Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Boy in White in a Wheelchair
"Sister Qiao'er, the one parked in front is the ox cart going to Xitang Town."
She pointed to the ox cart parked under the big willow tree and explained with a smile: "There is no carriage in Longquan Village that goes directly to Lingyan County, so you have to change trains in Xitang Town." ”
"Xiuyan, you must come to the county seat to play if you have a chance."
Wang Qiaoyan was a little reluctant: "I'm waiting for you in Lingyan Academy." ”
"Uh-huh."
Ye Xiuyan smiled and nodded: "Mother agrees, I'll go soon." ”
"Su-yeon."
Mrs. Wang stroked her hair and was amiable: "It's not early, it's time for lunch, you can go back quickly." ”
"Okay."
Ye Xiuyan nodded obediently, waved goodbye to the three of them, and ran back happily.
"This kid is handsome, has a good character, and is clever, and he likes it when he looks at it."
Mrs. Wang smiled and watched her run away, reluctantly retracting her gaze.
"It's a pity."
Wang Quan sighed gloomily with his eight-character beard: "Xiliang does not allow girls to go to school, and they are blind to such good seedlings." ”
"Father."
Wang Qiaoyan had a flash of inspiration, and she was a little happy: "Since you are optimistic about Xiuyan, it is better to take her as an apprentice and teach her schoolwork, so that she can succeed in her studies in the future, maybe she will be able to make a splash and go to Fengqi National Entrance Examination Imperial Academy to become a female official." ”
"I'll see it."
Mrs. Wang's eyes lit up, and she was full of approval: "Xiliang is a vassal state of Fengqi, and the people of Xiliang are also the people of Fengqi, and they also enjoy the qualifications to be admitted to the Imperial Academy. ”
"There's no urgency."
Wang Quan's heart was moved, and he stroked his beard and smiled: "She is tight with her mother, and she may not be willing to let go, let's think about it in the long run." ”
"Great."
Wang Qiaoyan was overjoyed with her blessed spirit: "Xiuyan worships her father as a teacher, and when she comes to Lingyan Academy to study her homework, I will have company, and I don't have to be angry with those boys with nostrils on my head every day." ”
"You."
Mrs. Wang listened to the music, and smiled and sneered: "If you can't do anything, you can't do it, and you're not convinced all day long, and it's strange if you don't get angry with yourself." ”
"Mother."
Wang Qiaoyan's ears turned red, and she hugged her mother's arm and coquettishly: "You don't care for me, help outsiders figure me down." ”
"My mother said that you can't do two sentences?"
Mrs. Wang poked her forehead with a smile, and reprimanded angrily: "If you really have the ability to convince people with your real talent and learning, how can your mother not support you?" ”
"Dad, look at my mother, hit me again."
Wang Qiaoyan pouted and was unhappy, let go of her mother's arm, hid behind her father's back and complained: "The glass heart of the daughter who hit her is about to be shattered into slag." ”
"Hahaha."
Wang Quan laughed loudly with the eight characters.
Mrs. Wang smiled at the corner of her eyes: "The ox cart is almost full, let's go over." ”
"Okay."
Wang Quan smiled and pulled her daughter out from behind, and the family walked to the ox cart with a smile.
*
Surabaya River.
Like an arrow from a string, the boat speeds along the rapids of the river to catch up with the luxury passenger ship that follows the current.
A sturdy guard ran out of the cabin, waved a rope and wrapped it around the side of the boat.
The black-clothed young man laughed loudly, ran away with a rope, threw the bamboo pole to the guard, and landed smoothly in a chic manner.
"Shizi."
The guards looked respectful, took the bamboo pole, and handed it over.
"Hmm."
The black-clothed young man smiled and bowed his head, and without stopping, he lifted the curtain into the cabin and went up two floors of stairs.
"Jing Cheng, you're back."
The window of the private room on the second floor was open, and a young man in white, who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, was gentle and handsome, turning his wheelchair and looking back at him.