Qiao Hui's tone sounded righteous and inviolable.
Xianjin reached out and patted Qiao Hui on the shoulder, nodding with understanding, "Baozhu and I miss you and Master Qiao, too."
Although the homework is a bit more, it is a blessing to have the guidance's sarcastic encouragement!
When Qiao Hui heard Xianjin say the word "miss", his eyes trembled, then returned to deepness in an instant. He smiled and said nothing.
After expressing their longing for each other through mutual gifts, Xianjin took the two puppets and looked down to see a chubby little pony and a skinny little mouse.
This man has excellent carving skills. With just a few strokes he has made the cunning and clever little mouse stealing oil and the silly and clumsy little pony come alive.
She is a rat and Baozhuzhu is a horse.
Xianjin smiled and held up two wooden sculptures, "Thanks!"
Qiao Hui waved his right hand, motioning Xianjin to go in, but before Xianjin turned around, he heard the sound of raindrops hitting the green tiles on the roof.
Hey, young master Xiao Daoxiang is really a qualified weather forecaster. If he says it’s going to rain, it will rain.
After a while, the rain turned into a heavy downpour, with big raindrops like falling hail.
Xianjin looked down at the paper umbrella in his hand:
This umbrella looks very vulnerable, just like a young Ultraman against an adult Godzilla.
Xianjin stepped aside to make way for him, "How about you come in and take shelter from the rain?"
The side door was wide open, and the dark alley led directly to the girl's fragrant boudoir.
Qiao Hui smiled and shook his head slightly.
Opening the door to him is like pouring nectar into a fish that has been dry for a long time.
Xianjin finally dug out a young Ultraman and handed it to Qiao Hui to resist the adult version of Godzilla. Qiao Hui took it with one hand and watched the girl running under the eaves with her body hunched, head hunched and tiptoeing. The splashing rain was like the afterglow of the moonlight.
If there were someone nearby, they would definitely be able to see how contradictory Qiao Hui's eyes were - restraint and insolence, greed and cherishment, extreme patience and incomparable urgency... Complex and contradictory emotions were mixed and intertwined, slowly blending into this rainy night, just like raindrops falling into a well, leaving no trace except the pleasant and clear sound.
Qiao Hui withdrew his gaze with difficulty, turned around and left with an umbrella.
In the middle of the night, after panting violently in his sleep, the young man suddenly sat up, looked out the window with a flushed face, as if dazed and awake, silently pushed away the quilt, got out of bed, squatted down, and took out a tightly fastened silver box from the secret compartment of the cabinet. As if surrounded by warm wind, he leaned against the bed holding the box, and finally fell asleep with his eyes closed.
What is love?
Love is forbearance.
Love is planning.
Love is a deep belief, the wind is a transparent river, the rain is a cold meteor, and there is only one's own most crude, most cramped helplessness.
The loneliness of drifting on the sea may confuse people with love and attachment, but the calmest and at the same time most intense throbbing of the body after a long separation makes people fully aware of the difference between love and dependence.
He loves her.
Qiao Hui was extremely sure about this.
......
On the second day, Xianjin set out back to Xuancheng.
After resting for a few days, I get back to work with a sense of excitement that "a short absence is better than a new marriage".
Xianjin described this feeling to Zhang's mother.
Mother Zhang paused while cracking melon seeds, looked at Xianjin with a complicated look, opened her mouth to say something, thought for a moment, and then closed it silently.
For some people, it is their right to make money.
Xianjin divided his energy into three parts, one third of which was invested in the production of examination papers: the pulp raw materials purchased from many places before came in handy, and all the staff of the Jixi workshop took action to strive to make the examination papers more solid;
One third was invested in promoting the Wenwei papers obtained by Chen Ji and Heng Ji: things related to the imperial examination actually did not need to be promoted, as scholars would know about it by word of mouth and flock to Chen Ji and Heng Ji. Xian Jin and Heng Wu Niang hung a banner at the door of the store at the right time, with a line of large characters on it reading "All scholars taking part in the autumn examination this year can come into the store with their certificates and receive a Wenwei paper to practice with."
Yes, receive it!
Not a purchase!
Free!
Heng Wuniang's eldest cousin sneered, "...I put in so much effort, invested money and people, but in the end I didn't make a penny! Little sister, I have something to say, don't be offended--"
Heng Wu Niang held the abacus in her hand and raised her eyes coldly, "Since you know I don't want to hear it, just don't say it."
Heng Dalang was frustrated, kicked his legs, and complained to Master Heng with a sneer, "Uncle, listen to what this girl said. She has been the manager for two days and she really thinks she is so great!"
Hengda Lang pointed his index finger at the air, "Living in an abalone shop for a long time, I don't even smell the stench. My little sister is hanging around with that girl from the Chen family every day, and sooner or later she will be finished!"
Mr. Heng was in better spirits now. He held a bowl of medicine in his hand and ignored the quarrel between the two.
Heng Wu Niang slammed the abacus on the counter, raised her head, and looked at him with a sharp gaze. "The examination papers are given away for free, but as long as there are people coming into the store, it's a good thing! Out of ten people who come into the store to get papers, at least six will place orders for other papers! Although this business doesn't make money directly, it brings Heng Ji scholars from the entire Yingtian Prefecture! Do you know how many there are!"
The tone and eyes are as sharp as a sword!
"Twenty thousand people!"
Heng Wuniang sneered, then lowered her head and wiped her abacus, as if waking up from a dream, "Oh, I forgot that my eldest brother is not a scholar - he has studied for more than 20 years, and has three concubines and four illegitimate sons, but he has not even passed the examination for a scholar."
Hengda Lang was pinched by the vital point, and he kicked his legs again, glaring at him, "You you you!"
"What do you mean 'me'?" Heng Wuniang didn't even look up.
Heng Dalang looked at Master Heng, pointed at Heng Wuniang, and sang a rap, "She, she, she!"
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