A bitter smile flashed across Chen Jianfang's face.
Well, how should I put it?
It's like being scolded for your eighteen generations of ancestors, from your grandfather who changed his mind every day to your grandmother who was fickle. It feels like even the wooden tablets in the ancestral hall are being scolded for having "crippled patterns".
Chen Jianfang glanced at Xianjin's expression and felt that at this moment, even if a dog passed by her feet, it would be kicked by her.
He really didn't dare to speak.
But he couldn't help talking.
Xianjin's likes and dislikes towards the Chen family directly determined the path they would take.
Chen Jianfang whispered, "...My grandmother is old-fashioned, and my second uncle is cowardly. Although they both have their shortcomings, they are not evil people."
As if to comfort her, he lowered his head and took out a dozen juicy, purple grapes from the bag in his hand.
The grapes must have been treated carefully by someone. The white frost was washed away, revealing the small stems that just covered the crystal flesh.
Chen Jianfang held it in his hand and handed it to Xianjin. His eyes flickered and the tips of his ears turned red like translucent jade. "...Don't be angry with the Chen family, right? Didn't the cunning and hateful Sixth Master and Fifth Master be dealt with? Didn't Grandmother push that Mang Ge'er out, and now he has left in disgrace? Although the Chen family is not a blessed place, it is also a reasonable place."
Xianjin looked down at the purple grapes in his fair palm. They were like a string of purple minerals strung together by time and love, swaying in his white palm, more beautiful than ripples under the moonlight.
Xianjin clenched his fists tightly, with his fists pressed against the sides of his trouser seams. After a long while, he slowly and gently opened his palms.
The girl turned her hand over and simply hid the fingerprints on her palm in her sleeve.
Chen Jianfang keenly sensed the change in Xianjin's mood, and struck while the iron was hot, pushing the grapes preciously in front of Xianjin, "...After the Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be no more grapes. Two bunches were delivered at noon, and I picked them all and washed them."
In this world, cherries and grapes are rare.
To be precise, everything sweet is rare.
Xianjin picked up one from his palm with his fingers, opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp with the grape skin.
"Why don't you spit out the skins when you eat grapes?" The young man laughed, and his pointed canine teeth were finally exposed as the intensity of his smile changed.
Xianjin put his hands behind his head, smiling as he savored the bitterness of the grape skin and the sweetness of the grape juice in his mouth, and argued, no, explained, "We are in the middle of the road, there is no well water to clean our hands, and no silk handkerchief to wipe our hands. Peeling the skin will dirty our hands, and our fingers will be sticky and we won't like it."
Chen Jianfang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and carefully put the grapes into his pocket, leaving one grape in his hand. With the help of the faint light of the oil lamp hanging high in the corner and the round moonlight in the sky, he took the grape in his hand and tore off the skin piece by piece as if writing an article.
After completely turning the grape into a crystal with purple veins, Chen Jianfang carefully picked up the small stem of the grape and handed it to Xianjin.
"Try it."
"That way you won't get your hands dirty."
The young man urged Xianjin to catch it quickly, "...I still have a lot of grapes to peel."
Xianjin took the peeled grapes as if waking up from a dream and put them in his mouth. The astringency of the grape skin had completely disappeared, leaving only the sweet impact of the flesh and the lightness of the juice.
Xianjin opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was attacked by sweet bombardments one after another.
Suo'er followed behind, feeling helpless and angry: She shouldn't be here, she should be on the tree, she should be on the grape vine, she was on her back picking grapes, the handsome Chen Jia Erlang was peeling them below, her shopkeeper had good teeth and kept eating...
——Only in this way can the link she participates in be complete!
A dozen grapes made up this long road. The Star of Hope lowered his head to peel grapes for Xianjin. His fingers had been stained light purple, but there was always a faint smile on his face. Occasionally he looked up and saw the girls next to him either dancing and talking loudly, or lowering their heads to kick small gravel on the street. The stones were kicked to the corners of the houses on the street, raising a thin cloud of smoke and sand.
The girl was choked by the smoke and dust, covered her mouth and coughed twice, then spoke excitedly.
Anyway, I just can't stay idle. One of my mouth, hands or feet is always on the go.
Her vitality and spirit are so strong that she is like a fairy who can survive on dew.
Chen Jianfang's eyes were filled with a lingering smile. As he wiped his hands gently, he slowly let out a sigh of satisfaction from his chest.
It would be nice if this road could be a little longer.
But, even if you go to the West to obtain the scriptures, you will still get them.
When we returned to Xuancheng Prefecture, it was already very late.
The two of them went in through the side door on the west, and Chen Jianfang sent Xianjin to the second gate of the inner courtyard.
Xianjin quietly stepped against the wall, took out a red and blue double-treasure thin-blade dagger from his pocket, and inserted it into the door with ease.
Chen Jianfang put away his stunned look and sighed sincerely, "If you don't do business anymore, you can become a flying thief."
——What strange skills!
Xianjin carefully used a dagger to remove the bolt through the thick wooden board, and said modestly, "It's just a trifle, just a trifle. As the saying goes, many skills are good, but they are just superficial!"
Chen Jianfang: .....
Why are you being modest?
No one is praising you!
Xianjin pried open the door bolt, held his breath and seized the right moment. After pushing the door open, he turned around and grabbed the wooden bolt in his hand to prevent the board from hitting the ground and making a noise.
Xianjin was very satisfied with this perfect show of skill. He turned around and waved to Chen Jianfang, "...Go back."
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