Chapter 77: Magpies on the Branches
Apricot Moon.
In February, red apricots are in full bloom on the branches.
The little swallows chirped happily.
The mooing of cattle doing spring plowing could be heard in the distance.
In the yard, there was the sound of a baby crying.
Lu Qingyao from next door heard the crying and ran over.
I saw Miaomiao lying on Xiuxiu's shoulder and crying loudly, her eyes looking at Jiang Wenxuan and the teething stick in his hand, with tears in her eyes.
Jiang Wenxuan also looked at her crying with grievance, waiting for someone to comfort her...
Of course Lu Qingyao didn't understand that these two little kids were fighting over a teething stick!
She reached out and hugged her daughter, patting her gently, "Miaomiao, be good, don't cry, don't cry, mother will make you a new one, this one is for brother, okay?"
The little baby stopped crying instantly, but continued to sob.
Xiuxiu's eyes widened.
No one knows a daughter better than her mother. This will make her behave well!
Lu Qingyao felt that her little girl was different from other children.
Very clean.
He is also very temperamental.
I rarely poop in my pants.
She won't accept anything given to her by others unless they wash their hands first.
No one could sit on the bed she slept on, not even her brothers.
Otherwise, I will cry in front of you.
He never lets go of this teething stick and no one is allowed to take it.
This may be because she is like her biological parents...
Jiang Qiaoer followed in, took the teething stick from Jiang Wenxuan's hand, and went to coax little Miaomiao.
The baby didn't take it. Instead, he turned his head away and sobbed on his mother's shoulder.
It's all squashed and dirty, who would want it!
Then the little baby refused to take the teething stick.
She won't even want to wash it.
Jiang Qiaoer was amazed that her younger sister was so young and already she was acting like a spoiled brat!
He had no choice but to return to his brother, wiped his tears, and slapped him on the butt.
"How old are you? You still steal your sister's things. Aren't you ashamed?"
After saying that, he went to coax Jiang Miaomiao again.
Everyone went to coax the baby!
Jiang Wenxuan glanced at Xiao Miaomiao aggrievedly, then looked at his sister.
What's going on?
He was crying too, so why did everyone go to comfort his younger sister?
So sad! So sad!
"Squeak!" The door was pushed open.
It turned out that Lu Qingyao and Jiang Qiaoer were in such a hurry when they came back that they forgot to lock the door.
A head poked in curiously.
A head with delicate features and a handsome face.
The mother is tall, so the baby is held high as well.
From Jiang Miaomiao's perspective, she couldn't quite make out the man's features.
But looking at his features, he is still handsome.
And...it looks a little familiar...
When the man saw that everyone was looking at him, his face turned red. He quickly opened the door and stood up and bowed.
"I am Sun Yanshu. I knocked on the door and no one answered, so I pushed it open and walked in. I am so rude!"
Everyone looked at each other.
I don’t know any of them.
Jiang Qiaoer leaned close to Lu Qingyao's ear and whispered, "Aunt, he was the one who helped me pass the message to you and mother at Puji Temple that day. He helped us..."
She was deeply impressed by the young man who was willing to help her.
After Qiao'er said this, everyone remembered.
But I only remember that there was such a person, but I didn’t remember his appearance.
Even Jiang Ziyan, who had a photographic memory, didn't remember it.
Because this young man disappeared after delivering the message.
"Mr. Sun, please come in!" Lu Qingyao led him into the hall. There was no point in letting someone stand at the door all the time.
She remembered that this young man was a student of Donglin Academy and a classmate of the two young masters from the capital.
I wondered if they sent him.
The boy looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a dark blue robe and dressed like a scholar.
His manners and conversation are elegant and generous.
After Sun Yanshu sat down, he took the tea brought by Xiuxiu, thanked her, and took a sip.
He was also very polite and didn't look around, just took a quick glance.
The seemingly renovated house is still shabby, but very clean and tidy.
An ordinary set of bamboo furniture, with lush potted flowers and trees on the desk.
Very elegant!
The bookcase in the corner is full of books.
He took a quick glance when he came over and saw that it was Jiang Ziyan's handwritten copy.
He had seen it in his own bookstore.
Lu Qingyao saw that he had no intention of asking everyone to leave, and it seemed that he and Xiuxiu did not know each other.
This denied the previous guess.
He said, "I would like to thank Master Sun for his generosity in the matter of Puji Temple. I didn't have time to thank you that day, so today is a good opportunity to thank you in person!"
After Lu Qingyao finished speaking, she asked several children to come forward and pay their respects.
Sun Yanshu quickly extended his hand to help him, "It's just a small favor, don't worry about it!"
He didn't expect this family to give such a generous gift.
In fact, he recognized several people as soon as he entered the yard, mainly because these children were too eye-catching.
Especially the youngest one, who was as delicate as a porcelain doll, but whose crying was deafening.
I could hear it from far away.
So the memory is still fresh.
At this moment, he was looking at her with his big round eyes, with a hint of curiosity in his expression.
There were a few teardrops hanging on her long, curled eyelashes.
So cute!
He was stunned for a moment, then bowed to Lu Qingyao and said, "Madam Jiang, you can just call me Yanshu. My father is Sun Qian, the owner of Qinglan Bookstore..."
Lu Qingyao was stunned. It turned out to be the son of Manager Sun.
There are such coincidences in the world!
"Well, Yanshu! My last name is Lu, not my husband's. You can just call me Auntie!"
Sun Yanshu was also stunned. He heard that the wife of the minister should not have been divorced or divorced.
But since she said she doesn’t want to use her husband’s surname, then so be it.
"Lu...Aunt Lu."
Lu Qingyao smiled. He was a sensible child, unlike those old stubborn people who had become pedantic because of their studies.
But I was also curious about why he came to my house. "Yanshu, it was Manager Sun who asked you to come, but what's the matter?"
I guess it has something to do with Mr. Cui...
"Aunt Lu, it's not my father, it's Mr. Cui... I am now Mr. Cui's disciple!" Sun Yanshu said this with a face full of pride.
But he still envied the Jiang Ziyan brothers.
Mr. Cui was only willing to teach him after he passed the imperial examination.
Judging from Mr. Cui's tone, he seems to have decided to accept one of them as his apprentice.
Judging from talent, Jiang Ziyan is the best.
This young man not only copied books, but also annotated the books he copied.
At such a young age, he had very unique insights, which won him a lot of praise from his father.
When Mr. Cui was mentioned, Jiang Miaomiao's family's eyes lit up.
Although the little girl didn't know who Mr. Cui was, she knew that her mother had always wanted her brothers to become his disciples.
The person who can make my mother like him so much must be a great scholar of the time!
Anyway, as long as her mother and brothers are happy, she will be happy too!
"Mr. Cui is back?" Lu Qingyao said happily.
He came back earlier than she expected. No wonder there were magpies on the branches so early this morning.
Speaking of Jiangzhou, it is not Mr. Cui’s real hometown.
The Cui family was a powerful family in the north, although many of its branches migrated south for various reasons.
Mr. Cui belongs to the group that migrated south.
Now he has retired and returned to Jiangzhou.
However, he did not stay in Jiangzhou, but came to Qingshi Town.
I guess it's also to avoid people...
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