A piece of paper

After two bowls of hot noodles, it's almost curfew.

Chen Jianfang sent Xianjin to the gate of the small courtyard, then picked up the cloth bag under the cherry tree and walked to the outer courtyard.

Xian Jin stood there watching the boy's back for a while, then turned his head to go in, took a comfortable bath in the hot water that Zhang's mother had brought back in advance, and slept until dawn.

Xian Jin thought that after his heart was beating wildly, he always lost sleep to show his respect.

Unexpectedly, the night after eating noodles in clear soup, my stomach was full, I was so happy, and I slept very well.

As usual, I woke up with the third cockcrow (about 05:30 in the morning in summer time), Xianjin turned over sleepily and got up, squinted and dipped a willow branch with tooth powder, and brushed it three times earnestly. The asarum in the tooth powder With the smell of mint, Xian Jin finally woke up from the inside out.

As usual, it was a set of Ba Duan Jin mixed with a set of Wu Qin Xi, which made the forehead sweat and the back drenched.

After washing his face in warm water as usual, he chose an authentic dung beetle-colored unlined garment. After Xian Jin took it out and looked at it for a while, he lowered his eyes and changed into a chicken-yellow round-neck shirt and another pair of rice beetles. Flower and bird horse face skirt.

Su Jing is still Su Jing, but it is much more lively and gentle.

During breakfast in the flower hall, Chen Fu was drinking vegetable porridge while accurately capturing Xian Jin's exception to the rule.

"Hey! The dung beetle has molted!"

Xian Jin: "..."

If even vegetable porridge can't stop your mouth, you can hold back your drink!

Chen Jianfang followed Chen Fu's words and raised his eyes.

Chen Jianfang was taken aback.

The little girl stood with clear eyes in the part of the flower hall where the sun was pouring down. The little chicken yellow was calm and jumped a little bit. The horse-faced skirt of the rice flower bird was embroidered with yellow winter jasmine flowers, reflecting her fair face and upper body. Picked slender eyebrows.

Very nice.

Chen Jianfang lowered his head and took a sip of corn porridge.

Mama Zhang's craftsmanship has resurged recently.

Corn porridge, what kind of sugar do you put in it?

"Erlang said that he had divorced the Cui family yesterday. In my opinion, we should marry that girl, Zuo Niang, quickly! In case Ye Changmeng Duo falls back into Uncle Qi's hands."

Chen Fu took a bite of the crispy pickles, staring at the sweet soy milk on the table, his mouth didn't stop.

Can't drink it, can't drink it at all.

He can't eat anything that tastes good.

Xian Jin nodded, "That's the truth."

I also remembered that Chen Fu is indeed a dead dandy, but he is also a dead dandy with a wide range of ways-he eats and drinks out every day, so he must know some people no matter what?
Xian Jin said, "If you have candidates, you can recommend one or two."

"I really have it!"

Chen Fu sat up straight, "Xiao Daoxiang's young owner, you know? He has red lips, white teeth, small nose and small eyes. The family relationship is simple. There is only one widowed mother. Don't look at him now. The restaurant is not big, and his craftsmanship is hard. Yes, the future is bright!"

Xian Jin was thoughtful, "...he is really good-looking."

Tall and fair, he looks a bit like a male idol who can sing and dance.

Chen Jianfang: "..."

Is this what you and your father want when choosing a son-in-law?
Others ask for a son-in-law or to be the top in high school, or to be the richest in the world.

You want your son-in-law to have red lips and white teeth, a small nose and small eyes.

Chen Jian was silent for a while, and then asked Chen Fu, "Does Third Uncle have any other candidates?"

Chen Fu said repeatedly, "Yes! There is also Xixiang Pavilion, which is also a good one, but the young master's appearance is far inferior to Xiao Daoxiang's."

Another cook...

"That won't work, it still has to look good." Xian Jin shook his head, passing this righteously.

Chen Fu echoed his daughter, "Yes, yes! To find a husband, you have to look for someone who is good-looking, in good health, good-tempered, and has enough food and drink at home..."

You guys are still talking about...

Chen Jianfang only felt a few strands of sweat on his forehead.

Forget it, don't count on my third uncle.

Chen Fu is reliable, and the sow climbs the tree.

Chen Jianfang coughed and interrupted Chen Fu's "Red Lips Winning Theory".

"It doesn't matter that they all come from restaurants. Although our family is also a merchant, we have shops in Xuancheng and Jingxian County, and our family has nearly a thousand acres of public land, so we are not considered weak. Although Zuo Niang is a side branch, she can't be alone. In terms of appearance, you have to choose one of the two, family background and talent."

The marriage that the master's family helped to find, how can they only look at the face - in the eyes of those who are interested, it is the Chen family's head who does not behave properly and scolds and neglects the clan girls.

Chen Jianfang cupped his hands and thanked Chen Fu, "Sister Jin is busy with the shop, I am busy with my studies and the school, I hope third uncle will take care of this matter."

Xian Jin glanced at Chen Jianfang, lowered his head and finished the porridge.

After breakfast, Xian Jin and Chen Jianfang went out together, passed by the shop and didn't go in, but walked to Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard together with Chen Jianfang, Chen Jianfang looked at the cloth bag Xian Jin was carrying, and said with a smile, " Go to thatched study?"

Xian Jin shook his head, and replied with a smile, "I'm handing in an article to Master Qiao Shan——After reading the "Spring and Autumn Zuo Family Biography" arranged by the old man, I have arranged it for a month. If I don't hand it in again, I am afraid that the master will beat me."

Chen Jianfang smiled, "How can I let you read history books?"

Xian Jin asked back, "Girls are not allowed to read history books?"

Chen Jian was stunned for a moment, "That's not what it meant, it's just that the history books are boring, and there are more meanings and explanations than stories, so it doesn't look as good as it"

Chen Jianfang originally wanted to talk about the book, but he vaguely felt that once he uttered the word "huaben", the consequences would be unimaginable, so he braked his mouth in time and changed it, "It doesn't look as elegant and elegant as a collection of poems or anthologies."

Oh, I was worried about her acceptance.

Xian Jin lost his momentum, retracted the iron fist that hit him halfway, nodded and said, "It's not bad, Zuo's biography is not so much a history book, it's better to say it's a Xiangqi book, or a story travelogue."

"From the success or failure of the Zhou Dynasty to the local conditions and customs, folk tales, etiquette norms, and social customs." Xian Jin said as he walked, "Especially the war, the depiction is so lifelike that it makes people get goosebumps."

Chen Jianfang looked at Xian Jin in surprise.

Last time, this girl was still watching "Shuowen Jiezi".
This time, we can already talk about Zuo Chuan.

Is it because Master Qiao is really good at teaching and teaching, or is it because Xian Jin is full of intelligence?
Along the way, the two exchanged a few words from time to time, and the rest was a tacit silence. After Chen Jianfang sent Xianjin to the gate of Qiao Fangzhi's college, he hurried to the teaching dormitory.

The back view of Chen Jianfang walking hurriedly during the day coincides with the back view of sending her back to the small courtyard at night.

Xian Jin really wanted to say something to him: There is no need to do anything to send her to the door
She is 16 years old physically and 24 years old psychologically, and she can't lose her anywhere.

No matter what, there is no need for people to see each other hand in hand and heel to foot.

The room is bright and bright, showing Jin's panic.

There is no other reason.

It's because Qiao Fangzhi held her paper, the more he looked at it, the more his brows frowned and the corners of his mouth became flatter.

After half a stick of incense time.

Qiao Fangzhi put down her paper, frowned, and rubbed the roots of the mountain with her hand, her tone was very vicissitudes.

"Your paper, I can't understand it, and you probably can't understand it yourself.

"You will take it to the temple and burn it in a while, let the gods and Bodhisattvas see if they can understand."