Returning from picking the woodcutter.

The little nun walked on the road in a depressed mood, without any pleasure in leaping into the mountains and fields. The moments in the grass yesterday appeared repeatedly in her mind, making her feel uncomfortable all over...

She kicked the stone in the middle of the road, and after that, she felt her toes hurt. She pouted habitually, as if she could hang a kettle on it.

She was walking when suddenly a figure jumped to the middle of the road holding a long object.

She was startled and thought she had met a thief with a slim track. After seeing it clearly, her pretty face turned cold and she said coldly: "Zhang Anshi, do you dare to come back? Are you afraid that I will report you to the masters?"

Zhang Anshi felt a little guilty. He looked at the ground and said silently: "I'm not here to argue with you today."

The little nun glanced at the long box in his hand, feeling it seemed like a hidden weapon, and squinted his eyes and said, "Is that here to fight?"

“No, no…”

Zhang Anshi waved his hands repeatedly, then clenched his fists and put them beside his mouth, coughed lightly, and pretended to be serious: "I'm here to negotiate."

"Negotiation?"

The little nun looked suspicious.

"Um."

Zhang Anshi raised the box and said, "I'll show you this. I hope you can return the longevity lock to me. Also, I was wrong yesterday. I hope the little master can forgive me."

He bowed with his hands, looking extremely sincere, but his little face facing the ground was full of anxiety. This little nun had a changeable personality. Don't suddenly turn against him like yesterday and clean him up.

The gentleman often said that if a gentleman is wrong, he will make up for it with practical actions, and if a villain is wrong, he will use sweet words to cover it up. He racked his brains last night before he came up with this solution, hoping to "redeem" the longevity lock back.

"Give me this one? You... throw it over."

The little nun's eyes turned, and seeing that nothing was wrong around, she said after some thought.

Zhang Anshi shook his head, "It's not for you, but for you to show it. This thing is precious and cannot be thrown around..." After saying that, he walked a few steps forward and handed it over.

"Don't move!"

The little nun took a step forward, took the thing, and immediately took three steps back, staring at Zhang Anshi with his eyes, for fear that he would suddenly pounce on him.

When Zhang Anshi saw the little nun open the box casually, he couldn't help but instruct, "Please be gentler."

"Mysterious..."

The little nun was aroused a little interest. After opening the box, she found a scroll inside. She clamped the box under her armpits and slowly opened it...

I saw the previous book: The colorful picture of Yangcheng.

The grand scene of the Pingyang Lantern Festival is slowly presented, and it appears on the paper. The golden mountains with hundreds of lamps stacked together, the bustling crowd, and the lanterns of different shapes...

She looked at it intently, unable to help but lift the painting high, and the light of the sun sets on the back of the paper. The world in the painting suddenly lit up, and everything became alive. She was like being in the downtown lantern festival, feeling the brilliance of the lights in the hustle and bustle.

After a long time, her face was soft, half of her head was exposed from behind the paper, and she whispered: "Where did it come from?"

"Hey……"

Seeing that she was obviously useful, Zhang Anshi smirked and said proudly: "My father's proud work in previous years, oh, he is a famous master of calligraphy and painting far and wide."

The little nun pursed her lips and nodded slightly. Suddenly, she felt that the boy in front of her was not so disgusting, she was pretty good...

The scroll was long and she couldn't fully unfold it. After thinking about it, she moved her chin and asked Zhang Anshi to come and hold it. The young man was familiar with Yangcheng and understood the painting a little, and he did not forget to explain it to her on his own initiative.

The two whispered in the woods until the sky faded, and the little nun reluctantly put away the painting.

At this time, Zhang Anshi touched his nose and said, "Can you return the longevity lock to me?"

The little nun's eyes moved slightly, then she smiled softly and said, "Of course."

The girl suddenly smiled, and the boy was stunned. It was not until the longevity lock was handed to him that he came to his senses and took the thing. After that, he found that it was very late, so he reached out to get the painting. Unexpectedly, the little nun left the painting behind and shook his head innocently, "My..."

"ah?"

Zhang Anshi blinked, not knowing what was going on.

"If you change one thing, change the long life lock to change the colorful picture of Yangcheng, what's the problem?" The little nun smiled, lifted the firewood, turned around and left.

"no!"

Zhang Anshi hurriedly chased after him, "This thing belongs to my father and cannot be handed over to others, otherwise..."

His butt and handboard are going to suffer.

The little nun turned around, walked backwards, and smiled and said, "That's easy to deal with. I'll exchange other things. By the way, I'll use the paintings next time. But remember, I don't want those rockery and fake waters, people, secular paintings of many people and many houses..."

She was agile, carrying heavy objects, and walking very fast.

Zhang Anshi shouted and chased after him for a while, then stopped breathlessly.

The silver bell-like laughter quickly disappeared among the bushes. He began to feel that he was being fooled. This was not a compassionate monk, but a little fairy who was deceiving people's hearts and specialized in making bad things!

Dinner, during meals.

Zhang's father suddenly asked, "Where is my colorful picture of Yangcheng? Is it still placed on the bookshelf before?"

Zhang Anshi twitched his cheeks, pretended to be calm, and said the prepared words.

"My classmates like calligraphy and painting in school. Before we talked about my father's paintings, he repeatedly begged me and was a man who cherishes paintings, so I borrowed him to watch them."

"oh……"

Zhang's father stroked his goatee, felt that he had a face for his son, smiled slightly, and asked again: "Which family are you?"

"Uh...Li Xiaodan." He casually said his name.

Zhang's father was stunned when he heard this, then frowned and asked, "But the Li family of Xicheng merchants?"

"Um."

"Hmph! In the merchant's house, how dare I ask me to get the paintings introductory and get them back tomorrow!"

Zhang Anshi's face froze, thinking to himself, why did he insist on saying that boy's name?

Zhang's mother listened, but raised her eyebrows and slapped her chopsticks on the table, "What a fierce thing? That painting is your life. You are asked to sell it to subsidize your family. You don't want to! Show someone how much meat can you lose? You have to come back. My son doesn't want to face. He looks down on the Li family. What's wrong with people selling rouge and pollen? The lady in the city, who doesn't point at the Li family's good goods to meet people..."

As soon as Zhang's mother opened her conversation, she was talking endlessly like a river breaking a dam.

Zhang's father was scolded by a moment of contempt, but he was unable to refute. He finally threw the chopsticks and stopped eating. When he left the table, he glared at Zhang Anshi. The meaning was very obvious. He would not take it back and hum...

While crying, Zhang Anshi verbally comforted his mother, who had helped her to relieve her anger.

The next day after school, Zhang Anshi returned home and rushed out of the city.

On the small path at the back door of the nunnery, the little nun who returned from picking the woodcutter was not surprised when he saw the young man, but instead felt a little unspeakable joy.

Why is this stupid little donor so honest?

Zhang Anshi took out another painting, and the little nun went back to the nunnery to quietly take out the "Yangcheng Colorful Picture". The two confirmed that there were no insiders and reached a deal.

The boy looked expressionless throughout the whole process. After getting the thing, he turned around and was about to leave.

The little nun called him.

"Why did you leave? Don't you explain it to me?"

The boy said with a cold face: "I treat you with sincerity, but you are playing with me. How can you make friends with you?"

The little nun stood in the shadow of the wall, looking at the boy leaving, her eyes full of loss...

night.

The boy was in a irritable mood and tossed and turned.

Suddenly, he saw the white handkerchief beside the pillow and touched his arm unconsciously. He thought of the little nun who rushed over when he was injured, the sweat beads on the tip of her nose, and the concerning expression...

Am I some...

He lifted the quilt and covered his head.

Shi Qiao is back again.

"Why are you here again?"

The little nun said lightly, then opened the wooden door in the backyard and was about to walk in.

"I'll return something!"

Zhang Anshi's face was a little cramped, and he put on snow-white handkerchiefs on both hands. The little nun took the thing and stood there, lowering his head slightly, without saying a word.

"That, I haven't said that, thank you, thank you for treating my injuries that day..."

"Um."

The little nun said silently.

Between the two, quiet began...

"What about the painting?"

Zhang Anshi felt quite embarrassed and spoke out to break the silence, "It's the "Fireworks River Crossing Picture".

The little nun's eyes lit up, "Wait for me."

Afterwards, she took the painting and the two sat on the stone steps outside the wood door of the backyard. Zhang Anshi told her in detail the origin of the painting and the various things in the painting. There is a fireworks conference every year at the Wanshan River Ferry of Yandu. Countless flower boats came across the river just to enjoy the beautiful scenery. That summer night, he went out for a family...

After a long time.

The little nun thought about something, hesitated and struggled a little. Finally, she stared at Chai He next to her, made up her mind and said, "Even if you return my handkerchief and explain it to me again, I... won't give you something."

Zhang Anshi was stunned when he heard this, then stood up, looked at the sky, and smiled and said, "I will be the prime minister in the future..."

"What does it mean?" she asked.

The boy patted his abdomen, "The boat can hold it in his belly, and the little nun can naturally tolerate it..." Then, he left with his hands behind his back, quite freely.

Seeing that he was about to go away, the little nun bit his lip, stood up and shouted, "I don't call him little nun, my name is Lian Qianye!"

Outside the secular world, all monks and nuns of the Lotus sect take lotus as their surname.

Zhang Anshi didn't look back and held his fists on his left shoulder slightly agreed.

That night, he was in a great mood. He read in front of the window and studied books and learning. Suddenly, he heard a cry from his father's study, "Where is my "Fireworks River Crossing Picture"?!"

Zhang Anshi's face was filled with comfort and couldn't help but use his palm to put his forehead.
Chapter completed!