Following.

It's still early in the morning, and Fenghe is still studying.

Qiao Zhenzhen should still be ...... Sleeping in bed in the dark did not add much vitality to the satisfaction of the desire to shop.

This time, the doorbell rang a little early, Feng He went over and opened the door, and there were two women in blue uniforms standing outside, looking a little old, with a huge box behind them.

One of them spoke: "It's Miss Qiao Er, right?" We were asked by the property to come over and clean up for Miss Joe. ”

Joe...... Second Miss ...... What is it called?

Feng He's mind turned, thinking that Qiao Zhenzhen was going around saying that she was her sister, well, although there was some suspicion of taking advantage, she had no evidence.

So these two women are what Qiao Zhenzhen said she was coming in the morning, auntie?

No immortal energy, no spiritual power fluctuations, proper ordinary people.

Feng He turned sideways and asked people to come in, ready to get slippers for them.

"No, no, we brought it ourselves, Second Miss, you can rest, or you can go out for breakfast, it's early in the morning, hehe."

The aunt took out a pair of slippers from her backpack and laughed with her.

"Well, okay, thank you."

Anyway, she is not good at doing housework. Dealing with people, even less good.

Feng He returned to the balcony and continued to nest in the chair using the "foreign language learning software".

This English is much simpler than Sanskrit, and it is quite easy and pleasant to learn, compared to those foreign words, she occasionally can't understand the Chinese vocabulary in it.

It's okay, learn slowly, with an artifact like the Internet, it's very convenient to look it up.

It's not like before, even if the ancient books she collected are piled up into a small mountain, it will be hard trouble to find them.

Thinking of this, it's a pity for those ancient books.

The barrier was completely destroyed, whether it was bamboo slips or sheepskins, they were very fragile without protection, not to mention the later paper, there was a high probability that it would not be preserved.

Feng He finally knew what a "shield machine" was.

She may be the first demon in the world to be woken up by a human high-speed railway, not like Qiao Zhenzhen, an aunt can wake her up by cleaning.

"What about Xiao He, what about Xiao He?"

Qiao Zhenzhen put her unkempt hair on her head, felt out of the bedroom, and easily found the balcony, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the figure outside the floor-to-ceiling glass.

"I'm afraid you'll lose it." She rolled herself into the curtain again and said coquettishly.

"How so?" Feng He pointed to the words on his phone to show her, "I'm learning this." ”

Looking at the "Yo pido un plato de carne" above, Qiao Zhenzhen reacted for a moment, but did not fully react.

She was a little unsure, "Xiao He, you learned wrong, right?" This doesn't seem to be English? ”

"Oh yes, I've finished the English part, this is Spanish, didn't you say that there are a lot of foreign languages to learn?"

Qiao Zhenzhen: ......

"You're really a monster!" @#￥%！

"So what?" Any questions?

Qiao Zhenzhen: !!

"Excuse me."

Everyone is a demon, why is there such a big difference between brains and melons?

Qiao Zhenzhen didn't have time to think about this carefully.

The next second she put herself out of the curtain, she saw her aunt unpacking those packages from yesterday, and then ran to command.

Dressing up is king!

As for the brain seeds, for her, it's enough.

……

Auntie's hands and feet were nimble, the house was originally very clean, and the sanitation was done after dividing five by two, and then, the three of them entered the cloakroom and tossed for a while.

Everything has to wait for Qiao Zhenzhen to take it out and match it one by one, try it, take pictures and save it, and then hang it up.

Next, I had to pick out some of the used ones and send them to care.

She invited Feng He to join her, but was politely declined.

This kind of "happiness of being a female star", Feng He feels that he is unblessed.

In contrast, she would rather go out and see the street scene during the day. I came back all the way last night, and the various houses whose colors were hidden in the night thought that they would have a different flavor in the sun.

Qiao Zhenzhen ignored her for the first time, just told her to bring her mobile phone, and plunged into the sea of clothes, hats, shoes and bags.

Feng He felt out the door according to his previous memory.

On weekday mornings, it is rare to see a few people on the road.

She walked along the brown skirt of the white wall, stepping on the shadows of the sycamore trees dancing in the wind all the way, very leisurely.

Turning a corner, he walked forward, and before he knew it, he was outside the red house where he was suspected of meeting an acquaintance yesterday, and Feng He naturally took a few more looks.

Hey?

It's really not wrong, it's really that little Lu Langjun.

What kind of magical fate is this?

Lu Gui was walking towards the door, still wearing a gray shirt and shorts that she couldn't name, and the people next to him who were dressed like Qi An Xianjun......

Looks out of place.

However, his temperament is very outstanding, and people can't help but take a few more looks.

Feng He subconsciously hid behind a tree, rubbed his eyes, and looked again, he was indeed right. The sharp facial features carved like a knife and a kettle, with eyes as clear as a lake, this wonderful cooperation is difficult to recognize.

But what is he doing in Xinhai City?

A little curious.

After all, there was nothing to do, and Feng He followed the man from a distance.

Seeing that he crossed three or two streets, turned around, and entered a small shop, Feng He also followed. Before she could get closer, she stopped suddenly.

I can't help but sniff my nose, it's a special fragrance.

She followed the fragrance and stood at the door in a daze, it turned out to be a simple yellow croaker noodle restaurant.

Lu Guiran sat inside.

"Oh, I haven't seen you for a long time, Mr. Xiao Lu has become handsome again? This time it's another time to come and collect wind? The middle-aged woman who looked like the proprietress was wiping the table with a rag while turning back to talk to him.

"No, this time I'm mainly here to participate in an event, but after that, I may go to the surrounding area to collect wind." Lu Gui replied over there.

A few years ago, he was entrusted to teach at the Children's Palace here. This store was opened by the parents of the students, and they came and went, and they were familiar with it.

Feng He was shocked, she actually heard a long sentence from this person's mouth for the first time.

The movement of the proprietress stopped, and she looked happy: "Oh, Mr. Xiao Lu is also a celebrity now." Do sprinkle activities wow? ”

"Ninggawo uh four-body, don't listen to everything!"

(Don't inquire about other people's family affairs.) ）

An uncle came out with a bowl of noodles and put it in front of Lu Gui: "Xiao Lu, don't pay attention to your aunt, eat more, it's not enough." ”

The proprietress pinched the uncle's arm, and then turned her head again: "Xiao Lu Si Ganing (his own person), right?" ”

Lu Gui nodded, took out the chopsticks from the chopsticks holder, mixed the noodles carefully, and said, "It's not a big event, it's the Tang Dynasty Cultural Week that Xinhai City and Chang'an City are holding together." ”

"Oh, I know! Ala Nanen was a little volunteer at the East Coast Art Museum, saying that there was an exhibition of gold and silver artifacts in Sahojia Village? ”

The proprietress wiped her hand on her apron and sat down opposite Lu Gui: "That village is very powerful, huh?" ”

Lu Gui couldn't explain clearly to the proprietress, so he could only continue to nod, "Yes, the opportunity is very good, there are a lot of collections here, and you can also follow and learn more." ”

Feng He frowned outside.

Who is this "Nannan", why is Xiao Lu Langjun so patient.

"Excellent! Nan En went to cram school and came back immediately. ”

The proprietress had a twinkle in her eyes, "Nan En also wants to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, and I have been talking to Teacher Xiao Lu for a long time." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, a teenage girl with a schoolbag passed by Feng He, shouted "Teacher Xiao Lu" in her mouth, and ran into the store.

Lu Gui turned his head when he heard the sound.

His gaze moved beyond the little girl to the man outside the store.