Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fanfu is located in the east city of Kyoto, and there is still a distance from Tianhe Road, and there is no palace. The people living here are all nobles and nobles, and there is no room for the common people to stand on, so it seems quiet. On a street in a deserted city, there is a government gate separated by ten feet. Every stone gate is quietly carrying a pair of stone lions. So dozens of stone lions are blindly squinting in front of their own doors. Looking at the carriage that had been driven from the street.

The black carriage slowly passed through the street, and there was no curious look on both sides of the road. Walking to the side of Fan House, the carriage turned into the side lane with some difficulty, and under the shade of a tree, stopped at the corner door.

Fan Xianyu opened the curtain and helped Fujiko's hand get off the bus. There was no expression on his face. He looked at the surrounding environment and could not easily nod his head.

With a bang, the wooden door was pushed open, and the people inside greeted it, and looked at the curiosity with curiosity. He didn't seem to know what to call and salute.

Fan Xiao smiled, did not say anything, followed the Fujiko Jing went to the door. The people breathed a sigh of relief and began to carry the full baggage of the wagon.

In the door, there was a small squatting, half-squatting, leading the two into it. All the way to the inside, I saw the courtyard deepening, there are fake mountain grass, flowers and shallow water, the scenery is quite elegant, and some women along the road, when someone came, they were calmly guarded by the road There is no confusion at all.

As I went deeper and deeper, I still couldn’t go to the inner court. Fan Fei couldn’t help but admire the vastness of the old house in Kyoto. This is a dozen times more than the Beppu in the port of Zhangzhou. It is possible to have such a large house in the land of Kyoto, and it seems that the power of the father is not unusual.

If you change to a normal person, you will always be flustered when you first enter the high-end mansion. Even if Lin’s sister in the Dream of Red Mansions first entered Rongguo, he would not dare to speak a lot of words, for fear that some people would be wrong and lost. I am in the face of myself.

However, Fan Xian is not an ordinary person. The two worlds are human beings, and the life and death cycle makes him feel a little free and easy. Moreover, I have long been accustomed to the identity of an illegitimate child. I don’t think that this identity is a shame because of my past life mentality. I feel that my father should be humiliated, and thus it will not be concerned about the face of this fan. .

So he walked all the way, looking all the way, smiling, no trace of restraint, although there are still a few shyness in the smile, but these shame are just some cover colors. He looked at the scenery in the Fuzhong, and he was amazed. When passing through the weeping willows, he stroked a stroke and walked over the arch bridge on the shallow lake.

The way he walks in this way is all in the eyes of the people of the government. These people are inevitably curious. The "young master" who has heard about more than ten years is actually such a character. It is not good to say anything. It's not good, but I always feel that the young man has a taste of the stock, but this taste does not know how to say it in words.

Before arriving at the inner court, Fujiko Jing whispered: "Young master, I can't go inside, you can enter it yourself..." After thinking about it, I still couldn't help but remind me: "The young master talks..." Tengzi Jing faintly admire some of the leisurely and leisurely fantasies. He thought that the Jingzhong Fan House secretly rushed to the ground and couldn’t help but remind him of something, but when he spoke, he found that he had some Menglang, and he did not know how to word it.

Fan Xian knew what he was thinking, and was slightly moved, smiling and arching his hand: "Tengda peace of mind." Then he remembered that he would pack his luggage and use it at night. How?

At this moment of the day, I can still think about how to be at night. I know that the beautiful young man in front of him is far more mature than his peers. After hearing this sentence, he feels a little peace of mind, smiles, and is small. Go to the hospital to rest.

The leader of the road was replaced by a ring, or a little girl who was very childlike. Fan leisure followed the little girl and entered the backyard.

A middle-aged woman came over with a brass basin and took a slap in the face, then served him to wash his face. The temperature of the water was not hot or cold, just right.

Fan was silent, wiped his hand, handed the towel back, and said thank you.

The middle-aged woman heard these two words, some surprised, and slightly retired.

Fan Xiao smiled, and this only came to mind, Kyoto is not Ganzhou, and his politeness to the sisters of the ring, after being placed here, it seems redundant and out of place.

Even if he entered the inner court, he was not standing in the middle hall, but was led by the ring. The wall on the side of the door is painted white, and above the door, there is a black rain that is slightly protruding.

After standing for a long time, no one came to pay attention to it. I don’t know if it was the old house that gave me this illegitimate child. Fan’s heart gradually grew a little dry, and immediately took a deep breath and looked up at the black scorpion. Carefully, I found that this ancient building is indeed elegant.

In fact, Fan is blaming them, and those who are standing on the sidelines are not deliberately ignoring him. They just know the identity of the boy. They don’t dare to go forward. First, they don’t know what to call. After all, the other party is not a fan. The house was not in the house; the second was not the owner, and the people did not dare to make it. However, at this time, it was natural to inform the owner.

Fan Xian waited for a moment, smiled self-deprecatingly, and waved and shouted the little girl who came in.

Xiao Yan's face is clear and beautiful, her face is very smooth and tender, and her age is still very small. She whispered: "Less...less...what is the order." She originally wanted to call the young master, but she thought of the problem, so she could not scream. But swallowed the word, and the face was flushed.

Fan took a look at this little girl, haha ​​smiled and said: "Give me a chair."

Xiao Yanhuan went by the words, and moved a wooden chair from the hall. The chair was a little heavy, and she moved slightly.

Fan leisurely went on and on, put the chair on the ground, smiled a little, then sat up on the big knife, looked up and looked at the rain, and actually did not care about the surrounding eyes.

The Huanhuan women saw that the boy was sitting in a chair like this, and he was not surprised. The elders did not arrive. The younger generation should have a good hand before the stage. How can there be such a big model?

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There was a very small footstep in the cloister, and a very faint scent came with the wind, which made people feel refreshed. Fan Xian looked sideways and saw a lady walking over with a smile. The woman’s face was stunned, her eyes were lacquered, her skirt was slightly shaken, and the golden scorpion was messy, but with a woman. The body is full of extravagance, but people don't feel how to sway, and the reaction should be like this.

Fan took a breath and stood up from the chair.

The woman’s eyebrows were as far-sighted as she was, and when she smiled, she was full of courts. When she looked at Fan’s leisure, she said, “I’m going to work hard and sit down.”

Fan Xian sweetly smiled: "Oh, my mother."

(Soothing opening, reaching for the ticket, sleeping after finishing the fine, I wish you good night, happy work at the beginning of the week.)

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