Chen An bent down and picked up the book on the ground.

A small voice came.

"Sir, do you have a favorite candidate?"

Chen An put the book back in Luo Cong'an's hand and smiled.

"Don't think too much, I've already refused."

Getting the answer she wanted, the girl visibly recovered.

She took her husband's hand in both hands and rubbed it against her face.

"Sir, if there is such a thing in the future, can you discuss it with Cong'an first?"

Chen An was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.

"Of course, I don't have a family in this life, Cong'an is my only family, if I don't consult with you, who should I consult?"

Hearing this, Luo Cong's eyebrows bent, and he only felt a little sweeter than eating the sweetest candied fruit in the world.

There was a hint of cunning in her eyes, "Then it's okay, don't hide it from me." ”

"Sir's future wife, she must pass my test."

Chen An responded a little perfunctorily, because he never thought about getting married.

If nothing else, he won't live long in this life, and there is no need to delay others.

……

……

Spring goes to autumn, and it is three years in a flash.

This year, Luo Cong'an was eleven years old.

Her hair was getting longer and longer, almost falling down to her waist, and it was usually very difficult to take care of it alone.

"So, that's why you asked me to comb your hair every day?"

Sitting in the girl's room, Chen An held a wooden comb and gently helped her manage her frizzy hair.

In front of them was a crimson dresser, on which rested a bronze mirror, reflecting the girl's increasingly delicate and lovely appearance.

Her skin is delicate and smooth, and she can be broken by blowing, and there is not the slightest flaw to be seen.

The corners of Luo Cong'an's mouth rose slightly, and she snorted, her slender calves swaying in the air.

"It doesn't matter what, it's all gentle."

In the past three years with Chen An, Luo Cong'an has completely let go of himself, not only has a much more lively and cute personality, but even the coquettish thing is like eating and drinking.

Now she is like a cloud of mud compared to the little beggar who hid in a dark corner and stinks all over her body.

Chen An smiled and didn't bother with her.

He took care of the girl's long hair, and couldn't help but twist a handful with his fingertips and rub it carefully.

"Don't say it, your hair is so good, it's really the only time I've seen it in my life."

Chen An did not hesitate to praise himself.

Luo bent her eyebrows, she leaned back, and the whole person fell into her husband's arms,

This is her favorite position when she is with her husband.

The tip of the nose lingers, full of the smell of gentleman.

Clean and clear, refreshing and refreshing, it exudes a good smell from the inside out, like rain in an autumn night, which makes people want to get closer and take a deep breath.

After being tired of it for a while, Luo Cong'an seemed to suddenly think of something, she straightened up and found a stack of yellowed rice paper in the cabinet.

She laid the rice paper flat on the dresser, spread it out carefully, then pointed to the words written on it, turned her head and asked, "Sir, is this a poem you wrote?" ”

Chen Anben looked out the window in a daze, and when he heard the inquiry, he turned his head.

When he saw the rice paper on the stage, he was stunned, and then said: "I wrote it, but I didn't create it." ”

Poetry is a good thing, often when it is silent, Chen An will pick up the pen and write something casually.

He pinched the girl's face and said with a smile: "Okay, I was looking for a long time in the study before, and I thought it was blown away by the wind, but I didn't expect it to be you." ”

Luo Cong'an smiled, she picked up the rice paper, and leaned on her husband's arms in the posture just now.

"Sir, tell me about it......"

Over the years, under Chen An's tireless teaching, Luo Cong'an has basically escaped from the category of illiteracy, and can also perceive the charm that belongs to words.

Therefore, she was particularly interested in the poems written by her husband.

In other words, as long as it is related to Mr., she is very interested.

For her requirements, Chen An has nothing to do.

"You don't say I have this idea too, but I've been forgetting it lately."

"This person is old, but he is easy to forget."

When Luo Cong'an heard this, he pouted unhappily, "Mr. is not old." ”

Chen An smiled and did not refute.

He stretched out his finger and read it to Luo Cong'an.

"First ......"

"Who reads the west wind and is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and stands in the sun......"

Chen An's chanting was quickly interrupted by Luo Cong'an, who hurriedly changed the position of the rice paper and took out the one on the lowest layer.

"Okay, sir, I'm going to listen to this, shall we read this?"

She pointed to the words on the rice paper and smiled.

She prefers the simple and straightforward meaning of this one to the first poem.

Even after being interrupted, Chen An's expression was still calm.

His patience has always been good.

He followed the girl's finger and whispered, "The car is far away, and the horse is longing." Jun travels to the east and east of Shandong, and Ande flies to chase the west wind. ”

Thinking of this, Luo Cong'an, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly opened his mouth to pick it up.

"May I be like the stars and the moon, and the night will be bright and clean."

……

……

The morning passed quickly, Chen An and Luo Cong'an had lunch, and he pondered and said, "Do you want to go to a private school?" ”

This idea was not something that Chen An came up with on a whim, but he had thought about it many times a long time ago.

The main reason is that Luo Cong'an usually stays with him and has not been in contact with his peers for too long, so he is a little worried about Luo Cong'an's physical and mental health.

So after thinking about it again, I still asked this question.

The private school is led by the City Lord's Mansion, and most of them are children of big families in the city, and they are heavily guarded, so there are no accidents.

Of course, the most important thing is that Chen An works in a private school, and even if Luo Cong'an really encounters something, he can arrive as soon as possible.

"Really?"

Luo Cong'an's eyes lit up, she didn't want to go to private school, she just wanted to stay with her husband for as long as possible.

But when Chen An saw it, he obviously misunderstood what she meant, and thought that she had indeed been depressed for a long time and was eager to go out and make new friends.

So Chen An nodded, "Of course you can, in fact, I should have told you earlier......"

He felt guilty that he had not fulfilled the responsibilities of a guardian.

In the afternoon of the same day, Chen An came to the City Lord's Mansion.

The city lord's surname is Ma, and he is a slightly chubby middle-aged man with a rich physique.

When Chen An found him, the lord of Ma Cheng was playing chess with others in the study.

To Chen An's surprise, the one who played against the Lord of Ma City was actually Li Ye, a classmate who had come to the door before.

The chessboard is staggered with black and white, and the two big dragons are entangled together, Chen An casually glanced at it and saw that it was very difficult for the white chess to work, and most of them had to be sent.

And the one who holds the white chess is the lord of Ma Cheng.

He suddenly looked up and saw Chen An walking in, looking a little surprised.

"Mr. Chen, why are you here?"

His chubby belly was topped, and he 'accidentally' turned the entire chessboard over.

(End of chapter)