But between the lines of the letter, there will always be some sorrow that is not quite in line with Fan Ruoruo's age. I think it should be Kyoto Fuzhong, after the death of the eldest lady, the aunt who gave birth to a son became more and more arrogant, the little girl was alone in Kyoto, and Si Nanbo was busy with official business, and her rì son may have some small problems.

Picking up the pen and dipping it in some ink, Fan Xian thought for a moment and began to reply. In the letter, he wrote very secretly, asking his sister to first buy more time with Count Sinan, to show Xiàn in front of his father to be weak and cute, and never complain, but to occasionally show resentment.

The second step is to show that aunt and arrogant brother in front of Xiàn is more powerful, the so-called good people are bullied, if you want not to be bullied, you must at least show that you have the will to resist.

The third step is to be kind to the subordinates in the family, especially to Earl Sinan's staff, to adopt the kind of pure and innocent eyes, watching the uncle show boring admiration.

Then, as little as possible, offend the current hostess of Kyoto Prefecture, suffer a little, and then find a way to let the male owner know about this - any man will have an inexplicable protection, not to mention his own daughter, I believe that under the influence of the surroundings, Count Sinan will definitely remember that his dead wife also left a daughter for himself.

But this kind of family skill also needs to be mastered, Fan Xian casually nodded a few sentences, thinking that if he was smart enough, he should understand what he meant, but he didn't know if this kind of trick he learned from romance novels in his previous life would be useful.

He waited anxiously for a reply, for fear that his blind ideas would cause trouble to the eleven-year-old girl.

After two months, Fan Ruoruo's reply came, I don't know if these tricks worked, or if there was no so-called stepmother abuse incident in Kyoto Prefecture at all, in short, Fan Xian could clearly see that his sister was very happy recently.

It's just that in the letter, Fan Ruoruo asked with some puzzlement, why should he be kind to the subordinates in the family. Fan Xian realized that in such a hierarchical society, not everyone views the relationship between people like himself. So he went to another letter and told a few little stories to show that respecting this matter is not only good for others, but also good for yourself.

Originally, Fan Xian wanted to copy a few stories from his memory and sandwich them in a letter sent to Kyoto, because he remembered that when he read textbooks in his previous life, authoritative critics always praised Boccaccio for singing about love in the book and advocating social equality and equality between men and women.

This is a small episode in Fan Xian's life, but it allowed him to find some kind of jīng divine sustenance, and it seems that whether the little girl in Kyoto is doing well has also become an indicator of his happiness index in life.

Although Fan Ruoruo, who is far away in Kyoto, is young, she can also feel from these letters that the brother who is far away in Lanzhou seems to be different from ordinary children. The pair of brothers and sisters, who have a huge difference in psychological age, exchanged letters like this, and it was obvious that Fan Ruoruo was also infected by Fan Xian, and the words and conversations in the letters were much more mature than ordinary little girls, and their views of the world began to have some very subtle changes.

chūn has kites, summer has fish, autumn has bluebirds, winter geese, letters come and go, and rìzi passes like this.

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Every time Fan Xian wrote a letter to Fan Ruoruo, he would keep smiling wryly and shaking his head, his arm had basically not been better in the past few years, either swollen or painful, like a pinprick in a needle. Sometimes he couldn't raise his right hand at all, so he had to write with his left hand, so that Fan Ruoruo, who was in Kyoto, would be amazed at his brother's caution when he received the letter.

This qiē all originated on that night six years ago.

After Fei Lao left, Xiao Fan Xian was very lonely, and one night he sneaked out of the dog hole with his little legs, came to the strange grocery store that was often closed, and found the back door familiarly, took out the key from the thick blade of grass under the corner of the stone steps, and opened the door to enter.

It was pitch black in the grocery store, and it wasn't until Fan Xian came to the back door that a faint oil lamp was lit inside. Xiao Fan Xian snorted, found the rice wine prepared for him by Wuzhu very lightly, smiled sweetly, and drank it with a bowl of wine.

Wuzhu doesn't drink, and Fan Xian didn't even see him eating, so he was used to it a long time ago. Self-conscious drinking, but this scene can't help but look a little absurd, a six-year-old boy actually pours wine like a heroic ranger in the world, no matter who sees it, he will feel dazzled.

But Wuzhu just let Fan Xian drink, never cared about his intentions, and even consciously began to prepare a few small cold dishes for this young master to drink.

Although he drank rice wine, he would still be a little dizzy after drinking too much, Fan Xian squinted at the cute little drunken eyes, looking at the blind man who had no expression on his face and seemed to never get old: "Uncle, why haven't you changed much over the years?" ”

He then asked himself and replied, "It seems that the peerless powerhouse can really stay in Qing Chūn forever...... However, haven't you practiced internal skills?"

"Uncle, how many really powerful people are there in this world?

"Rank nine, why is it nine again?" The drunken little guy didn't notice the loophole in his words.

"What level are you?"

"No level?"

"How many levels of idiots are there in Dongyi City who practice the Sigu Sword?"

"No level?"

"Who is in Kyoto, who is the uncle, what level is Ye Liuyun?"

"Still no level?"

In fact, all the words were Fan Xian's self-questioning, and finally he grinned and said, "That's not possible, I also have to practice to be levelless." ”

The blind Wuzhu's hand is slowly but firmly cutting the shredded radish, he is quick to cut the knife, but the blade will be withdrawn as soon as it touches the board, jīng is indeed to a very terrifying point, and the cut out of the shredded radish is as thick as if measured with a tool, not a fraction of the difference, crystal on the board, very beautiful.

Wuzhu raised his head, hesitated slightly, walked to Fan Xian's side, and stuffed the kitchen knife in his hand into his hand.

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