"My white bone fan, with me galloping for so many years, is the first time that someone has left a mark. ”

Zhang Xuezhu looked at the white mark on the big bone of the fan and said.

Anyway, keep rubbing it with your thumb.

It seems to be rubbing it off.

But no matter how hard he rubbed his thumb, he couldn't make the white mark fade in the slightest......

This made Zhang Xuezhu a little upset while being depressed.

Everyone has something they hold dear to the extreme.

It's not necessarily precious, but its location is not next to anything that can be replaced.

From childhood, every child must have their favorite toy.

The girl's family loves dolls.

Boys love to dance with guns and sticks.

Then a little bit of sawing came out.

Finally, it is brushed with a layer of varnish to prevent corrosion and stain.

Even if you play from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, you will be fine.

If you don't have a real one, and you can't play it really, then do it yourself.

For those who are in better condition, you can use some wood scraps.

After the surface is smooth and smooth with a planer, the rough line is outlined with ink lines.

It's nothing more than the more I think about it, the more excited I become, tossing and turning in bed, I can't sleep, and I haven't woken up when I'm on the third pole the next day, and my ass suffers a little bit, and I get a mother's board.

But compared to the grandeur sketched in my mind last night, what is a meal?

The board can shatter dreams, can make people jump up from the warm bed, but it can't stop the reverie in the mind.

However, most children do not have such conditions, so they can only think about it in their heads.

Even if it is leftovers, wood requires silver taels and costs money.

But no matter what kind of imagination comes to mind, there is nothing to be learned.

But not a single step can be left behind.

It's like being reincarnated with the four seasons.

No one can see snow on that day after 10,000 years of spring.

Whether or not it was realized in the end, the whole childhood passed in a dreamlike vision.

Although Zhang Xuexuan is an old guy now, he is a pedant.

But old is accumulated day by day.

When Zhang Xuezhu was a child, he was not a good child who was sensible and obedient.

It is true that the so-called good children of adults must be sensible and obedient.

No matter how shrewd, dexterous, or unusual you are, as long as you are ignorant or disobedient, then you are not good.

In the same way, after thousands of miles of ice and snow, this piece of pure white will also be blown away by the warm and humid southeast wind.

This is the principle of nature and the law of heaven.

No one can go against it.

When he was a child, his family was not wealthy.

But at least there have been a few readers.

The people who read at that time were real readers.

Presumably, every child in every age has experienced the same struggle.

Struggles are divided into large and small, and the intensity is divided into high and low.

Zhang Xuezhi is not exempt from vulgarity.

The rich people at that time were also very cultivated.

At least no one dares to point their noses at and scold the reader for being poor.

In business, he is also very respectful to the bookkeeper he invited.

Not fame-seeking, nor greedy.

A mind pounced on the sage book dipped in the scent of ink.

Although it sounds like a bit of a breeze on his sleeves and a lack of water, he has no worries about food and clothing in life, but he is not very rich.

It's just that I didn't read this book halfway through.

The book was only halfway through the night, and he felt that it was enough.

His family is also a scholarly family.

Eating white flour and fine rice is during the Chinese New Year, and Mr. Bookkeeper can have a fried fish as a snack every night, and then pair it with a few taels of mixed wine.

Zhang Xuexuan's father is also half a scholar.

What is half?

It's the old man who looks at this child.

When a child is three years old, you can know what his words and deeds are like by looking at his words and deeds and checking his behavior.

Those who are hungry for profit are still those who sell their reputations.

Such an act is, of course, a great disrespect to the ancestors and the darkness of the house.

But his father was so bent on doing it.

I have to say that when you look old at the age of three, you don't see the child when he is old.

But Zhang Xuejiu has crossed this age and has developed a strong interest in the opposite sex playmates of the same age in the neighborhood Sili.

The other boys bulldoze the soil and play with wicker, all of them learn to be the dart masters and knights who walk the rivers and lakes.

Or when the second runner in the wine shop, nod his head.

Or ordinary, honest and honest people.

If someone saw Zhang Xuezhi when he was three years old, according to this inference, he would definitely think that his Lao Tzu was not an adult!

At the age of three, he should have peed and mud.

Finally, I used some colorful gravel as an embellishment, and repeated it several times, and a small fan was ready.

When I get home, it's often dark and the night is like ink.

When the mother was relieved, she waited at the door of the house with a lantern.

Zhang Xuexue is good, but he is not interested in these things at all.

I always have to run far away from home to find some strange flowers and plants.

Pull down a small yellow flower, turn the flower path upward, and pull some tough and unbreakable weeds to bundle.

also quietly bit his ears with Zhang Xuexue's father after the lights went out:

"Boss, how do you say this kid is playing with little girl's stuff? doesn't look like a man at all...... Don't wait until you're older to be bullied!"

"Yushu, this kid, has a big idea in his heart. Those stupid kids playing with things, he can't even get into it!"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhu come back with a smile, his heart was a little relieved.

The raised right hand was just about to teach a lesson, but it was slowly put down, and it changed to a sentence of disgust.

Naturally, she saw the gadgets that Zhang Xuezhi was holding.

Work with your eyes open, and rest with your eyes closed.

I may be dreaming of preparing cotton shoes and pants for my children for the winter.

"I'm a reader, can I still see this?"

Zhang Xuexue's father said.

"How do you see that?"

Motherhood always has to worry a little more.

It's not that the scholar is so holy and lofty that his mother shuddered.

But as soon as these three words came out, the owner was about to start dropping his book bag......

The people who are full of mouths don't say anything, and they make a "sub-say" from time to time.

Zhang Xuexue's father said.

His mother pouted, but fortunately it was pitch black and no one could see it.

Every time these two quarreled, as long as his father said the three words: "scholar", his mother immediately became dumbfounded......

Could it be that there are more books here, but the seniority has also decreased?

She remembered that before she got married, when she was the eldest girl, the eldest and most senior elder in the family had a white beard nearly a foot long.

What the old man said, no one in the family dared not listen.

Her mother is a Zhuang family, and at most she can see the new peach charm at the door of the house during the New Year, and she can write her name crookedly with a pen.

This is already a well-read woman in the land of seven or eight miles away.

The only thing that makes Zhang Xuexue's mother can't figure it out is that his father is obviously a father, and when he is a person, how can he always "say it, say it?"

He knelt down and chanted the auspicious words of the ancestors, such as peace and joy, health and longevity.

Every time she recalls such a scene, Zhang Xuexue's mother does not regret that she did not read......

Her generation is small enough in the family, if she reads again, she will have something to say." Wouldn't you have to salute your son Zhang Yushu?

Although he can't write his last name when he comes to get it, his eyes can't see things clearly.

But what he said was also his last word.

During the New Year's holidays, juniors like Zhang Xue's mother have to kneel three times and bow nine times to make a big salute.

Up and down, the two can live in harmony.

On the second day, Zhang Xuexue's father couldn't stand his wife's chatter, so he had to ask Zhang Xuexue what he was doing those things for.

I saw that the little orphan at the station said lightly: "Give it away", and sent him back as Lao Tzu.

It's incredible to think about...... It's completely incomprehensible.

She can't enter this world of scholars.

Fortunately, Zhang Xuezhu's father is not a person who likes to show off all the time and pretends to be high.

They all say that father's love is like a mountain.

What is a mountain?

The mountain is where the quiet pestle is, and there is no change in 10,000 years.

Zhang Xuexue's father thought about it, smiled on his face, and said: "Good boy, he is worthy of my species!

After that, he touched the round little brain of Zhang Xuezhi and ignored it again.

These are in his mother's eyes, but he can't stop rolling his eyes.

As a mother, I want him to learn a craft.

I thought that at least after a hundred years, the child would not be hungry and have no food to eat.

Reading and writing are too illusory in her eyes.

To put it bluntly, it means that it doesn't do anything, it doesn't look like anything, and there is no work in its eyes.

Carefree play, after all, has a head.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Xuezhi also reached the age where he should read and write.

But I can't even afford half a steamed bun.

Every day, he took a white-skinned baked cake and filled his hunger with water.

It was also divided into three parts, otherwise it would have been eaten before noon, and the hungry dizziness in the back was dizzy, but he couldn't even read the words clearly, and he couldn't lift the pen.

Standing with a pen and drawing on a blank piece of paper is not a reliable trade......

I didn't see the old guy sitting behind the letter-writing stall in the market, who only had a sword to break his cotton robe in winter.

Huddled, kept stomping his feet to keep warm, and writing a long letter was just a few big bucks.

Not for anything else, but for a good heart.

Of course, the old gentleman knew that there was a scholar in her family, and that level was much higher than him.

Scholars have three points of temper and seven points of temperament.

Every time Zhang Xuezhu's mother passed by the booth that wrote letters, she would take a few more glances with pity.

Sometimes I have to write a letter to my mother's family, but I don't let his husband do it for him.

I'm going to have to spend some money and go to the old gentleman.

After that, the old gentleman waved his hand again and again.

If Zhang Xuexue and his mother continued to entangle, the old gentleman would not say anything.

I got up and started to clean up the stall and go home and leave.

At the beginning, he resolutely refused to write a word for Zhang Xuexue's mother.

Always bitterly said:

"Big sister, I know you're kind! But your kindness alone is not enough for me to buy new robes and eat meat buns, isn't it? Your family is much more capable than me! I wrote to you, isn't it the class to get an axe? This is absolutely un......acceptable."

Coincidentally, I ran into the old gentleman again.

The old gentleman first beckoned to Zhang Xuexue, who walked over although he didn't understand what he meant.

This market is not large, and the buyers and sellers are all villagers and know each other's roots.

Several times in the future, as long as the old gentleman saw Zhang Xueyu's mother in the market, he didn't say a word, and got up to close the stall.

Once, Zhang Xuezhu also followed his mother out for a walk.

The night before, his mother promised him to come to the market today to buy him some snacks to eat.

The old gentleman asked.

Zhang Xuexue put it in his mouth, and then nodded uncontrollably.

He also stole the granulated sugar used for cooking on the stove in his home.

Zhang Xuejiu has no worries.

When he reached to the booth where the letters were metabolized, the old gentleman put his hand into the pocket of his torn cotton robe, pinched out a pinch of sugar, and put it in the palm of his hand.

"Taste, sweet or not?"

After chewing and swallowing, I put together a piece, but it was bitter again.

As soon as Zhang Xuejiu ate this dish, he knew that something was not good......

Before his mother could react, he used the excuse of peeing and escaped.

For a while, I ate too much, and I was afraid of being beaten.

He also poured some of the coarse grains of salt into it.

I never thought that the dishes that were fried that day were salty in the mouth and sweet in the aftertaste.

The old gentleman of the metabolic letter said with his withered right hand stroking Zhang Xue's head.

Then, he began to tidy up the stall in an orderly manner.

"Mother, why did he leave when he saw you?"

After all, I haven't eaten this sweet sugar for a long time.

After eating, I stretched out my hand, but I still wanted it.

"Next time!"

Although she can't understand the so-called temperament and character of the reader.

But seeing this, my heart is also very sour.

If you don't set up a stall, you don't have income.

Zhang Xuezhi asked.

"Because my mother did something wrong......"

Zhang Xuexue's mother said.

Zhang Xuezhi asked.

"It's wrong to break people's rules...... Sometimes good intentions may not be able to do good things, especially if other people's rules are established, they can't be changed!"

Zhang Xuexuan's mother said.

Without income, you will starve.

In the end, I couldn't even eat one white skin pancake a day.

"What did you do wrong?"

How do you eat books?

But it is a common name for a local teacher.

Those who teach, that is, those who eat books.

Zhang Xuezhu couldn't understand the meaning of the words.

But when he looked at his mother and the old gentleman who wrote the letter, his eyes suddenly became a little respectful.

One of his cousins is still eating books.

That cousin is quite an ancestor.

In the large courtyard with three entrances and three exits, two empty rooms were cleaned up and used as a school house, and classes were opened.

A room was handed over to a child like Zhang Xuezhi for enlightenment.

Isn't there a saying, there are thousands of bells in the book?

That eats books, eats this thousand bells.

Zhang Xuejiu was led by his father to apprentice.

This cousin was polite and light-hearted, and the father and son had dinner and drank tea.

But when the chopsticks fell off the table after eating, he immediately straightened his face, straightened his back, asked his family to remove the table, sat down in the hall by himself, and said to this pedant.

"From now on, I ask a question, and you answer. Don't have two minds, don't have three minds, don't look around, don't ask your father!"

The other room is the older kids who can pick up a pen and write articles.

They all have the same surname in their own family, and they are easy to talk about.

It's just that this reading and learning thing is not sloppy.

This set of incisions was taught to him by his father when Zhang Xuexue was at home, and he memorized it skillfully.

I don't know how many times they have practiced at home.

But today's situation made Zhang Xuexue still a little nervous.

"Yes, the boy must be engrossed, he must be careful, he must be careful, he must be without distractions, he must be without two thoughts, he must be without three thoughts. Don't look around, but only introspect. I don't ask my father, I just follow the way. ”

Zhang Xuezhi said.

But he said six times in a row, "Certain." ”

Then there is an official article on whether it is possible or not.

It's nothing more than an evaluation of Zhang Xue's temperament and character.

Where is the mind of such a young child?

The first two "fixed" are reversed......

But this small mistake is harmless.

is also the son and nephew of his own family, and his cousin does not care.

Isn't that a sentence many times.

His father said that many things in the world are just going through a process and pretending.

It seems like a wasted effort and a waste of time.

On the way to come, his father told Zhang Xuezhu that you don't need to listen to these questions at all, you just need to answer politely and humbly "yes".

Zhang Xuejiu couldn't figure it out......

If you don't have to listen, why ask?

If one of the two is missing, this year will not be like a year.

Everything has its signs.

Those are the signs of the New Year, and these are the signs of apprenticeship.

But if there are fewer empty shelves with bells and whistles, people will not pay so much attention to it.

It's like during the Chinese New Year, and now everyone knows that there is no monster that eats children.

But it is still necessary to replace the new peach with the old charm and raise the pole to light firecrackers.

It was easy to finish a string of words "yes".

Uncle Ben smiled and nodded.

Take the father and son to the back hall.

His father told Zhang Xuezhi not to delve into these forms.

You just have to remember your own instructions, and then draw a scoop according to the gourd, and just learn from it.

This is not difficult for the astute Zhang Xuezhi.

"Silence!"

Zhang Xuezhu stretched out his hand and pointed to the words on the plaque, and when he was a reader word by word, he was suddenly slapped by his cousin and told him to shut up.

Zhang Xuezhi took a leap, looked at his father, and saw that he was also serious.

There are ten portraits in the back room.

Every portrait in Shanghai has a plaque.

"Bogu ......"

Zhang Xuejiu's father stood on the side with a candlestick, and his cousin held three incense sticks and lit them, and then, from right to left, he saluted each portrait one by one.

Xiang San bowed on his head, and then whispered in his mouth.

Uncle Ben's cousin turned his back to Zhang Xuexue, and he couldn't see his face.

I had to put it away and stand there seriously.

Uncle Ben's cousin and Zhang Xueji's father bowed their heads and were silent for about a cup of tea, and the two began to get busy.

One person lights wax, and one person plucks incense.

"Kowtow ......"

The father did not dare to speak loudly, so he said these two words in a breath.

Only then did Zhang Xuexuan step forward calmly, knelt on the futon with both knees, and kowtowed three times with a "knock knock".

But my father's lips kept colliding up and down, as if they were exactly the same as what my cousin was talking about.

After the uncle of the family finished bowing and inserted the incense, he withdrew to the side, beckoned to Zhang Xuexue, and pointed to a futon placed under the portrait.

Zhang Xuejiu was puzzled, and looked at his father blankly.

Zhang Xue's heart is real, ten portraits, thirty rings, each of which is solid.

When it was over, there was an extra flush on the door of my head.

To the left of a row of portraits, there is a small table and two Taishi chairs.

The back hall is paved with wooden planks, not green bricks.

The keel was held up high under the plank, but it was suspended in the air.

This allows the kowtower to make a loud sound without much effort.

Zhang Xuejiu saw his father and his cousin walking towards the little one, humbled each other, and sat down at the same time.

The cousin of the family spoke first, and asked Zhang Xuezhu to kowtow to his father and himself for tea.

There are three fathers and one cousin.

There is a teapot and two teacups on the small table.

The lid of the teapot is tightly clasped, and the spout is steaming leisurely.

At first glance, it is freshly brewed.

This time, my cousin didn't refuse.

After the polite results, they were put on a small table and sent the father and son out.

Today's apprenticeship, the study will start tomorrow.

After these are done, the apprenticeship is completely over.

Because he is the nephew of his own family, Zhang Xuexue's cousin did not accept scholarships.

After some shirking, Zhang Xuexue's father also put away the red paper bag with silver taels, and turned to find a hanging of dried meat out of nowhere as a salute.

Zhang Xuezhu thought for a while and said.

This really made his father's face a little uncomfortable......

I sent you to study so that you could be decent and make you a good person.

When he was sent to the gate, his cousin suddenly asked:

"Yushu, what do you want to do after reading books in the future?"

"I want to open a letter writing stall!"

Zhang Xuexuan's father politely said a few words of humility.

I don't know if the other party is giving himself a step, or if he really thinks so.

Fortunately, in the future, Zhang Xuexue's book is indeed a good read.

Set up a stall, what's going on?

Unexpectedly, the cousin laughed and said:

"Practitioners travel all over the world just to help the world, and scholars distinguish between black and white, and solve problems for others. He is a good seedling, and he will be able to read good books!"

It was here that he understood that when his father occasionally quarreled with his mother, those "who were also the ones who were right". Where did "Zi Yue Shiyun" come from.

"Yushu, you must be down-to-earth in learning. The eyes do not look out the window, and the heart does not think about miscellaneous things. Why not go out as soon as you go out? Don't be greedy. ”

Uncle Benjia said bitterly to Zhang Xuexue.

Other children had to read "Rhyme" for two and a half months, but it only took him three or five days.

What "three-foot sword, six-jun bow." Go to Yan to Guihong" is all in my mind.

In this way, I quickly ascended to the next room, and I could write an article.

I never thought that in the end, he would look like his father.

Lost the pen, threw the inkstone.

can only be counted as half a reader.

But he was afraid that he would be like his father, and in the end he would only become half a scholar.

Things in the world, what are you afraid of.

From this sentence on, Zhang Xueji has been estranged from this gentleman.

Uncle Ben panted and watched as the figure in front of him became farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, until it turned into a black spot, and then fell headlong into the snow.

I don't know how long I was in a coma before I was found and rescued by my family.

Zhang Xuezhu was worried that he would be scolded and beaten when he went home.

On the day Zhang Xuejiu left the school, it was snowing heavily.

The cousin of the family held the ring ruler in one hand and the inkstone thrown away by Zhang Xuezhu, who had just picked it up, and chased it out five miles with a deep foot and a shallow foot in the back.

After all, he is old, and his legs and feet are not so dexterous, how can he catch up with Zhang Xuexue, who is like a rabbit?

It was freezing cold, and I was in a coma on the snow for several hours, and when I got home, I couldn't afford to get sick......

I didn't even survive midnight the next day, so I left.

Yesterday was just over 10,000 heads, and today is the day of the funeral.

I didn't do anything, so I simply went to a friend's house, and hid for three or five days day and night.

When he returned, he passed by the mansion of his cousin, but what he saw was a blanket ......

This uncle of the family is already weak, and he is a scholar, so he has no power to tie the chicken.

Even those rich people met him on the street, and they would dismount and stop in the sedan chair and say to him, "How is the gentleman?"

I never thought about it, but this winter, in order to catch up with an unsuccessful student, I put my life into it.

Zhang Xuezhu saw his father and mother in the crowd.

Zhang Xuezhu stood at the door in a daze, looking in.

Some wept silently, and some glared at him.

After all, his cousin was the most square, simple, and erudite person in the neighborhood.

In the end, he just sighed heavily.

His eyes are full of hatred, and iron is not steel.

Zhang Xuejiu suddenly remembered what his mother had said to him that day in the market.

His father just gave him a calm look, then withdrew his gaze.

Standing near the door was the old gentleman who set up a stall to write letters.

The old gentleman stared at Zhang Xuexue for a long time, without saying a word.

Keep your head down, turn your back, and put your hands on your ears.

In this way, it is impossible to see the disgusted gaze of the crowd and hear their cursed words.

After the burial, the guests dispersed.

At this moment, Zhang Xuezhu's state of mind is exactly the same as that of his mother.

Although I don't know what I've done wrong, if I break the rules, it's wrong.

So, Zhang Xuejiu didn't dare to approach the door, so he had to stand timidly behind the Zhuma Stone next to the door.

Zhang Xuexue's father didn't speak, but also knelt down beside him and knocked three heavily.

After getting up, he took out a fan from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Xueyu.

"This is a relic of the gentleman. Before leaving, I told you to be sure to give it to you. ”

In the dead of night, Zhang Xuezhu took advantage of the quiet stay and ran to the spiritual seat of his cousin in one breath, knocking his head ninety-nine times in a row.

Just as he was about to knock the hundredth time, a hand suddenly held his forehead.

When I looked up, it was my father.

After seeing Zhang Xuezhu take it, his father left.

Zhang Xuezhu fiddled with the fan and also walked towards the door.

It's a white fan,.

His father said.

Zhang Xuezhu wondered in his heart, and he didn't know why he had to give himself a fan.

If you want him to continue studying, shouldn't he give him pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?

Thankfully, it would be the dead of night and no one would see.

Otherwise, fanning outside in the winter will inevitably be called crazy.

Overhead, the clouds covered the moon.

It's empty, there's nothing.

Ninety-nine kowtows in a row, although it was winter, Zhang Xuexue also felt unbearable heat all over his body.

I happened to have a fan in my hand, so I opened the fan and started the wind.

The fan that flew up and down suddenly became brighter, and between the incitements, patches of clear light were sprinkled.

Zhang Xuezhi was stunned by this dazzling light.

But I suddenly saw that there was a picture on the front and back of this fan.

In winter, it is already cloudy and sunny.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xuezhu fanned it, but the dense cumulus clouds on the canopy slowly spread out.

The moonlight slanted down, first shining on the fan in his hand.

This picture can only be seen clearly by the moonlight, and Zhang Xuejiu stopped and pondered carefully.

It stands to reason that according to the temperament of my cousin, no matter what, I have to write a "Zi Yue" and "Poetry", and no matter how bad it is, it has to be a sentence of persuasion.

What "the black hair does not know how to study early, and the white head regrets studying late", or "no accumulation of steps, no thousands of miles; ”

On the front are three feathers.

The two staggered fell together, and one floated horizontally on it, unable to fall for a long time.

On the other side is an open scroll, with "Home and Country" written on the left and "Tianxia" written on the right.

Feather book.

Isn't that his name?

Zhang Xuexue suddenly raised his head to look at the moon and burst into tears......

What do these three feathers mean in a book?

After a while, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhang Xuexue's mind.

Feathers, scrolls.

But it was the one he threw away.

On that day, the gentleman chased after him with a ring ruler and an inkstone.

After falling unconscious, his hands were empty.

When I walked to the corner of the door, I saw that where I was standing during the day, there was still a figure.

It was the comfortable old gentleman in the market.

The old gentleman handed Zhang Xuexue an inkstone.

is still the torn cotton robe that has not been changed for thousands of years.

But before he could take a few steps, he turned around and walked back.

As he walked, one hand was still groping in his pocket.

The ring ruler and the inkstone are not only falling somewhere.

Unexpectedly, it was picked up by this old gentleman who wrote the letter.

The old gentleman returned the inkstone, and then moved away with his hands behind his back.

He actually stretched out his index finger and pressed it hard, staining a little powder, like in his mouth.

A stream of sweetness rises from the tip of the tongue and goes straight to the brain.

Even the moonlight suddenly became viscous.

After approaching, his right hand took out a small pinch of powder from his pocket and sprinkled it in the Yantai held by Zhang Xuexue.

Then he smiled at this, and then he was relieved of his thoughts and left completely.

Zhang Xuezhu looked at the abrupt white powder in the center of the jet-black inkstone, and was wondering what it was.

The fan of Mr.'s relics has been damaged for a long time.

But the inkstone was still there.

It's just that he never took it out and used it.

That's what the old gentleman said last time, next time.

Right now, Zhang Xuezhu looked at the white mark on his fan-shaped bone.

But I couldn't help but think of the moonlight, fan, and sugar that night.

And Zhang Xuejiu also told him the story behind this inkstone.

It's just that the inkstone originally didn't have a lid.

Before sending it out, Zhang Xuezhu added a lid to it with his own hands.

The imprint left by pressing the handful of sugar with his fingers back then was also permanently sealed on the inkstone by Zhang Xuezhu.

On the wedding night of decades of money, Zhang Xueyu gave it away as a gift.

That's the broken lover, I don't understand how the master would inexplicably give himself a piece of inkstone with a broken texture and an old appearance.

I don't know if he finally realized Zhang Xuexue's mind.

It's as if after the funeral, Zhang Xuexue's cousin left him the "feather book".

"Explain that your fan, it's time to change. ”

The two sides of the lid are firmly connected to the Yantai with delicate hinges.

In this way, this inkstone will never leave.

The real name of the broken lover is Shen Li.

But at this time, it was a chance.

When the opportunity comes, everything will come its own.

If the opportunity is not reached, things are not smooth.

Said the broken lover.

Zhang Xuezhu smiled.

As soon as this sentence came out, he knew that the lover must not have understood the thought he had spent on that side of Yantai.

An ordinary child, with an ordinary fan, of course, can't fan the dark clouds overhead.

If it weren't for the fact that it happened to show a little moonlight, the picture on the fan might not have been known to Zhang Xuezhi in his life.

"You may be right. ”

You can't force it.

The same was true of Zhang Xuezhi back then.

It was just an ordinary fan, and Zhang Xuejiu was also an ordinary child.

"If there are flaws, we have to deal with them a lot. ”

Zhang Xuezhu said with a smile.

The broken lover frowned.

Zhang Xuezhu looked at his white bone fan and said.

"Your fan has a flaw, do you want to continue to deal with me?"

The broken lover asked.

"People who don't drink never know how much they can drink, and people who also have flaws don't know how big their flaws are. ”

Zhang Xuezhi said.

As soon as the words fell, the sugar-fried chestnuts walked down from the upstairs with the little girl.

He knew that he was definitely not Zhang Xuexue's opponent, but he didn't understand the significance of Zhang Xue's continued consumption with himself here.

He can win with one move, and then let that Zhao Mingming leave.

Such a procrastinating style of action is completely different from the master in his impression.

"It's you again, why are you following my young lady so ghostly!"

When the sugar-fried chestnuts saw the broken lover, they were angry......

Ignoring the little girl, he rushed to the front and pointed to the nose of the broken lover.

Before, he had obeyed the young lady's orders, and sat motionless in the private room.

At this time, I heard that the hustle and bustle downstairs and the street gradually quieted down, and the flow of people returned to its original clothes, so I thought of going downstairs to take a look.

In addition to watching the excitement, I was more worried about the safety of my own lady.

Zhao Mingming said to the sugar-fried chestnuts.

The sugar-fried chestnut glared at the broken lover viciously, and then saw Zhang Xuexue and Yinxing next to him, and suddenly became a little embarrassed......

Zhang Xuezhu smiled at the sugar-fried chestnuts, he admired this little girl with a pungent personality.

The delicate little hands kept swaying in front of the eyes of the broken lover, and the broken lover was a little dizzy.

He simply turned his face away and looked away.

"Come and sit down!"

"You know her?"

Zhao Mingming asked tentatively.

"How did you end up together?"

But when he saw the little girl standing still, his smile suddenly froze.

Zhao Mingming saw a little panic in his eyes.

Zhang Xuexuan's thumb began to rub the white marks on his fan bones more vigorously, as if he was at a loss.

As for what happened to this little girl and Jing Yao and the others before, she didn't know, and she couldn't talk about it.

After listening to this, Zhang Xuexuan and Yinxing glanced at each other.

Both of them were full of sadness.

Zhang Xuezhu asked rhetorically.

The tone trembles slightly.

Zhao Mingming thought about it for a while, and carefully explained the ins and outs of this little girl to Zhang Xuexuan.

Zhao Mingming said.

"Why are you going there?"

Zhang asked puzzled.

"Where are you going to take her?"

Zhang Xuezhi asked.

"We're going to go to the mine in Hongzhou, the king of the earthquake north. ”

However, when I thought that Zhao Mingming and sugar-fried chestnuts didn't know the identity of this little girl, they immediately understood.

"What about when you go to the mine, but what are you going to do?"

Zhang Xuezhi then asked.

"I haven't seen it, I want to see it. ”

Zhao Mingming replied with great ease.

Zhang Xuexuan was dumbfounded......

It had already made her impatient.

Now the old man is asking again, how can sugar-fried chestnuts have a good face for him?

"I don't know yet. Maybe I'll go all the way to the middle capital. ”

"Why, are you going to follow our young lady?"

Sugar-fried chestnuts said unceremoniously.

Along the way, there are many tails behind me......

I haven't been to Zhongdu City, how can I be embarrassed to say that I have been to this world?

Zhao Mingming didn't know what else would happen next, and she didn't know how these things would affect her decision.

But this is a must-go to the middle capital, and you have to go.

Zhao Mingming thought for a while and said.

The middle capital city, the royal domain in the middle of the city.

Where is the center of the world.

Zhang Xuejiu nodded again and again and said two good words.

"And since Zhongdu City is the center of the world, there must be an excellent Langzhong, who can show her what the problem is. ”

Zhao Mingming said.

Since Zhang Xuexue asked, Zhao Mingming was embarrassed to prevaricate.

I can only say that I am absolutely sure of the place in my heart.

"Good...... It's good to go to China!"

Many things are not told, and it is not concealment or deception.

It's about protection.

The less you know, the safer you are.

Zhang Xuezhu smiled and said nothing.

The secret on this little girl's body, even if the world-famous miracle doctor Ye Lao Ghost came, it would be useless......

However, Zhang Xuejiu did not say anything back.

Seeing the fan blowing, the broken lover was about to swing his knife to resist, but his whole body couldn't move like a clay sculpture.

I watched this fan blow on my body, and there was a burst of coolness, and then I fell straight back, the sun and the moon didn't know.

"Let's go. ”

The fumbling in Zhang Xuezhu's hand stopped.

With a "snap", the white bone fan was completely opened.

Immediately, with lightning speed, he waved lightly towards the broken lover.

I couldn't help but look at this royal beast a little higher.

"He's fine. I just don't want him to continue to cause trouble. ”

Zhang Xuezhi said.

Zhang Xuexue said with his back to Zhao Mingming.

He ...... It doesn't matter, right?"

Zhang Xuejiu didn't expect that Zhao Mingming was still concerned about the safety of her lover.

After getting back into the carriage, the sugar-fried chestnuts pouted.

"What's the matter, but that's what you say?"

Zhao Mingming asked.

"Thank you!"

Zhao Mingming saluted Zhang Xuexue and Yinxing, then beckoned to the little girl with sugar-fried chestnuts and walked towards the door of the Lion Tower.

"This lion building is really for nothing......"

"When we arrive in the middle capital, we can eat whatever we want!

Zhao Mingming said with a chuckle.

Hearing Miss's words, the sugar-fried chestnuts gradually calmed down.

"That Zhang Xiaoyang ordered a bunch of delicious food, let's not talk about it without eating a bite, and we also saw that disgusting pestering spirit!"

Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar for grooming.

The carriage traveled for a distance, but she did not forget to raise her fist in the direction of the Lion Tower behind her to intimidate and demonstrate.

On a hill outside the town.

Jing Yao watched Zhao Mingming and the sugar-fried chestnuts take the little girl back into the carriage and hurry, and she was also relieved.

"I said it would be fine. ”

After finding a passer-by to ask for directions, he concentrated on driving the carriage forward.

It's just that she and Zhao Mingming have found that there is an extremely slender gold thread hanging from the corner of their clothes.

Light and fluttering, like soft clouds, stretching all the way with their tracks.

Gao Ren said happily on the side.

Jing Yao snorted and ignored it.

He didn't need to look with his eyes, and he knew what kind of expression was on Gao Ren's face at this moment.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were still allies at this moment, he would definitely use the scimitar on his waist to cut off Gao Ren's nose.