Liu Jian, who never believed in ghosts and gods, after recognizing the album, his little face turned pale instantly, and he stood on the bed as if he had seen a ghost in vain, trembling lightly.

"What is this?" Butterfly Dance leaned over again and picked up the villain book. But before he had time to look at it, he was snatched away by Liu Jian's hand that reacted. "What are the kids looking at!"

"Hey, let me see!" Butterfly Dance stared, and reached out her little hand to grab Liu Jian's forearm. The latter jumped behind him with agility, and there was a clatter of the planks on the pavement. Butterfly Dance relentlessly climbed into bed to chase after her, and the two seven or eight-year-old children were running and frolicking on the big bed.

When a girl saw the old bustard's mother frowning at Wang Liuzhi, who had fainted in fright, she summoned the big man outside the door and carried out the odorous pollution source.

The smell of scratching was quickly covered by the smell of fat powder from the women in the room, and the old mother came from the shabby bedding, covered the remnants of the stall, and simply cleaned up the scene.

Bang Bang Bang!

An old woman smashed the whip loudly on the side of the bed, and the sweaty butterfly dance stopped, and suddenly realized that there was still a room full of girls and terrible old mothers and bustards, standing by the window and not daring to move again.

Liu Jian glanced at her, but saw that her little face was bitter when she lowered her head, and she couldn't help but laugh a few times with some chagrin after the accident.

"What are you two doing!" the old woman's voice was a little anxious, and the laughter of the girls around her fell on her ears, which was a sarcasm of lax discipline. The middle-aged woman glared at the two children and said hatefully, "You will have to be whipped today." ”

Liu Jian also had a bitter face, and the thin whip was very painful, and he tasted it once half a month ago, so he didn't dare to resist the fate of being a little servant again.

"They're still young, so it's inevitable that they'll play with older surnames. A woman in a white shirt and skirt was holding the old bustard's arm, but she was explaining to Liu Jian and Diewu. With plain eyebrows and light makeup, a smile can always make a man's heart sway, but she is charming and vulgar, if the white lotus shakes gently, she reveals a compelling spirit.

She is the first girl in Feng Manlou's Qingyin, and she is also a big signboard of Feng Manlou.

"What Miss Sui Si said is reasonable," the old bustard patted the girl's slender hand, and Liu Jian, who had been secretly observing this woman without makeup, keenly captured Sui Si's eyebrows and frowns. "Kid, don't be so harsh. Haruko?"

"Hey!" Liu Jian replied respectfully, and he was about to learn to be called by others, but the word 'mother' couldn't come out of his mouth anyway. can only say: "Xiao Chunzi is here." ”

"What is it that you hold in your hand?"

"Yes, yes..." Liu Jian shook his hands, and what he was holding in his hand was not a small album, but a hot potato. "It's a picture book. ”

"Don't show it to your mother yet!" The fat woman shouted again, and Liu Jian could only hold the album with a bitter face and hand it to the fat woman. Looking at the short hand stretched out, the jade ring sank into the flesh of the fingers, and I don't know when it will be broken by the fat.

This otaku must-have ...... Huh, why did you change your name?

Liu Jian blinked, his heart was a little more stable, could it be that this is another false alarm?

"Hundred Flowers?" the old bustard took the booklet and whispered, if she wiped the fat powder off her face, she should be regarded as a yellow flower of yesterday with still charm. "Vulgar, but carefully tasted, and a little elegant. ”

"The handwriting is also beautiful. Miss Suisi laughed on the side. So a group of young girls behind him began to comment on the three beautiful characters on the cover of the booklet.

This one said that he could write at a young age, and the other said that the handwriting was neat and had a charm; another girl asked Liu Jian if he could read, and the little guy who graduated from college nodded confidently again and again.

"Oh?" the bustard looked the boy up and down, and asked, "I can read and write at a young age, but someone teaches me?"

"No one taught, just looked at the calligraphy and paintings in the front hall and backyard, and pondered it myself. ”

"You can be literate by pondering it yourself, what do you let the gentleman of the study do? Some girls chuckled, and some laughed and cursed. "It's a young age, but it's not small. ”

"You can't learn this deceptive skill, how can you get it when you're old. ”

"Men are born with this virtue, and they deceive women, regardless of age. ”

"If you are literate, you will know if you try it. Qing Yin chuckled casually, but made the girls around her stop arguing. She took out her silk handkerchief from her sleeve and took two steps forward and handed it to Liu Jian who was standing on the bed. "If you can read the above three or five words, you are telling the truth. If not......"

The jade man's angry expression made Liu Jian slightly stunned, although he had been soaking in this fireworks land for more than half a month, he rarely saw this famous Qing Yin.

I took the embroidered handkerchief, and I knew that it was a good silk silk, and opened it carefully, but I saw a small poem embroidered in the corner. Although he didn't understand what the beauty of ancient handwriting was, just looking at the embroidered words was elegant and handsome, which made him feel very comfortable.

The characters are in traditional Chinese, and Liu Jian can recognize them, there are two or three characters that he has never seen, but he can guess probably.

I have never learned the biting words and flat recitation of ancient Chinese, although Liu Jian still remembers the way the elementary school teacher shook his head and recited, he didn't want to try. just chanted calmly: "With the dream of a foreigner, Sijun does not envy immortals." ”

"Yes, I do. The girl was a little surprised, and looked at the little guy carefully, and saw that he was quite handsome with red face and white teeth, and stood upright and gave people a sense of politeness, without any young ignorance, frivolity, and a hint of laughter at the corner of his mouth.

"Why, really literate?" exclaimed the old mother beside the bed, "but I watched him grow up, and no one taught him, how could he recognize these words?"

Liu Jian secretly rolled his eyes, isn't it remarkable to be literate? Glancing at Butterfly Dance and the little girl on the side of the girl's skirt, feeling the admiration of these people, he couldn't help but be a little disapproving.

"I never thought that Xiao Chunzi was so talented and intelligent, that is, he was born in our Fengmanlou, but it's a pity. The old bustard smiled and sighed, opened the album in his hand, and asked, "It is said that it is a hundred flowers album, why are the pages blank?"

"Blank?" Liu Jian, who had just relaxed, was a little apprehensive, and the feeling of holding this little life in the hands of others made it difficult for him to get used to it.

But under the eaves, people have to bow their heads, and since he is reincarnated in the land of green buildings, he can only use clever words to protect himself.

"Xiao Chunzi saw that the girls in our Fengmanlou were all beautiful and outstanding, so she wanted to draw the demeanor of your sisters in the book, so she named it the Hundred Flowers Book. ”

Looking at the smugness and joy on the faces of the old bustard and the girls around him, Liu Jian breathed a sigh of relief again, and finally had another round.

"You can also paint?" casually snorted, startling the little guy next to the bed. Girl, what are you so surprised about, Liu Jian arched his hand, "Naturally, it won't, but I'm also thinking about it myself, maybe it will be one day." ”

The girls in the room were laughing and laughing, and in the laughter, they went back to the house to rest at the urging of the bustard.

"Who would have thought that our Fengmanlou also had a prodigy. ”

"I'm really smart, and I can read and write by myself. ”

"Hmph, maybe someone taught it to please my mother. ”

As soon as the warbler and the swallow left, the big house seemed empty. The old bustard's mother took two steps forward, handed the booklet to Liu Jian, and said with a smile: "Then you think about it, if we can have a painter in Fengmanlou, we can also save my mother some silver taels." ”

"Xiao Chunzi must work hard!" Liu Jian held up his small chest and made a loud noise, borrowing the slope to get off the donkey, getting cheap and selling well, this ability can be learned without learning. "I have long thought about becoming a painter and saved money for our Fengmanlou. ”

"Yo, this little mouth is sweet, and he can really talk," Wang's mother's old hand wearing jade, pearl and jade wrenches pinched Liu Jian's face, "If you want to learn to paint, ask the girls if anyone is willing to teach you." ”

Liu Jian pulled out a simple smile, trying to arouse the old woman's maternal surname. This trick really worked, and the old bustard said that he would appreciate it and let the two old mothers go to the kitchen to make some tonic lotus soup, which was regarded as a substantial reward for him.

Liu Jian sighed secretly in his heart, it seems that the road from Xiaowu to Guigong is still very long.

But that Wang Liu, the master remembers your hatred of falling and winning silver, let's ride a donkey and read the record book, and we'll see.

After the tea was cool, a few of the remaining servants in the same room surrounded Liu Jian and asked questions, because they learned that Liu Jian could read and write by himself, and these children worshipped him as an idol.

Butterfly Dance came forward and asked for the album again, but found that it was not the one she got in her dream, so Liu Jian let her take it to play.

After passing away these excited little guys, he sat on the edge of the bed and exhaled a long breath. At first, I was just frightened by myself, and I thought there was some supernatural event. But at this time, when I came back to my senses, I found that I had inexplicably passed through reincarnation, which was the real talk of gods and ghosts.

Feng Manlou's cooking skills are remarkable, listening to the old mother's chatter, this is a famous chef in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and he Xiaochunzi has a mouthful.

A few plates of dim sum and a bowl of lotus seed soup let Liu Jian sit on the bunk and eat with a mouthful of liquid, which is also one of the few delicious dishes he has eaten for more than 20 years.

I was very happy to watch a few little guys in the same room swallow their saliva on the side. He tasted a few plates of dim sum one by one, licked the corners of his mouth, and pushed the chopsticks towards them.

"This is given to you by Mother Wang," the little mosquito swallowed, and his voice was as thin as a sound. I don't know why he, a boy, speaks more confidently than a woman, "We can't eat it." ”

"What's given to me is mine, and I'm up to me. Let's sleep in the same bunk, and we will be blessed together. Without waiting for Liu Jian to say a few more words, a few small claws had already emptied a few small saucers.

"He's still a loving guy. The old mother on the side smiled, but didn't say anything more. Liu Jian looked at the butterfly dance sitting in the corner and rummaging through the "Hundred Flowers Book", and leaned over with the small bowl.

"Now, here you go. ”

"What are you doing! My sister said, I have nothing to do, and I am either annihilated or stolen. ”

"Forget it, alas, this delicious lotus seed soup. ”

"Give it to me!"

"You're not not?"

"I regret it, can't I?"

"Okay, why not. ”

Liu Jian smiled and handed over the porcelain bowl, especially not forgetting to blow the hot air. Looking at the cheerful butterfly dance with the jade spoon drinking, Liu Jian felt a trace of warmth flowing all over her body for some reason, and imprinted her red little face in the bottom of her heart.

Anyway, you're the woman who cried for me.

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