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Chapter 345 Give you something back
When Chen Fu came back, he first had a cordial exchange with Xian Jin. In the end, Xian Jin exposed the ambition of the pioneers of the ancestral tomb, and the father broke up and the daughter broke up, temporarily entering a cooling state;
Immediately afterwards, he and Qiao Hui had a friendly talk between love brains, and they drank very happily.

The little love-minded people of all religions and professions are at home like a duck in water, and they are able to take advantage of others;
The old man's love brain was praised very highly, and the two chatted happily and regretted meeting each other so late.

Qiao Hui had three pots of newly opened cold pear wine in hand. His face was red and slightly tipsy, and he squinted his eyes to cover Qingming's eyes. "You are the biggest contributor to Xian Jin's achievements today. In the future, when the younger generation has a younger son, I will leave it to you to guide him." nurturing.”

Everyone in Chenfu was numb with happiness.

Grandpa Qiao is the famous elder Qiao Shan.

Hey hey hey, he actually wants to send him Grandpa Chen to educate him, hey hey hey hey.

Chen Fu completely forgot to warn Xian Jin, "Don't give birth to a child, let him help raise it." He immediately burst into laughter and hugged Qiao Hui with one hand, "Bring it! Take it! I'll take care of it." You and Sister Jin both have great potential. Although I don’t know how to take care of children, I am willing to learn! Leave your children to me, don’t worry!”

Qiao Hui grinned in confusion, "I see you like boys or girls."

Chen Fu shouted loudly: "Girl! My son is annoying!"

Qiao Hui's expression suddenly dropped, "I also like girls. I can tell by looking at Xian Jin. You must be well-educated. But now I only rely on my reputation and have no real progress. Everything is up to Xian Jin. "

Chen Fu looked at Qiao Hui with even more affection.

Where can I find such a pure love brain?
Love brain is the best dowry for a man!

"The road ahead is bright and promising. At least Xian Jin still likes you." Chen Fu was quite sad: He had been guarding a cold stove and it hadn't flourished for ten years. This kid had more hope than he had.

Qiao Hui lowered his eyes and resented: "When I enter the capital and become busy with my money, no matter how much I like him, I can't compare to the prosperity in the business world."

Chen Fu let out a long sigh and clinked another glass, "We, the two of you, are friends, and a thousand glasses of wine are too little."

When drinking with a close friend, a thousand cups are too little, and when he wakes up, he suddenly panics. The next day, Chen Fu wakes up and reviews his thoughts, racking his brains to think: Did he say anything bad about his daughter last night?
Has the daughter's ambition to steal the cubs been exposed?
Did he defect before the battle and leak our secrets?
After reviewing it for a long time, it seems, seems, should, not a single sentence, right?

Chen Fu smacked his tongue: The fear of my daughter can indeed defeat all nonsense.

If it were during the border war years, he would have been sharpened by his daughter into a copper pea that could not be steamed, boiled, beaten, fried or fried!

There is a copper pea at home and a pea flower in the field.

".In the row of bushes ahead, there are flowers like purple butterflies, and the hanging flower branches are swaying like purple ribbons."

In the tall carriage, the orb pressed against Xian Jin, pointing out from the half-raised window curtain, "This flower is easy to grow. I heard that my mother likes it the most - Dad said that my mother is afraid of butterflies because the flowers on their wings are There are weird pinks, but I like the pea flowers that look like butterflies.”

"My mother suffered a lot when she gave birth to me. She bled a lot, and she has always had some problems since then. As long as I can remember, my mother would often lie in bed with her face pale and swollen, and my father would play the guqin for her. My mother smiled very softly at this time.”

"When I was five years old, my mother passed away, so my father planted this mountain of flowers. Now is the flowering season."

Baozhu also came back from Huai'an Mansion to celebrate her mother's birthday.

After being away for almost half a year, the little girl has grown taller and snuggled closer to Xian Jin, still as close as before.

The Qiao family brothers and sisters went to the ancestral home in Jing County to offer incense, and Xian Jin was invited to follow them. The invitation was from Qiao Hui. In fact, even if Qiao Hui didn't invite her, Xian Jin would still go there - no matter what kind of mother she might become in the future, at least she is a master's wife now.

As the carriage covered with official green cloth went to Jingxian County, Xianjin followed the Qiao brothers and sisters into the ancestral hall and kowtowed, and then went to kowtow in front of the ancestral graves.

Two hundred and forty firecrackers exploded on the tombstone. Xian Jin looked at the tombstone with some ecstasy. The colored words "Qiao Family's Thirteenth Generation Granddaughter-in-law Jiang" and the uncolored but engraved words on the tombstone. The words "Qiao family's thirteenth generation grandson Qiao Fangzhi".

For the first time, Xian Jin had a concrete understanding of "live in the same quilt and die in the same acupuncture point".

My father in the previous life was a good father, but not a good husband. Repeated physical betrayals turned Kochi’s biological mother into a resentful woman who lost her self-esteem for a long time. After the separation and divorce, her biological mother finally recovered. Feng Qing’s intellectual temperament;
The father in this life is a good husband to He Ainiang and a good father to her, but to Sun, Sanlang and Shiro, he should not be a good existence.

And Chen Jianfang.

The initial throbbing, the accumulated decline in the middle, and the final decision to leave a relationship are always like a parabola. After reaching a certain peak, it will fall back without exception.

Only Qiao Shan is the leader.

After the death of his wife, he remained unmarried all year round.

Xian Jin stared blankly at the small pine tree newly planted on the grave.

Although the pine tree is small, it already has tall and straight branches, is lush green, and has upward and tenacious vitality.

"This was planted by your teacher himself."

In the smoke of gunpowder, Qiao Hui stood beside him at some point, with clear eyes and a smile, "In the early spring of this year, I personally went to the mountains to select seedlings, dragging my lame leg, and digging the soil with hoe after hoe. He wrapped the root in his clothes and carried a basket of soil back to his house. He found an open space in the house and planted the pine tree with his own hands. After planting it for several months, he quickly transported it back to his ancestral home. "

People coming and going are all uncles and children from other branches of the Qiao family.

Qiao Shanchang's longing was so grandly hidden in the hustle and bustle.

Xianjin's eyes suddenly became astringent.

Qiao Hui put his hands behind his back and said in a hoarse but gentle voice, "Would you accompany me to Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard at night? I have something to return to you."

What do you want to pay back?
As the night fell, Qiao Hui held Xian Jin's hand and entered through the small door in the southeast corner of the mountain courtyard. The light he held swayed among the shadows of pines and cypresses, and from time to time there were passing scholars walking among them.

Qiao Hui lowered his voice: "This place is fully open, and all scholars in Xuancheng Prefecture are welcome to enter. Whether they are looking for a quiet place to study, or reading or borrowing books in the thatched bookhouse, as long as they follow the rules and have no fame or fame, they are all welcome. "

The young man's palms were rough and hot, like a ball of fire burning.

Xian Jin buried his head and nodded.

Qiao Hui led Xianjin through the familiar thatched bookstore and arrived at a locked room.

Qiao Hui didn't let go of Xianjin's paw. He reached into the window with his left hand, opened the door and window from the inside, lit the oil lamp and lantern with familiarity, squatted down, and pulled out an arm-long plain man from under the bed. Silver camphor wood box.

(End of this chapter)