Shen Yu'an looked at the small box handed to him and reached out to take it.
The wooden box looked like it was dug out temporarily, and there were still some unpolished sawdust on the edges.
"New Year's gift?"
Shen Yu'an recalled that when he met Fei Xi years ago, he said that Fei Yanche had prepared a gift for her.
It seems that this is the thing in front of us.
Fei Yanche didn't know that the fact that he had prepared a gift had already been leaked by that guy Fei Xi.
There were dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well for several days.
But at this moment he was laughing particularly happily and nodded in response.
Under the moonlight, the young man was as gentle as jade. Shen Yu'an could not associate Fei Yanche with the murderous villain in her imagination.
If everything went according to the original plot in the book, what would his ending be like?
Seeing that she was a little dazed, Fei Yanche reminded her: "Do you want to open it and see if you like it?"
"Um."
Shen Yu'an came back to his senses, lowered his head and opened the small wooden box.
There was a jade hairpin lying quietly in the box, with a few tiny pearls adorning it. She took the hairpin in her hand and held it up to look at it in the moonlight.
She felt a few small bumps under the hairpin, and she leaned over to take a closer look.
But it was too dark at night, and Shen Yu'an couldn't see clearly what it was, but it felt like two small words when touched.
This is the second hairpin that Shen Yu'an has received in the past two days.
But obviously, she still prefers the one in her hand now.
She looked up at Fei Yanche happily and thanked him: "Thank you, I like it very much."
Fei Yanche also laughed. He had only been able to sleep for two hours for many days in a row, and he had to take out his rest time to carve this hairpin.
But at this moment, listening to Shen Yu'an's voice and looking at her smile, it seemed as if all the fatigue was dissipated a lot.
In the rooms of Shen Rong and Song Shi, which were separated from this room at both ends, Shen Rong was bending over the window and looking out.
He lifted the cotton curtain covering the window, opened the window a crack and looked into Shen Yu'an's room.
Seeing him leaning forward to look outside without caring about his image, Song said with a smile, "What are you doing?"
Shen Rong said indignantly: "That boy came here in the middle of the night and still pestered our daughter and refused to go back to the house."
Song laughed and complained: "You know that An'an and Xiao Che have a good relationship. It's annoying for you to say a few words."
Shen Rong didn't want to hear so much. He just thought that Fei Yanche had bad intentions, and the more he looked at him, the more he disliked him.
He pinched his throat and coughed twice, then shouted outside: "It's late, An'an, go to bed quickly."
Shen Yu'an was suddenly startled when she heard Shen Rong's voice. She had obviously done nothing, but she felt guilty for no reason.
She reflexively put her hand down and held the hairpin in her hand.
Shen Yu'an turned sideways, looked towards the room where her parents lived, and replied, "I know, Dad."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and said to Fei Yanche, "You should go back soon too."
After returning to the house, Shen Yu'an took out a mirror from the space, put the hairpin that Fei Yanche gave her on her bun to try it out, then took it off with satisfaction, put it in the box, and then placed it on the table.
The table in Chen Yu'an's room is right next to the window, and during the day Chen Yu'an would open the window to let in some fresh air.
Early the next morning, after getting up, Chen Yu'an hooked the cotton curtains covering the windows on both sides as usual, and then propped up the windows with two wooden sticks.
After propping up the window, she stood by the window and did a complete set of stretching exercises.
When she finished the last movement, she bent down and saw Fei Yanche passing by through her arms outside the window.
Fei Yanche frowned in confusion: "What are you doing?"
She finished the last movement before standing up straight, her face slightly red because of the blood congestion in her brain when she bent down.
"Stretching can also help me grow taller," she explained as she moved her arms.
Fei Yanche nodded as if he understood, looked at Shen Yuan's height and said seriously: "You are not short anymore."
Fei Yanche wasn't trying to coax her when he said this.
Although Shen Yu'an was not even as tall as his chin, she was much taller than other women.
Shen Yu'an was a little dissatisfied. She used to be over 1.7 meters tall, but now she is only 1.65 meters at most, so she wanted to grow taller.
But she didn't dwell on it too much and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Fei Yanche's smiling eyes fell on Shen Yu'an, and he happened to catch a glimpse of an exquisite-looking box on the pile of papers on the desk in front of the window.
The box was open and there was a wooden hairpin inside.
Fei Yanche knew that Shen Yu'an also had a wooden hairpin, but he felt that the wooden hairpin was not worthy of Shen Yu'an, so he personally carved a jade hairpin for her.
But the one on the table doesn’t seem to be Shen Yu’an’s original one.
Fei Yanche's heart was immediately filled with alarm. He asked casually, "That hairpin...why did you buy two of the same hairpin?"
Shen Yu'an followed his gaze and saw the wooden hairpin.
She casually recounted the origin of the wooden hairpin.
Fei Yanche didn't see any other emotions on her face, and felt slightly relieved.
However, when Fei Yanche thought of the way the eldest son of the Bai family looked at Chen Yu'an at the Bai Mansion, he felt a little upset again.
…
Fei Yanche seemed to be very busy. During the few days he was at Shen's house, he could constantly see Fei Dong or Fei Xi coming to see him.
On the afternoon of the third day, he said goodbye to the Shen family again and left.
But when he left, he tried every means to get back the wooden hairpin that Bai Mingxi had given to Shen Yu'an.
During the two days that Fei Yanche was here, the Shen family did not rest either.
Shen Rong took several men from the Shen family, Zhang Wendong and Hua Nan to the town to inquire about the school.
With the current talents of Shen Dalang, Shen Erlang and Zhang Wendong, they are now ready to give it a try.
However, in the Wei Dynasty, if one wanted to take the imperial examination, one had to be recommended by the school teacher, so the three of them still had to enter the school first, and then the teacher would recommend them to take the college examination if he thought they had enough qualifications.
The Shen family decided to send the remaining Sanlang, Silang, Wulang, Liulang and Hua Nan to school.
Shen Rong also planned to ask if the town school was short of teachers, so that he could do his old business to increase his family's income.
And their trip went very smoothly. One of the teachers in a school in the town happened to have something to do at home, so after the other teachers tested Shen Rong, he stayed.
It would naturally be easy for Shen Dalang and the others to stay.
However, students are still required to take exams on their academic knowledge and be divided into classes.
The school is divided into four classes: A, B, C, and D. Only students in Class A can be recommended to take the college entrance examination.
In addition, Class B and Class C are for students who already have the status of Tongsheng but are not qualified to take the college entrance examination.
Class D is for those who don’t even meet the requirements to become a Tongsheng.
Shen Dalang, Shen Erlang and Zhang Wendong were all assigned to Class A.
As for the other boys, Silang and Hua Nan were assigned to Class B, while Saburo, Goro and Liulang were assigned to Class C.
With Shen Rong and Ji Xun teaching at home, these people were not assigned to Class D.
But Sanlang was not satisfied that he could only be assigned to the same class with two little kids, Wulang and Liulang.
He also threatened to jump to Class B after the next teaching exam.
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