A piece of paper

Chen Fu shivered in fright.

"I'm not! I don't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Xian Jin tapped the table with his knuckles, "Mother Zhang, go to the store and get the account books!"

Zhang Ma glanced at Chen Fu, frowned, turned around and ran out.

Chen Fu tilted his head in disbelief, "Hey! Zhang Zhang, why did you listen to me!"

Xian Jin crossed his arms and looked at Chen Fu with a serious expression, without speaking.

"I really don't!"

Chen Fu was so anxious that he almost swore to the sky with his fingers, "When I was young, I was indeed coaxed to play a few games. Now I like to eat and drink. You have to trust your old father!"

"Besides, your father and I, who have the brains to gamble!"

This is true.

Xian Jin pursed his lips, his expression relaxed a bit.

If she really fell in love and went to the gambling table, risking the name of unfilial piety and the disgrace of the world, she would have to ruthlessly break Chen Fu over—these three are what businessmen fear most, and the colored ones are better.

Her nouveau riche father and so many self-made brothers around her were coaxed and deceived, and they were tricked into boarding these two ships. In the end, they went bankrupt and their waists were almost shattered!
Gamblers and drug-worms are hopeless.

Don't believe a single stroke of these two kinds of people.

Xian Jin didn't say anything, and waited until Zhang's mother brought the account book and turned a few pages before closing the account book.

My heart is stable.

"Third Master, you can be as happy as you like."

Xian Jin solemnly said, "You don't care if you're a girl. Just three things, you have to remember - you have to go to the shop, there is a monthly rule; you have to go home, if you don't go back, you must send someone to tell the old house."

"The last item—you must not touch it."

"As long as you have the slightest sign, I will definitely report you to the old lady. If the old lady wants to cut off your hand, I will pass the knife beside her."

Xian Jin spoke calmly.

Chen Fu trembled all over again, answered yes in a low voice, and then weakly leaned down on the table to pick the sliced ​​meat under the rice to eat.

Chen Zuoniang stared dumbfounded, and after a while Fang lowered his head and asked Chen Jianfang in a low voice, "Sister Jin...is always at home."

Has it always been this position?

For my stepfather, if you want to train him?If you want to take care of it?Fight if you want? !

Chen Jianfang paused with his chopsticks, and after thinking about it solemnly for a moment, he nodded and continued in a low voice, "Yes, Sister Jin has always been open-minded, magnanimous, and courteous."

Chen Zuoniang, the subway grandpa looks at his phone.jpg.

It seems like, where, something is wrong, right?
Chen Zuoniang didn't have time to think about it, and was cueed again.

"...Look at what Zuo Niang means, if you want to see it, let's see it, if you don't want to see it, let's look for it again." Xian Jin replied, "There are a lot of fish in the fish pond. Let's go down with a net. No matter what we do, we have to catch three or five fish, and compare who is fatter and who is thinner, who is delicious and who is dry?"

Chen Zuoniang lowered her head, her face flushed with embarrassment, "No...forget it..."

Instead, Chen Jianfang raised his eyebrows slightly.

.....
Who would have thought that Xianjin didn't make any effort to make arrangements, but the two met by accident—Songji's original shop on Shuidong Street was about to be completed, and Xianjin stayed at the shop for several days.

After entering the dog days, I can bear it in the morning and evening, and it is the hottest at noon, and my forehead is sweating standing still.

Rao Xianjin is not too afraid of heat, and he misses the lovely air conditioner and electric fan very much in his heart.

Mama Zhang was afraid that Xianjin would be too hot to eat, so she made some cold pan, white porridge, siu mai or steamed dumplings. These days Zuo Niang came and went frequently, so she came to deliver lunch to Xianjin and Suo'er.

The shop is closing, and there is much less yellow dust and sawdust, only the occasional "creaking" sound of sawing wood.

Zuo Niang looked around and asked in surprise, "Why such a layout?"

Don't look like a paper shop, but like a tea house.

——There is a large space in the middle.

On the three surrounding walls, there are cabinets on one wall, all of which are open, and there are not even cabinet doors!

There is no counter, just a long, thick plank of good-width raw wood draped over the southeast corner.

"What is this?" Zuo Niang asked softly.

Xian Jin buried his head in drinking porridge and dried dumplings, "The counter."

Zuo Niang said "Ah", "The bar?"

Suo'er also stuffed a dumpling into her mouth, and said, "It's the place where tea soup and snacks are handed out."

"Tea soup? Snacks?"

Zuo Niang thought she heard it wrong, "Doesn't our family sell paper anymore?"

Xian Jinjin wanted to speak, but he heard two simple and honest greetings from the door, "Jin'er! Jin'er!"

Then, half of her white and tender forehead came out from behind the door.

Xian Jin was taken aback for a moment, then patted his forehead, "My brain! I completely forgot to make an appointment with Bo'er for tea this afternoon."

Xian Jin just finished speaking.

That half of the forehead sprouted against the dazzling light of midsummer, followed by a white and tender round face and a suitable figure and height.

Although this sprout has a round face, it unexpectedly has a pair of single-lidded eyes. It looks harmless to humans and animals, and it is very friendly.

As soon as Chen Zuoniang raised her eyes, her cheeks became hot, red from her chin to the tips of her ears.

As soon as Zhang Wenbo came in, he saw a girl in a goose-yellow quilt standing beside Xian Jin, with fair skin, nodding her head slightly, with a gentle demeanor.

Also, any girl in normal clothes standing next to a human dung beetle will look gentle and gentle.

Zhang Wenbo was stunned.

The wind chimes hanging under the window sills rang, and Zhang Wenbo, as if waking up from a dream, lifted his robe, bowed and cupped his hands, "Zhang Wenbo, a child of Huai'an Mansion, is rude and rude."

Xianjin: ...

You are indeed very rude.

When I called her, she was always like a sister reunited after a long absence, "Jin'er Jin'er"!I'm afraid that if she shouts softly, she will be abducted by traffickers!

Now I know "faux pas"!

Zhang Wenbo?
That person is very kind and righteous, Boer who studies in Qingcheng Mountain Academy?
Chen Zuoniang felt that her hair was about to burn, she lowered her head and took a step behind Xianjin.

Xian Jin introduced with a smile, "...our eldest girl."

"This year's scholar."

Zhang Wenbo scratched his head rather embarrassingly, "Mr. Xiucai is too early!"

Scratching his head in embarrassment, he poked his eyes at the ceiling pretending to be nonchalant, "However... after listening to your Erlang-jun's analysis, I feel that I answered well."

Xian Jin:? ? ?
The day before yesterday, just the day before yesterday, who was the one who begged with her in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging other candidates to do worse than him?
Chen Zuoniang tilted her head slightly, took a quick and careful look at Zhang Wenbo, then turned her head back, the lower her head was buried, the more colorful her face became.

Seeing Chen Zuoniang's approaching familiarity and Zhang Wenbo's cowardly and showy appearance, Xian Jin was a little afraid that Zhang Wenbo would shoot a basketball out of thin air in the second grade.

"Bo'er, you have to call me sister."

Xian Jin smiled meaningfully, "Our eldest girl is exactly one year older than you, and she belongs to the dog."

"And it's a dog at the end of the year, who has guarded the home for a year, and the credit is counted together. The blessing is very good!"

Double update tomorrow.