I promise

Chapter 825
Meeting Jian Congyue in Heshengtang was indeed unexpected for Ling Fu.

In the early winter, the grass and trees are withered, and the leaves on the ancient pagoda tree are all gone, leaving only sparse branches hovering in the corner of the sky, leaking out a scattered, slightly warm winter sun.

Chang Jihai was still wearing thin clothes, leaning on the stone table and flipping through a medical book.

There was also a neat stack of two or three books on the table, and the paper was quite new.I thought it was just.

As he approached, he heard Jian Congyue talking.

"...At first I thought it was inappropriate, and I was stunned for a few days. But then I saw that girl was getting better every day, and I thought, we practitioners spend half our lives learning this skill, why? No disease, peace of mind and body. As long as this is achieved, why care about whether the person seeking medical treatment is sick or not, and whether she is really treated... People live a long time, and the end of the day is the end of these things. On the contrary, I am confused about the truth of my life.”

The old man shook his head and didn't mention his name.

But Ling Fu was clear in his heart, and he knew he was talking about Mu Dianke.Walking over, he took the teapot from Uncle Fu, approached to pour tea for the two old people, and sat down.

Chang Jihai's expression was indifferent, but he didn't take it seriously, "Tao is not a constant way. But it's okay to keep it sincerely and change it at the right time."

He took a sip of tea, but smiled: "Beginners, it's better not to teach like this."

Jian Congyue also laughed, "It's too roundabout, not as transparent as the old man."

"Flexibility has its merits, and persistence has its value." Chang Jihai said lightly, "There are different laws in the world, and there is no superiority or inferiority. It's just sticking to one's heart."

After drinking tea for a while, I picked up the medical book again.

He casually asked, "What has the kid been up to lately?"

It's not difficult to answer this question, but Jian Congyue made a difficult one.

"Forgive me, old man." The old doctor said shamelessly, "I'm old and blunt, I lost a bet with Miss Fourth, and I promised her not to say anything about it."

Chang Jihai looked at Jian Congyue's solemn appearance, and smiled, "Why is it so close, tie up a lantern?"

Jane became more and more silent.

I should have thought that Chang Jiabao put so many people around Mu Dianke, what is there that the old man can't know?

"Yes."

Chang Jihai knew it all, and it would not be considered a breach of promise if Jian Congyue said it in more detail, so he opened up the chatterbox, "...half the yard is full, and I don't know what to do—what kind of color is it?" All of them are very festive. It is said that they will be taken out in these two days. I am really worried. A funeral is going on at the Mu family’s ancestral house in Qingshan. Do you scold disobedience down your spine?"

Although the little girl Mu Si is full of crooked reasoning and always chokes her beard and stares at him, but he appreciates this clever girl from the bottom of his heart.

I really don't want to see her make the road narrower and narrower.

"Do you know what she's going to do?" Chang Jihai asked Ling Fu instead of Jian Congyue.

Ling Fu thought for a while: "Maybe it has something to do with Young Master's birthday?"

Yin explained: "Old Master, do you still remember that after the First World War in the Wasteland, Miss Fourth stayed in Qingshui Town for seven days before leaving as promised? Before that, Young Master hurriedly made a batch of Kongming lanterns in a workshop in the town, and planned to put them on the town that night. She saw it. Later, when the people left, the young master took a boat to see the lantern...I guess, Miss Fourth didn't go far at that time, so she should have seen it too."

I saw it, remembered it in my heart, and wanted to pay back his debt.

Jian Congyue didn't speak at this time, she thought that Mu Dian would put up some colorful lanterns at this time to anger the Mu family - but she was thinking too narrowly.

"I haven't heard you say that." Chang Jihai said.

"I'm afraid that the old man will feel bad." Ling Fu sighed, "I still feel bad when I think about the appearance of the young master when he went back that night."

Things went surprisingly smoothly.

Ling Fu took the matter of putting up lanterns during the funeral to attract right and wrong, and proposed to invite Mu Dianke to Changjiabao to celebrate Chang Qianfo's birthday. Chang Jihai only hesitated and agreed.

In fact, Ling Fu knew very well that Mu Dian and the Mu family had gotten into such an incompatible situation, that they had no affection for each other, and it didn't matter if they were filial or not, and the old man didn't care.

Except for people like Jian Congyue who are self-denying and respectful, no one really takes this matter seriously.

Just putting a lamp on, what could be more terrifying than the coffins being carried out of the city one by one?

The old man felt sorry for his grandson, so he pushed the boat along.

Chang Qianfo went to Hongli Lane excitedly after receiving Ling Fu's approval letter.On the way, he thought about seven, eight, or ten ideas to persuade Mu Dianke, and the draft was finished, but it was useless.

"Do you really want to go?" He confirmed again and again.

But don't be duplicity, and reluctantly agree to him, and it will be uncomfortable when you go.

At this moment, Mu Dian showed a little displeasure, frowned, looked at Chang Qian Buddha dissatisfied, and said, "Could it be that you don't want me to go?"

"Of course not." Chang Qianfo hurriedly explained: "I was worried that what happened last time would be unpleasant. You have a knot in your heart, and you want to be alone with me."

Of course Mu Dian only wanted to stay with Chang Qianfo, but since Chang Jihai had invited her, no matter what the reason was, she had to continue.

If you refuse this time, there may be no next time.

"You also want to spend your birthday with your family. Isn't this the best of both worlds?" She smiled, "And this time with you here, how can I be bullied?"

The more sensible she was, the more Chang Qianfo felt distressed, "I have wronged you."

Mu Dian shook his head with a smile, "Where is the grievance? I already knew that your grandpa didn't like it. I didn't come to Luoyang because of him. Just treat me well. And you worked so hard for our I can't do anything about planning in the future, let alone hold you back."

After several months of recuperation, her complexion has improved, her lips are bright pink, opening and closing like tender petals, as if she can smell the sweet fragrance.

Chang Qianfo's eyes changed when he watched, he hugged Yi Ren's waist and moved forward, bowed his head and kissed her.

But he asked Mu Dian to push it away.

Chang Qianfo turned his head and looked out following Mu Dianke's line of sight, only to see that the door that was originally closed opened at some point.

Yao Zhen stood in the crack of the door holding a colorful bamboo ball, his eyes were wide open, as if it was rounder than the ball.

Mu Dianke gave Chang Qianfo a reproachful look, and went to appease Yaozhen.

The resentment in Chang Qianfo's heart, he watched the aunt and nephew holding hands and walked away, and heard Yao ask in a childish voice: "Little aunt, why did Uncle Chang bite you...Does it hurt? Xiao Ke'er give it to you Blow."

To say that he has really mixed impressions of the child Yaozhen—sometimes Yuxue looks cute, like an elf in the world; sometimes it's really... very uncute!
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After Chang Qianfo left, Mu Dianke began to worry about giving gifts.

She has worked so hard to prepare for half a month. Needless to say, she will definitely not be able to use it this time - she can't hire a few boats and take the lights to the green water lake in Changjiabao.

Dancing is even more unworkable, with so many elders present.

Chang Qianfo's birthday was approaching, and the ceremony selection was really urgent, but the two people she could discuss with——Yu Yi and Mu Yueting were all on Qingshan.

Mu Dianke sat at the gate in distress, thinking: Give gold and jade hangings, Chang Qianfo doesn't seem to like these things; sending calligraphy and paintings is too casual, it seems not careful; sewing belts, making a purse, the craftsmanship is really good Shabby...

This gift-giving matter is simply more troublesome than the most difficult math problem in the world!
Today coincides with the "Zongji Day" when Kucaihua only has one day a month. The two little ones sat under the tree and ate happily around a whole table of snacks.

It was a rare time when Mu Dianke was worried, Kucaihua spoke out with an air of superiority, "If you want me to say, the dignified son of Changjiabao, you can have whatever you want, and you really don't lack one or two gifts. Or, don’t give it away, if you want to give it away, go all out and give it a big one—”

Mu Dianke heard the little girl's tone, and felt that it was not a good thing.

Sure enough, Kucaihua curled her lips and continued, "Didn't you notice, as long as Chang Qianfo sees you, those two eyes are shining in the dark green, like a wolf that has been hungry for several years. It's like—don't blame me for not reminding you, this man, if you give him a hard time, something will happen, and you will suffer at that time."

"Crack!" A sauerkraut jar fell from the sky and landed on the food table.

Mei Longxue hid quickly and escaped unharmed.Bitter cauliflower was splashed with soup all over the face, and screamed: "Who? Who did it?! I'm going to die—"

If you want to talk about Kucaihua's skill in cursing people, it's not just talking about it casually.If you piss her off, you can put your arms around your hips and scold for an hour without repeating the same thing.

But now, she really dare not scold.

Mu Ziyan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he walked over to Mu Dianke. Seeing her blushing face and a faint shy look, he didn't get angry, "I said you are going to hit me!" These messy people you found?"

【Lighting up】Volume 68, Chapter [-], Xu Laisheng

　I almost fainted from the heat at the construction site today.Half of the blame is because I ran to read the old history of Qingchuan yesterday, and was forced to stay up until twelve o'clock to write articles.People who write articles are not worthy of reading books, and why are other people's articles written so well... If this article is broken, please trouble the author next door!

　　
　
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