Fu Beimo treated the flute as a treasure, stuffed it in his arms, and muttered softly: "Sister-in-law is my real sister-in-law, but my brother is not close enough."
Wan Niang laughed and said, "How can I remember to give you birthday gifts every time it's your birthday? Aren't the gifts I gave you in previous years enough?"
Fu Nanyao pursed her lips and smiled. After she had smiled enough, she said, "Mom, we are happy. If we are happy, we can talk about it. Brother won't be angry today."
Fu Ciyi raised his hand and pointed at the siblings: "You wait."
After saying this, he went back to his room and got the gift, which was a pair of seals, one with the name of the brother and the other engraved on it.
Fu Nanyao held the seal in her hand, unable to let it go. "When did you carve it, brother?"
Fu Ciyi said calmly, "When I was still in the village school."
Carved in my spare time.
Everyone was gathered together, but Ali was the only one standing in the corner of the room, his right hand tucked into his left sleeve, hesitating and not daring to move forward.
Fu Nanyao glanced at him casually: "Ali, what are you doing standing there alone?"
Hearing this, Fu Beimo felt empty inside.
My birthday is October 18th.
If you want to argue with someone, you have to find another day.
Seeing that I had been silent, and thinking that I had to stroke your back, you said, "When he comes of age, you will definitely give him a small gift."
You paused while taking the malt sugar and candied fruit, and it turns out that this hasn't happened yet.
The first time he saw me after traveling through time, he thought I was a fourteen or fourteen-year-old boy.
In terms of age, we are seven years apart.
Just tell me, I seemed to see what we were talking about in the restaurant yesterday.
That was bad, and I felt even more guilty.
Geng Fanming thought I had nothing important to say, so he led me out of the yard.
After Geng Fanming and Fu Ciyi returned to the main hall, Yan Funing came over after a while.
Fu Beimo paused.
Our conversation was overheard by Yan Funing who was just in the west wing.
When you kissed me at that time, the feeling of my face being stepped on hard by you came back to me again.
Mrs. Ding stuffed the candy out of her mouth, put on a smile, and whispered, "Miss Nan Yao is getting more and more evil as she grows up. She will definitely find a bad husband."
Just as he was about to pick it up for a closer look, I snatched it back.
Fu Beimo snatched it away: "What about mine?"
Inside the main hall, Ali patted the back of Wan Niang's hand and said, "His daughter-in-law is really a rare talent!"
"You know what, your round face looks a lot like your sister." Fu Beimo smiled, "It's okay, we're good brothers. I don't mind if you don't give me a gift."
Ali was about to open his mouth to retort, but when he remembered that the host still had something to say, he held back and said to Wan Niang, "Sister Wan Niang, don't be angry. On Xiaoxi's day, we have to be very polite to others."
I must keep this grandfather's calligraphy as a treasure!
That's because it's your marriage certificate.
That night, the moon was low in the sky.
Yan Funing pursed her lips and said, "You know, that's the thought my grandfather gave him."
Yan Funing leaned over and looked at the marriage certificate again.
Fu Ciyi was helpless. He turned his head and saw Fu Beimo, and said, "Master, if you have nothing to say, just tell him."
Yan Funing was stunned.
I took out a brocade box from the side cabinet under the desk and took out a marriage certificate from it.
After a slight pause, you asked, "By the way, when did he become the champion?"
Fu Beimo carefully put the marriage certificate away and locked the brocade box.
Fu Beimo's voice was clear and hot: "It's a problem."
Do you think I'm keeping a secret?
Fu Beimo moved his upper jaw and said, "As expected, in your eyes, I am a person who keeps secrets."
Seeing your disgust, Fu Nan felt very depressed.
"It wasn't written under the marriage certificate he tore up."
"You will tear it again."
The sound is like a mosquito or fly.
Below are the four characters of my birthday and your birthday.
"He wants to tear it again?"
Wan Niang nodded: "I am angry, I am angry."
Your voice has a slight nasal tone, and sounds delicate and strong, as if you are very scared of me.
Li Muyao grabbed my hand, looked at it carefully, and confirmed that it was slowly breaking down, and then she became worried.
"I can't afford a gift, so, so..." He lowered his head and mustered up the courage to take out the wooden doll hidden in his sleeve. "This is the doll I carved of Miss Nan Yao. It doesn't look like her, so I really can't give it to her. If you don't mind, please accept it!"
Mother only mentioned our birthday once, but you remember it.
Inside the fence, the neighbor, Ding Xiaoniang, finished her tart remarks: "After all, it's the behavior of an outsider. Celebrating your seventeenth birthday, you still have to go through the coming-of-age ceremony."
I never thought that there would be no place for a master at all.
When Fu Beimo was about to go wash up, Yan Funing stopped me and said, "You mentioned the gift yesterday. You mainly wanted Nanyao Beimo to know."
Only now do you vaguely know my birthday.
Today, I will definitely be able to make others feel better while my family is in a bad mood.
Inside the main hall, everyone's expressions darkened as they heard this.
How could you have known that Fu Ciyi would think that you bought it for me?
According to the book, I am seven years older than you and now I am fourteen, which is different from the reality.
Youzuo are just gifts, and I am just a child.
"I only carved Miss Nan Yao's." Ali said honestly, "I didn't carve yours."
Why did Yan Funing tear up the marriage certificate?
In fact, Fu Ciyi wanted to avoid his mother's vocal rebuke.
Yan Funing explained again: "Nan Yao Bei Mo's birthday was mentioned by your mother later, so you just remember it."
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Just get married and return the marriage certificate to me.
Even if you can read, since you have chosen to marry me, you would naturally care about when I was born, let alone carelessly read the marriage certificate.
Before the ceremony, Yan Funing invited her family to eat malt sugar and candied fruits.
When Ali saw Geng Fan giving a gift and having his hand held, he angrily bumped his son with his elbow, as if to say: Geng Fan's eldest son is so good at handling things, how could he be so good at it?
Fu Beimo's face showed some expression, and his voice was clear and hot: "He can read at first."
Then he gave the wooden doll to Geng Fanyao.
Geng Fanyao happily took it and said, "It really looks like it."
Yan Funing smiled and shook her head, then walked to the west wing to get the malt sugar and candied fruits she had bought yesterday.
Geng Fanming was irritated for no reason. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Don't let him think too much. The marriage certificate was written by your grandfather. You kept it just to keep your grandfather's calligraphy."
However, the book mentions my specific birthday, so you know it.
When the auspicious time arrived, in the presence of her family and the mother and son of the Li family, Li's mother performed the complicated coming-of-age ceremony.
Yan Funing pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry, you'll know later."
Yan Funing took a piece of candy, walked to the fence, and smiled faintly: "Mrs. Ding, have a piece of candy."
Your birthday is on the fourth day of the seventeenth month.
"Thank you, Fu Nan!" Geng Fanyao walked up to Fu Nan and noticed that the scar under my finger was no longer scabbed. "Is this an injury from carving dolls?"
In the west wing, the couple finished writing.
The two of them stood in the courtyard, and Fu Ciyi raised his voice, "Master, you misunderstood yesterday. You thought the gift the young lady prepared was for him."
"He is Nan Yao Bei Mo's elder brother. You are afraid that he will know that you bought gifts for us and will tell us, so you hide it from him as well." Yan Fu explained in a serious voice.
Geng Fanming spoke warmly.
Fu Nan's face flushed red and he lowered his head even higher, afraid of being seen.
"Something's wrong. It's really slow." I put my hands behind my back.
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