A piece of paper

A wry smile flashed across Chen Jianfang's face.

Well, how should I say it?

It's like being scolded head-on by an eighteenth generation ancestor, from your father's order to your father's order, to your mother's day and night. It feels like even the wooden tablets in the ancestral hall have to be scolded for having "improper grain patterns."

Chen Jianfang glanced at the golden expression, and felt that even if a dog passed by her feet at this moment, she would kick her.

He really didn't dare to speak.

But he couldn't help but speak.

Xian Jin's likes and dislikes towards the Chen family directly determine the path they take.

Chen Jianfang whispered, "My grandmother is old-fashioned and my second uncle is cowardly. Although they both have shortcomings in personality, they are not treacherous or evil people."

As if to comfort him, he lowered his head and took out a dozen juicy, purple grapes from the baggage in his hand.

The grapes must have been treated with care. The white frost has been washed away, revealing the small handles, but just covering the crystal flesh.

Chen Jianfang held it in his hand and handed it to Xian Jin. His eyes flickered and the tips of his ears turned red like translucent jade. "Don't you be angry with the Chen family? The cunning and disgusting Sixth Master and Fifth Master were all killed." Is it solved? Grandma pushed that Mang Geer out, and now he is gone in despair? Although the Chen family is not a blessed place, it is still a reasonable place. "

Xian Jin lowered his head and looked at the purple grapes in his white palm. They were like a bunch of purple ore pierced by time and thoughts, dangling in Bai Huahua's palm, more beautiful than the ripples under the moonlight.

Xian Jin clenched his fists with his hands, and his fists were pressed against the side of his trousers. After a while, his palms slowly and gently opened.

The girl turned over her hands and simply hid the finger marks on her palms in her sleeves.

Chen Jianfang keenly sensed the change in Xian Jin's mood, struck while the iron was hot, and pushed the grapes in front of Xian Jin, "After the Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be no more grapes. I sent two bunches over at noon. I picked them all and washed them." .”

In this world, cherries and grapes are rare things.

To be precise, all sweet things are rare.

Xianjin picked one up from his palm, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed it in one gulp with the skin of the grape.

"How can you eat grapes without spitting out the grape skins!" The young man laughed, and the sharp canine teeth finally showed up as the smile changed.

Xianjin put his hands behind his head, smiling as he tasted the astringency of the grape skins and the sweetness of the grape juice in his mouth. He said, "Oh no," he explained, "We are in the middle of the road. We don't have well water to clean our hands, and we don't have silk handkerchiefs to wipe our hands." , peeling the skin will make your hands dirty, and your fingers will be sticky and unpleasant.”

Chen Jianfang was stunned, lowered his head and carefully put the grapes into his pocket, leaving one grape in his hand. Using the faint oil lamp hanging in the corner and the round moonlight in the sky, he held the grape in his hand as if writing an article. In his hands, he was tearing off pieces of skin one by one.

After completely turning the grape into a crystal wrapped with purple veins, Chen Jianfang carefully picked up the grape's small handle and handed it to Xian Jin.

"Let's eat and see."

"That way, you won't get your hands dirty."

The young man urged Xianjin to catch it quickly, "...I still have a lot of grapes to peel."

Xianjin woke up from a dream and took the peeled grapes and put them in his mouth. The astringency of the grape skins had completely disappeared, leaving only the sweet impact of the pulp and the lightness of the juice.

Xian Jin opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he was attacked by sweet shells one after another.

Suo'er followed behind, a little helpless, a little sad and angry: she shouldn't be here, she should be on the tree, she should be on the vine, she was picking on all fours, the windy and handsome Chen Jiaerlang was there The bottom is peeled off, and her shopkeeper’s teeth are very good and she keeps eating.
——Only in this way will her participation be complete!

More than a dozen grapes formed this long road. Star of Hope lowered her head to peel the grapes for Xianjin. Her fingers were already dyed a light purple, but there was always a light smile on her face. She occasionally raised her head. Look, the girls next to them are either dancing and talking, or they are lowering their heads to kick small gravels on the street. The stones are kicked to the corners of the houses on the street, raising a thin layer of smoke and sand.

The girl choked on the smoke, covered her mouth, coughed twice, and started talking happily.

Anyway, I just can’t stop, there is always one of my mouth, hands, and feet on the way.

Her vitality and vitality are so strong that she is like a strong fairy who can survive by sucking dew.

Chen Jianfang's eyes were filled with a lingering smile, and while he gently wiped his hands, he slowly let out a sigh of satisfaction in his chest.

It would be nice if this road could be longer.

However, even if you go to the West to seek scriptures, you still get what you deserve.

When we returned to Xuancheng Mansion, it was already very late.

The two of them got in through the side door on the west side, and Chen Jianfang sent the money to the second door of the inner courtyard.

The door latch was pressed against the wall by Xian Jin. He took out the red and blue thin-edged dagger from his pocket and inserted it with ease.

Chen Jianfang put away his dumbfounded eyes and sighed sincerely, "If you don't do business anymore, you can still become a flying thief." What kind of strange skills are these!
Xian Jin carefully separated the thick wooden board and used a dagger to remove the door latch. He was very humble and said, "A small skill is a small skill, a small skill is a small skill. As the saying goes, if you have too many skills, you won't be overwhelmed, it's just skin, skin!"

Chen Jianfang:
What are you being modest about?

No one is praising you!

Xian Jin pried open the door latch, holding his breath and seizing the right opportunity. After pushing the door open, he turned around and grabbed the wooden bolt in his hand to prevent the wooden board from making a sound when it hit the ground.

Xianjin was very satisfied with this perfect show off of his skills. He turned around and waved to Chen Jianfang, "Go back."

After thinking for a while, he added, "Although we are confused, inconsistent, and inconsistent, no one is perfect and no gold is perfect. Now, to me, the Chen family is perfect, so how can I be picky about it."

It can be regarded as a response to Chen Jianfang’s dozen grapes.

After saying that, Xian Jin conveniently took his rickets and walked inside.

"Show gold——"

Chen Jianfang suddenly spoke.

Xianjin turned around in confusion.

Chen Jianfang's eyes are shining and dazzling, like fireflies in the mangroves and the hallucinogenic starlight at the bottom of the sea.

Chen Jianfang's throat moved slightly, and he swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty, as if to get rid of all the cowardice and delay.

"It's okay!"

"Sleep well."

"After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather will turn cooler. You may no longer be able to wear the jacket you wore last year, so you should make it as soon as possible."

Xian Jin was stunned for a moment, scratched his head with one hand, and said "Okay" without knowing what he meant. He honestly asked and answered questions, "Mother Zhang pulled several pieces of cloth for me two days ago, and also bought several kilograms of cotton. Just wait until the weather cools down to wear it.”

Chen Jianfang forced a smile on his lips and signaled Xianjin to go in quickly. Looking at the girl's tall and thin back, Chen Jianfang sighed silently in his heart.

Still haven't resolved it yet?
The words are on his lips.

"If you were by my side, the Chen family would not be hopeless."

"My heart is pleased with you, He Xianjin."

"please believe me."

Why can't I say these three simple words?
Perhaps it's because it's too shocking - how can you avoid the orders of your parents and the words of a matchmaker and settle down with a woman for the rest of your life?

Perhaps it was because he was too timid - afraid of being rejected by Xian Jin, and even more afraid of causing trouble to Xian Jin?

Maybe it's because he worries too much - how is his grandmother getting along?How to solve it in the clan?Although Xian Jin is not surnamed Chen, she is still the stepdaughter of her third uncle and is still considered a member of the Chen family. This is a matter of ethics and morality. How should he deal with it?

Why couldn't he say it?
Chen Jianfang put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly in the dark narrow alley, and sighed.

Fortunately, Xian Jin is always here.

Qu Mang'er, Zhang Mang'er, and Li Qianniu are nothing to be afraid of.

These people are not even worthy of carrying Xian Jin's shoes, so how can they get married?
Fortunately.

He still has time.

There is still a long time to grind, soak, and smooth.

And his wealth is right there.

Why is the update a bit slow recently?

Because I've reached a bottleneck!
The career line is written in a criss-cross pattern,

The emotional line is weakly explored.

Fortunately, after scrapping a draft today, I finally broke through the bottleneck, hehe.