What made Qin Liu even more depressed was that Sister Ma Feng actually went around the courtyard of their Li family and said to her who was drying clothes and the little mute who taught the children to shoot arrows: "I know who killed the tax collector!" ”

Eyes were fixed on the little mute.

Qin Liu panicked, she obviously felt the coldness of the little mute's whole body.

She hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Sister Ma Feng's arm and smiled: "How do you know everything?" Let's go, my sister-in-law has made a new mung bean soup and a pastry, can you try it? ”

The little mute is a murderous demon who doesn't blink, if he suddenly slaughters Sister Ma Feng, how can he be worthy of Ma Ang?

Sister Feng sat in the spacious hall of the Swallow Building, drinking warm mung bean soup, eating soft and sweet pastries, and then looked at Sister-in-law Li who was sitting in front of her, with complex and gentle eyes, tears fell from her eyes.

She and Sister-in-law Li were originally like sisters and aunts, but how did they get to this point now?

She still lay on the table and cried.

Qin Liu sat beside her, stroked her back, and said slowly, "But this pastry is not delicious?" It's called a cake, and it's not easy to make.

Beat the egg whites into a snow-white foam, and stir the flour and oil, egg yolks, and milk well.

It's a lot of hard work, I can't do it, but the little mute does it well. After stirring well, it should be put in the stove to bake for half an hour, and the fire should not be too big or too small.

I've tried several times before I succeeded this time, but you have a mouthful, and Da Lang and Erlang haven't tasted it yet. ”

Sister Ma Feng listened to Qin Liu's gentle chatter, slowly stopped crying, and finally asked: "Sister-in-law Li, obviously I knew the little mute before you, and I asked him to work in your shop so that he would not live on the streets, why did he treat me like this?" Why does he listen to you so much? ”

Qin Liu is a bit big-headed.

She thought for a moment and said, "The little mute is a person who knows a lot about Entu. We fed him and gave him a house, and I made him clothes up and down, and he listened to me and did whatever he wanted.

You have been kind to him, and he should remember it. But if you want to make him like you with this idea and marry you, I'm afraid it's not easy. Even I'm afraid I can't do it.

To truly like someone is to help him become a better person. ”

Sister Ma Feng didn't seem to understand: "However, I don't even know his name, how can I help him become a better person?" ”

"That's what you have to think about. Besides, there are so many good men in the world, and there is not just a little mute, why are you so persistent? ”

Sister Ma Feng said angrily: "I'm just unwilling! My sister Feng is talented and good-looking, and my brother is a thousand households, he is a wandering beggar, why don't you look down on me! ”

It turned out to be for self-esteem!

Qin Liu couldn't help laughing, thought for a while and said, "Sister Feng, it's not a problem for you to be idle at home all day, otherwise, open a bookstore in the store where the original dumpling shop was made, and you can copy books and sell them yourself." If you meet the little brother who came to buy books, wouldn't a literati like Yang Gongzi be a hundred times stronger than the little mute? ”

Sister Ma Feng is different from ordinary poor girls, she has struggled at the bottom of the society, but she and her family have made a fortune through struggle, and her heart is when her self-confidence is bursting, and ordinary men can no longer enter her eyes.

Instead of this, it is better to let her copy the book to understand the reason, and then touch the nails, she may have a clear understanding of herself, and then she can find her mother-in-law's house, and she can also have a good home.

Sister Ma Feng listened to Qin Liu's words, took the sample book given by Qin Liu, and went home to copy the book.

A few days later, a small bookstore was opened in the original storefront of Ma Li Dumpling Shop. Sister Ma Feng dresses up beautifully every day while guarding the store and copying books.

Qin Liu would occasionally put on a wide coarse cloth coat and put on a hat to go out to buy vegetables and meat, and when she saw Sister Ma Feng in the bookstore, she was amused and a little worried.

It is true that some people go to the bookstore, and there are also some literati occasionally. But in this military town outside the Guan, where will there be too many literati? Even if there is, most of them are middle-aged and elderly men with a lot of beards, where can they get into Sister Ma Feng's eyes?

She felt like she had made a spur.

On this day, Ma Yue personally came over to invite Qin Liu: "Sister-in-law Li, Yang Gongzi, who lived in the inn a while ago, came here again and said that he wanted to see you." ”

The little mute with the child on the side suddenly said, "I'll go with you." ”

Qin Liu nodded, let Li Laohan, who was walking around in a wheelchair, look at the two children, and went to the Jiangxuezhai Inn with Ma Yue and the little mute.

Yang Gongzi still lives in the business suite with the name of the place he lived in last time, and the room has been empty since he left, cleaning every day.

When he arrived at the door of the room, he saw the little guy standing respectfully with his hands crossed in front of his abdomen, Qin Liu didn't know why he was a little nervous.

She handed the hat to Ma Yue, pulled the coarse cloth clothes on her body, cleared her throat, and finally knocked on the door.

"Come in." The sound in the room was clearer and gentler.

The little guy opened the door, Qin Liu entered the house, and the little mute wanted to enter but was stopped by the little guy. The little mute directly pushed the little guy and staggered, and followed Qin Liu into the house without saying a word.

Qin Liu coughed embarrassedly and looked at the man in the green shirt in the room: "Young Master Yang......"

Yang Shen glanced at the little mute calmly, and said in a gentle tone: "Miss Liu, please sit down, Yongxiu brought some refreshments, I just want to invite the girl to taste one or two." ”

Yang Gongzi pointed to the tea table on the side, on which there was a small stove steaming, two cups, and a plate of snacks.

The oval shape of the pale yellow snack is no different from the chestnut cake that has appeared many times in dreams.

Qin Liu's eyes were slightly red, and he sat down at Yang Gongzi's instructions, took a piece of dim sum and put it in his mouth to taste it slowly.

The sweetness and softness of the chestnut cake bloom between the lips and tongue, and the past flashes through my mind like a painting.

The three children were playing and laughing together in the gazebo, and crying angrily when they couldn't grab the chestnut cake......

Qin Liu burst into tears.

Yang Gongzi, who was sitting opposite her, also became excited, he stood up, his eyes were moist, and his voice trembled: "Ah Jiang, you are Ah Jiang!" ”

Qin Liu stood up and hugged Yang Gongzi with tears in his eyes and cried.

"Brother Xiu!"

"If you're not dead, I know you're not dead!"

The two cried for a while, but they still separated. Yang Yongxiu asked: "Ah Jiang, what happened back then, why did the Liu family say that you died suddenly, how did your uncle ......?"

Qin Liu shook his head weakly: "I don't know, I don't remember anything." I didn't even know you, and I only remembered it later. ”

For Yang Shen, Yang Yongxiu's memory was original, but this memory was like being integrated with Qin Liu, and she suddenly exploded emotionally, crying bitterly and couldn't help herself.

At this moment, Qin Liu felt that he was the original Liu Xuejiang, and he was no longer the lonely learning machine Qin Liu.

Yang Shen's moist eyes shone like black gems: "It doesn't matter, we can always find out a little bit." ”

(End of chapter)