exercise, Jiang He came to the steamed bun shop on the street, as long as he had three steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, the pickles on the table were self-serving, Jiang He broke the steamed buns and ate them slowly with the pickles.

"I don't know what the atmosphere in the capital is, so I'll go to Fang Market today to have a look, and if I don't want to make money, I can really only eat pickles every day. Jiang He stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth vigorously, silently calculating the cost of the coming days.

"It's good if Jing tried, although the court's Yulu is not high, it won't starve to death. ”

"But... If not!"

Thinking of this, Jiang He felt that the steamed buns were a little choked, and he took a big sip of the "incomparably incorruptible" vegetable leaf porridge. I don't know if I can set up a stall in this capital, if I can continue to be a painter, it's not impossible, but it may no longer be as good as in Dushui City, maybe no one wants to ask about my poor person who has no one to recommend.

"A steamed bun seller has its own shop, but I'm not even as good as a steamed bun seller. ”

Jiang He thought wildly, the steamed bun in front of him was already a little cold, and a nasty fly flew around in front of him. There are still seven days before the Beijing examination, and in the next few days, Jiang He has no place to live except for the inn, but he calculated the remaining silver taels in his bag, food and accommodation, barely enough, but if he wants to stay in the capital, it will inevitably be a little stretched.

Jiang He suddenly felt like a poor vegetable leaf floating on the porridge, obviously seeing the rice at the bottom of the soup, but he couldn't catch it. Jiang He angrily picked up the porridge and drank it all in one gulp.

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Several big things happened in the Imperial Mansion last night.

The first thing, Wu Xiaobei was almost stopped by his family in front of the door of the house.

It was late at night before Wu Xiaobei returned to the house, and it was not easy to find his home with his vague memory, and he had not returned for ten years, and she was both apprehensive and a different kind of strangeness in her heart, she couldn't say it. It's like a toy that she has lost for many years and suddenly finds it again one day, and this lost emotion makes her feel absurd and weird.

Wu Xiaobei knocked on the door for a long time, but the family who finally opened the door didn't know this person who called himself "Miss" at all.

It's no wonder that the family, even if the old mother in the family saw Wu Xiaobei for the last time, she was just a yellow-haired little girl. How could a seventeen-year-old girl suddenly come back at a glance.

It's not as simple as what is written in a legendary novel, where childhood sweethearts who haven't seen each other for ten years suddenly hugged each other and cried and said how did you become like this?

Wu Xiaobei finally couldn't stand this nagging for all kinds of reasons, but he didn't let her enter the house, and in the end, Wu Xiaobei let him sleep with a copper coin.

In the second case, Dr. Yu Shi saw his daughter mistakenly thinking that the first seven souls were scared half to death.

It's no wonder that Lord Yushi, he has already confirmed that his daughter has become a ghost in a foreign land, and the memorial utensils at home have almost been prepared, and even the tablets have been prepared and placed on the incense table, and the tablets of the ancestors are put together, just waiting for the obituary to be announced to the world in a few days, and then the soul will be mourned and the funeral ceremony will be held.

Who knew that her daughter had already found her way back by herself!

Wu Xiaobei was a little speechless, watching his name being engraved on the tablet, and there were three incense sticks in front of him.

"Dad, I'm Xiaobei. ”

Lord Yushi burst into tears and knelt on the ground: "Xiaobei, Dad is sorry for you!"

And the psychologically fragile Mrs. Yushi fainted all of a sudden.

"It's all because my dad was famous and mistaken for his family, you don't know how remorseful my dad has been over the years. ”

Wu Xiaobei looked at his father, who was kneeling on the ground and crying like a child, his heart softened, and the once inexplicable hatred dissipated a little.

"Dad, I'm back. ”

Lord Yushi cried even more sadly, "Xiaobei, Dad knows that you are resentful, don't worry, Dad will definitely avenge you, you... Let's go back after playing in the house for a while... ”

Wu Xiaobei was speechless.

"Ahh O my poor daughter ... ”

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"Eh? How can there be a shadow under your feet?"

Lord Yushi finally felt that something was wrong, he raised his wide sleeves and wiped his tears, and looked at Wu Xiaobei who was standing at the door seriously.

Wu Xiaobei's face was full of black lines, and he said slowly: "I'm not dead." ”

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The third thing is naturally that the Imperial Doctor woke up the whole house and announced the safe return of the eldest lady.

"Steward Liu, don't move these things for me to burn. ”

"This... Yes, there's that. ”

"This paper figure took it for me and threw it away, bad luck. ”

"Burn your incense, don't pinch it for me. ”

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Wu Xiaobei was a little stiff and was held in his mother's arms, this fat woman was still as fragile as she was back then, and she could faint three times after crying.

And Wu Qingming, the lord of the imperial history, was full of energy, and asked the old woman to hurry to the kitchen to cook supper. When everything was rearranged, it was midnight, and the three of them sat at the table and looked at each other with candles.

Wu Qingming looked at his thin daughter and couldn't help crying.

"It's so hard for you, my daughter... ”

Wu Xiaobei picked up the lotus seed soup on the table and drank it gently, a little sweet, and he was a little unaccustomed to not drinking it for a long time. She gently put down the bowl, looked at her father, and said, "Steward Liu is dead, Xiu'er. Also dead. ”

Wu Qingming wiped the muddy tears from the corners of his eyes, and his tone was firm and heavy: "I know, I will avenge them." ”

Wu Xiaobei shook his head, "It's not too late to take revenge, let's take back the bodies of the housekeeper and Xiu'er first." They died for me, and I will avenge this revenge. ”

Wu Qingming looked at his daughter, smiled, and then replied firmly: "Yes, they will all pay the price." ”

Mrs. Wu gently grabbed her daughter's hand, still sobbing silently. Wu Xiaobei gently comforted the fat woman who was sobbing on his shoulder, a person he had hated countless times. In fact, Wu Xiaobei remembered that his mother would always come to see him every year, and he would be very happy every year, but after a few days, in the end, his mother would always sneak away cruelly, leaving him alone in the empty compound, so the joy in his heart gradually turned into loss, and finally slowly turned into a faint hatred lingering.

Ever since I was ten years old, I have never seen this slightly chubby relative.

The family of three was finally reunited after ten years, and Wu Xiaobei quietly enjoyed this emotion.

At this moment, she felt very peaceful and empty.

"Finally, if you meet a painter named Egawa in Kyoto in the future, please ask my father to help me more. ”

Wu Qingming looked at his daughter, a little puzzled.

"He's my savior. ”

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As noon approached, Jiang He was sitting at the intersection with a pile of books, he was fanning a worn-out paper fan, which he had picked up from a second-hand bookstore, and he was sitting on a large bluestone, as if trying to think about something.

"Should I go to the left... Or on the right... ”