Yang Anjin also felt that he was not popular with his mother, so he said something to Zhang Lanzhen and went into the house to find Yang Anchen who was packing books.
"Brother, are you all packed?"
Yang Anchen raised his head: "It's almost done. I didn't hear anything when you two came. Wait a minute, I'll pack this up and leave."
It didn't matter whether the whole family came out to greet him or not. Zhao Fangyu was too open-minded to mind such a small matter. Yang Anjin took out the purse that Zhao Fangchu had entrusted to him and said, "It's okay. You pack your things. Here, this is for you."
Yang Anjin's embroidery skills were well known to his family. Before he left home, most of the purses and handkerchiefs Yang Anchen carried were made by him. The difference between this purse and his previous ones was obvious at a glance. Yang Anchen smiled and joked, "Your hands are really not that good at embroidery. Is this a leaf or a peach blossom? How come I can't tell the difference?"
He answered too quickly, and before Yang Anjin could finish his words, "Fang Chu gave it to you," he interrupted him. Hearing a hint of disgust in his words, Yang Anjin curled his lips and smiled, stretched out his hands and clapped his hands, saying, "Okay, okay, you're really good. Don't you want it? I won't give it to you even if you beg me later."
"An Jin, it's not that I dislike you. Really, you really should practice. If our mother saw this, she would definitely scold you. You didn't hide it well and actually gave it back to me. I'm begging you? Tsk tsk tsk." He shook his head as he spoke, as if he was really disgusted.
Yang Anjin took the purse back with a sneer, turned around and left, leaving a light sentence: "If you don't want it, forget it. I will go back and tell Fang Chu that you dislike it and don't want it. You can only wait for unrequited love in this life."
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