Xu Qianjiao was stunned when she heard this, and then immediately said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Master, we don't have this intention."
"Oh, I see." When the old master heard Xu Qianjiao disagree, he was visibly disappointed, but he didn't say much. After all, these were someone else's private photos, and if she didn't want to, he couldn't force her to do so.
"Well... okay, if you are willing in the future, just tell me anytime." The old master was disappointed for a moment, then cheered up and continued.
"Okay." Xu Qianjiao nodded with a smile.
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Xu Qianjiao and the others returned to the oxcart. Aunt Zhou looked around and found that Cheng Jiawen had not boarded the cart. She inquired curiously, "Where is Cheng Laosi? Why didn't he get on the cart?"
Xu's mother laughed and said, "Well, he just met his friend. They haven't seen each other for a long time, so they just got together. That's why he didn't come back so early."
"Is that so?" Aunt Zhou nodded in understanding. That's right, Cheng Jiawen was studying in high school in the county, so it was normal to meet classmates. If Xu's mother hadn't mentioned it, she would have forgotten that Cheng Jiawen was a high school student.
Back then, Cheng Jiawen was a young man that everyone had high hopes for. Many people wanted to find him as their son-in-law. Unfortunately, after graduating from high school, he became more and more confused and lazy. He couldn't find a job and didn't do farm work.
Gradually, everyone's impression of him became worse and worse, and no one mentioned wanting to have him as a son-in-law anymore.
On a country road, an ox cart was moving slowly forward. People on the cart were talking in low voices and laughing loudly, enjoying themselves happily all the way.
The wooden wheels of the oxcart creaked, like the whisper of time. The ox walked slowly, its steps steady and powerful, each step carrying the breath of the village.
Soon, the ox cart stopped at the entrance of the village. After everyone got off, they dispersed in all directions and went home.
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The sky gradually took on a dark hue, the last rays of the sun fading into the horizon. Night fell quietly, like a huge black velvet sheet slowly unfolding. A cold wind howled, bringing a slight chill.
Gradually, heavy snow began to fall. Snowflakes fluttered down like countless feathers dancing in the air. They gently touched the ground and quickly piled up. In the blink of an eye, the whole world was covered with snow, a pure white.
Xu Qianjiao stood at the door, looking worriedly at the road outside. She kept looking around, but she didn't see anyone. She became more and more panicked and muttered to herself, "Why hasn't he come back yet? It's dark now. Did he encounter any trouble?"
Mother Xu also came out of the room and looked at the endless street, feeling a little worried. "Is Jiawen not back yet?"
"There's still no sign of anyone." Xu Qianjiao said anxiously.
Mother Xu frowned as she watched the snow falling heavier and heavier, then she called out from inside the house, "Second Xu."
"I'm coming." Father Xu responded and hurried out of the room. Seeing that Cheng Jiawen hadn't returned yet, he became a little worried. "Why hasn't Jiawen returned yet? The snow is getting heavier and it's getting dark. It will be very dangerous soon."
He thought about it and decided not to wait. "How about I ride my bike to pick him up? It's dark and snowing, so it's very dangerous."
Xu's mother thought for a moment and took out a flashlight from the room. "Okay, then go pick up Jiawen and bring the flashlight with you."
"Okay." Father Xu quickly went back to his room, put on some clothes, then went out with a flashlight and his bicycle.
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The heavy snow made everything around blurred, and the mountains and trees in the distance only had vague outlines.
The faint light from every house on the village road reflects the dancing snowflakes, giving people a sense of tranquility and mystery. The snowflakes fall on the windows and condense into beautiful ice crystals, their crystal clear shapes can be seen through the glass.
Father Xu rode his bicycle with a flashlight, looking for Cheng Jiawen along the way. Not long after he left the village, he saw a blurry figure.
He shouted from the shadows, "Jiawen, is that you?"
In the distance, Cheng Jiawen was carrying a basket of pig offal on his back. His hair was dyed white by the snow and his face was already frozen. He stood under a tree to relax his slightly frozen feet, and suddenly heard someone calling his name.
He looked up and saw a vague figure walking towards him. He responded loudly: "It's me."
When Mr. Xu heard the response, he quickly rode his bicycle over and said, "Jia Wen."
Cheng Jiawen looked at Xu's father who came on a bicycle. Although he felt cold, he felt warm in his heart. This was the care of his family, which he had not felt for a long time.
"Dad, why are you here?" Cheng Jiawen pulled his frozen face and asked in surprise.
Father Xu helped him brush off the snow. "Your mother and Jiaojiao are very worried about you, so they asked me to come out and pick you up. How are you? Do you feel unwell?"
Cheng Jiawen shook his head. "No, my legs are just a little frozen and numb."
Father Xu bent down and touched his trouser legs, and found that they were all wet, and his shoes were wet too. He said anxiously: "Come on, get in the car quickly, let's go home. Your pants and shoes are wet, you need to go home and change them quickly, otherwise you will catch a cold."
"good."
Father Xu got into the car and Cheng Jiawen sat in the back seat. The two of them drove all the way and returned home in just ten minutes.
Seeing the two of them coming back, Xu Qianjiao quickly grabbed Cheng Jiawen and asked, "What took you so long? Are you cold?"
Father Xu interrupted Xu Qianjiao and said, "Jiaojiao, go get a charcoal brazier right now, and then get a basin of hot water. Jiawen, go change your wet pants and shoes first, and soak your feet."
When Xu Qianjiao heard what Xu's father said, she hurried to the kitchen to prepare something.
In the kitchen, Xu's mother was still making ginger soup. "Are they back?"
"Well, I'm back. Cheng Jiawen's heels and shoes are wet. I have to quickly get a basin of hot water for him to soak in." Xu Qianjiao said as she scooped hot water from the pot.
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