Chen Jianfang's nasal cavity tightened, and a strong minty cool breeze rushed to the top of his head. He lowered his eyes slightly, adjusted his breathing imperceptibly, and took two deep breaths of fresh air that allowed him to stay alive.
Qiao Huiyi sensed the gaze. His keen perception developed during the fighting in the East China Sea allowed him to catch Xianjin's gaze at the first moment.
Qiao Hui turned around and smiled slightly, as if trying his best to comfort the girl.
The two sides' eyes intertwined.
Chen Jianfang had a panoramic view of it all.
The young man's heart was filled with blood and it took a long time before he calmed down and let out a long breath.
I don't know why.
Now, he felt a sense of fear before the battle even began.
The feeling of inevitable defeat that I had never felt two years ago is now overwhelming like an overwhelming force.
Is it because Qiao Hui has returned with a completely changed look?
Is it because there are complicated entanglements between him and Xianjin?
Is it because he is still a commoner and still has a huge chasm to overcome before he can achieve success?
....
In the corridor, the queue gradually moved away.
Chen Jianfang stood there silently with his head down, staring at the plain and hard blue bricks under his feet with a bit of confusion.
“Erlang——” Madam Qu seemed to have eyes on the back of her head. She accurately sensed that Jinsun had fallen behind and turned back. “Catch up! What are you standing there for!”
Chen Jianfang then raised his head, put his hands in his sleeves, and walked forward quickly.
Qiao Hui put his hands behind his back, glanced at Chen Jianfang, then glanced at Xianjin, and pursed his lips.
Old Madam Qu prepared a full table of food, with eight cold dishes and eight hot dishes in one pot, and prepared eight small bowls and plates on bamboo frames for Xianjin and Chen Jianfang.
Qiao Fangzhi was seriously injured, and he had been traveling a lot. It was early summer, so his appetite was already poor. But to give face to the Chen family, he at least moved his chopsticks twice, and then put down his chopsticks.
Madam Qu had a lot to say, but seeing Qiao Fangzhi half leaning on a wheelchair, his lips pale and his face haggard, she suppressed her strong desire to talk and asked Chen Jianfang to take the father and son to Qiushou Pavilion with regret, "...It's getting late, we can talk about anything tomorrow, Erlang, take the teacher to rest - Principal Qiao, your coming here really makes our Chen family proud! If there is any place where we, a small merchant, have not been hospitable enough, please let me know, please let me know!"
Qiao Fangzhi raised his hand and said weakly, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry to bother you..."
Madam Qu was willing to let him go. She turned around and saw Qiao Baozhu staring at her father with tears in her eyes. She smiled and said, "Baozhu, why don't you go with us? Although it's an outer courtyard, the Chen family has always been strict in managing the family, so it won't be a problem."
If Baozhu goes, Erlang must send her to the second gate when she comes back.
Now, she is happy to see Baozhu and Erlang get together.
However, this thought should not be made too obvious, otherwise it would disgust Director Qiao, which would be counterproductive.
Madam Qu called out the troops and raised her chin, using Xianjin as a fig leaf, "Jin Jie'er, go and help Shanzhang Qiao too!"
There was no conversation along the way. Qiao Hui and Qiao Baozhu pushed their father's wheelchair on the left and right, while Chen Jianfang and Xianjin walked in front, one in front and one behind. The Autumn Harvest Pavilion was indeed very well tidied. Under the dim light of the hexagonal oil lamp, the varnished pear wood furniture was neat and elegant. Emergency vegetable and fruit gourds were placed in the west room, the open room, and the flower room.
Qiao Fangzhi waved his hand and wanted to talk to Xianjin, but when he opened his mouth, his voice was weak, "Xianjin, you have worked hard..."
Today he saw the little girl, with fair skin, clear eyes, tall stature and long hair. She was wearing a scarlet silk dress with dark patterns. She was not at all awkward in her words and actions - this showed that in the past two years, this useless girl of his had never had to worry about food and clothing, and no one dared to give her a hard time or make things difficult for her.
What Yingtian Prefecture, what Old Madam Qu, what Chen family.
He knew exactly what was going on.
They are all jackals following the smell of meat to steal the credit.
Only his female disciple, with whom he had a subtle connection for half a year, was trying her best to take care of the pearl.
Baozhu hugged Xianjin's arm, looking very affectionate.
Xianjin smiled, "Why am I so hard-working? It's Zhang's mother who cooks for Baozhu, Jia the tailor who makes clothes, and Mr. Xiong's niece. Now Mr. Cui's wife often sends invitations to Baozhu..." Xianjin looked at Qiao Fangzhi's feet resting on the pedal of the wheelchair, and hesitated, "But your feet..."
Qiao Fangzhi waved his hand, "It's just a small matter, let's not talk about it."
After saying this, he looked at Chen Jianfang, then at his youngest daughter, and finally at his eldest son who was silent and dignified. A shining smile finally appeared on his sunken cheeks. He sighed and his voice was like duckweed floating on the water, "I really want to chat with you kids all night long - cough cough cough, what a pity..."
Qiao Fangzhi's voice was like the sound of a broken gong squeezed out of his throat, "It's a pity that I am in such a shabby state now..."
Chen Jianfang bowed and said, "Teacher, you and I are not mayflies, why bother to fight for the day, there is still a long way to go."
Qiao Fangzhi nodded, as if remembering something, and called softly, "Uncle Jiang—Uncle Jiang—Take Erlang to get the book—"
The sound is very soft.
Xianjin's nose felt astringent. Although she was unwilling to admit it, she now missed Director Qiao's full-bodied way of scolding her as academic trash.
Chen Jianfang bowed and followed the one-eyed old man beside Qiao Fangzhi into the inner room where the suitcases and bags were placed.
Qiao Fangzhi looked unwell, Baozhu was thinking about going to the kitchen to help cook the Poria cocos and yam porridge tomorrow morning, so Xianjin said goodbye first. Qiao Hui turned his back to help the two girls push the door, "I'll see you off."
Next to the Autumn Harvest Pavilion, there are two rows of pine trees.
It was still young, and the pine trees had not yet reached as tall as those in Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard.
The two rows of trees are like two rows of young people full of vigor and vitality.
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