The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

Chapter 27 The Boy in White in the Wheelchair

"Sister Qiaoer, the one parked in front is the bullock cart going to Xitang Town."

She pointed to the ox cart parked under the big willow tree, and explained with a smile: "Longquan Village does not have a horse-drawn carriage that goes directly to Lingyan County. You have to transfer at Xitang Town."

"Xiuyan, if you have a chance, you must come to the county to play."

Wang Qiaoyan felt a bit reluctant: "I'll be waiting for you at Lingyan Academy."

"Uh-huh."

Ye Xiuyan smiled and nodded: "Mother agrees, I'll go right away."

"Xiu Yan."

Mrs. Wang caressed her hair, amiable: "It's getting late, it's time for lunch, you should go back quickly."

"Okay."

Ye Xiuyan nodded obediently, waved goodbye to the three of them, and ran back happily.

"This kid is handsome, good-natured, and clever. It makes people like him just by looking at him."

Mrs. Wang watched her run away with a smile, and looked away reluctantly.

"Pity."

Wang Quan stroked his mustache and sighed sadly: "Xiliang doesn't allow women to go to school, such a good seedling is blinded for nothing."

"Father."

Wang Qiaoyan had a flash of inspiration, and she was overjoyed: "Since you are optimistic about Xiuyan, why don't you accept her as an apprentice, teach her her studies, and if she succeeds in her studies in the future, maybe she will become a blockbuster. Lady."

"I can see it."

Mrs. Wang's eyes lit up, and she was full of approval: "Xiliang is a subsidiary country of Fengqi, and the people of Xiliang are also the people of Fengqi, and they also have the qualifications to be admitted to the Royal Academy."

"It's not urgent."

Wang Quan's heart moved intentionally, and he stroked his beard and smiled: "Her mother holds her tightly, and she may not be willing to let her go. Let's think about it in the long run."

"Great."

Wang Qiaoyan was overjoyed at her blessing: "Xiuyan worships her father as a teacher, and she comes to Lingyan Academy to study, and I will have a companion. I don't have to be angry every day with those boys with nostrils on their foreheads."

"You."

Mrs. Wang was amused, and smiled and blamed: "If you can't write well, you can't do martial arts, and you still don't accept it all day long. It's your fault if you don't get angry."

"Mother."

Wang Qiaoyan's ears turned red, and she hugged her mother's arm coquettishly: "You don't love me, you help outsiders to get rid of me."

"Isn't it okay for mother to tell you a few words?"

Mrs. Wang poked her forehead with a smile, and reprimanded angrily: "If you really have the ability to convince people with your real talents and learning, how can mother not support you?"

"Father, look at mother, you hit me again."

Wang Qiaoyan pouted her cheeks in displeasure, let go of her mother's arm, and hid behind her father's back to complain: "The glass heart of the daughter who was beaten is about to shatter into slag."

"Hahaha."

Wang Quan stroked his horoscope and laughed loudly.

The corners of Mrs. Wang's eyes were wrinkled: "The bullock cart is almost full, let's go."

"it is good."

Wang Quan smiled and pulled her daughter out from behind, and the family walked towards the bullock cart talking and laughing.

*
Surabaya River.

The Uppong boats are like arrows leaving the string, moving forward rapidly on the rapids and turbulent rivers, catching up with the luxury passenger ships drifting with the current.

A skilled guard ran out of the cabin, waved a rope and wrapped it around the side of the boat.

The boy in black laughed loudly, stepped on the rope and galloped away, threw the bamboo pole to the guards, and landed smoothly and gracefully.

"Sir."

The guard looked respectful, took the bamboo pole, and handed over a set.

"Ah."

The black-clothed boy nodded with a smile, kept walking, opened the curtain to enter the cabin, and went up two floors along the stairs.

"Jing Cheng, you're back."

The window of the private room on the second floor was open, and a gentle and handsome young man in white, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, turned his wheelchair and looked back at him.

(End of this chapter)