There is a kind of scholar

Chapter 79 Passing a Note
After putting on makeup, Liu Huixiang returned to the table and sat down, holding a pen in her bare hand. However, the pen tip hovered for a long time but she still could not write.

How to write it?

She couldn't directly write "I miss you" or something like that. This "note passing letter" had already consumed all her courage, and she could no longer break the lower limit.

How to express her feelings tactfully and elegantly on a small piece of paper was her final stubbornness!

After struggling for a long time, she accidentally glanced at the manuscript paper beside the table, which was filled with simplified numbers...

There is a way!

Liu Huixiang's watery eyes suddenly lit up.

math!

In the study the day before yesterday, after Su Xian taught her to read and write simplified numbers, he said that he would teach her simple addition and subtraction next.

Isn't this a reason?

Liu Huixiang suddenly smiled, her bright red and plump lips pursed gently, the corners of her lips slowly raised, and a smile bloomed on her pretty face.

She is really more beautiful than a flower.

She held the pen in her hand, but after the pen tip lightly touched the paper, she stopped.

Because I haven't written for a long time, half of the ink on the brush has solidified.

After dipping the brush in ink and soaking it again, she wrote down each exquisite hairpin pattern in regular script on the paper, one stroke at a time, with an extremely serious look on her face.

Soon, put down the pen and the book will be completed.

She cut the writing paper into small strips and crumpled it into a ball.

Going under the wall again, he moved the baton with great effort, aimed at the small hole in the beam, and threw his arm vigorously.

Failed!
First, the small note is too light.Second, Liu Huixiang is too weak.

……

at the same time.

Separated by a wall, Su Xian's bedroom.

An oil lamp was placed on the only old wooden table, with a flame like a bean swaying.

Su Xian sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at Yang Zhilan who was also sitting cross-legged on the quilt on the bed beside the bed, with a helpless face, chatting about Yang Zhilan's identity and household registration.

"...Your situation is more complicated. According to the identity I made up for you, you belong to a refugee! And the court is not very friendly to refugees, and you will catch them one by one."

In the past two days, Su Xian had inquired about this matter through various channels, and all of them were similar to what Tang Shujing said.

As for fabricating a household registration...it's also very difficult, it's not easy for Su Xian to speak to Tang Ju.

He can speak to Tang Shujing, but Tang Shujing...

Su Xian pondered for a while and had no idea for the time being. He suddenly turned to look at Yang Zhilan and found that she was staring at the hole in the wall with her neck tilted and only one person could crawl through.

"What are you looking at?"

Su Xian felt guilty inexplicably.

Su Xian did not seal the entrance of this cave.

He lay on the bed and looked at the hole, always remembering what happened that night.

A woman's fragrance seemed to float from the entrance of the cave... He once thought evilly about sneaking over to spy on Mrs. Liu, or lying on the wall to chat with her, but in the end he never put it into practice.

Because he didn't know how Liu Huixiang would view this kind of thing.

After all, she comes from a scholarly family, and she attaches great importance to fame and festivals.

"There's... someone next door!"

Yang Zhilan turned her neck back, expressionless.

Su Xian was surprised, "How do you know there is someone?"

"Next door... it should be Mrs. Liu's boudoir!" Yang Zhilan looked at him and said every word with a very definite tone.

"You guessed wrong. There is no one next door. It's an empty house. As for this hole... it should have been dug by a mouse, right?" Su Xian grinned. He didn't believe it himself.

Yang Zhilan did not refute, but looked at him calmly and said: "I have been to Mrs. Liu's boudoir. After that night, I already know the structure of this house...Behind this wall is Mrs. Liu's boudoir. !"

"wrong!"

Su Xian jumped off the bed, stood in front of Yang Zhilan, and said seriously: "The next door is indeed Mrs. Liu's house, but it is definitely not Mrs. Liu's boudoir. It is just an empty room, no one lives in it!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, something suddenly flew out of the hole in the wall and landed on the ground between the two of them in a parabola.

It seemed to be a metal object, and it made a crisp sound when it hit the ground.

Uh……

Su Xian and Yang Zhilan turned to look at the hole in the wall, and then looked at the metal object on the ground in unison.

It was a golden hairpin inserted on the head by a woman, and a small note was tied with a hair tie.

After seeing clearly what it was, the two of them raised their heads and looked at each other.

Yang Zhilan had no expression on her face, nor did she look sarcastic or offensive to Su Xian. She was very calm.

Su Xian was a little embarrassed. He had just said that no one lived next door, but something flew out of the hole... Could it be that there was someone next door?
He was slapped in the face.

Fortunately, Zhilan didn't talk too much... Su Xian picked up the golden hairpin as if nothing had happened. When he found writing on the small note, he suddenly felt very strange.

The note was passed around, making it look like a high school student falling in love... Su Xian took off his hair tie, took off the small note, and unfolded it. It turned out that Liu Huixiang invited him to come over to explain arithmetic.

Explaining arithmetic is just a pretext... Su Xian felt like a mirror in his mind, holding the small piece of paper and reading it again and again, and couldn't help but giggle.

It turns out that Mrs. Liu also has such thoughts, haha, if he had known this, he should have climbed over the wall and gone on a date with her.

When it comes to dating, Su Xian has seen something even crazier... wall climbing is just child's play, it's nothing.

After putting away the small note and the gold hairpin, Su Xian found Yang Zhilan staring at him with calm eyes, probably curious about why he was giggling just now.

"You guessed it right, Mrs. Liu's boudoir is indeed next door." Su Xian thought for a while and then admitted generously, "I gave her some instruction in arithmetic the day before yesterday. She was so easy to learn, so she invited me to continue teaching."

"Master, are you going?" Yang Zhilan asked.

"Go, why not go."

Su Xian's identity was undetectable, "Mrs. Liu can make more money only if she learns arithmetic. When the time comes, my dividends will also increase... In short, it's a good thing."

You already have a huge sum of more than 3000 taels... Yang Zhilan's face was expressionless, and she sat motionless on the quilt and stopped talking.

Su Xian ignored her and went out to fetch a long ladder, put it on the wall, and climbed up using both hands and feet.

Just after climbing two steps, Su Xian felt like a light on his back.

Looking back, it was Yang Zhilan who was staring at him from behind. Although her eyes were calm, they always gave people a burning feeling.

After all, according to his classmate and friend Lin Chuan, his current behavior is...stealing.

steal people!

Stealing the pretty widow next door!
"That Zhilan, can you... turn around?" Su Xian said.

Yang Zhilan turned sideways silently.

Feeling better... Su Xian continued to climb.

However, halfway through the climb, he felt that the long ladder was shaking a little, so he stopped again, turned to look at Yang Zhilan and said with a shy smile: "That Zhilan, can you help me hold the ladder?"

Yang Zhilan walked over silently, and after putting her hands on the long ladder, Su Xian felt as stable as a mountain.

He climbed up the wall smoothly, stepped on the beam, and before his upper body was about to enter the hole, he told Yang Zhilan: "You just wait below and don't leave, and don't come up to eavesdrop, understand?"

Yang Zhilan looked up at him and nodded gently.

Su Xian felt relieved, and then plunged into the hole...

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