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Chapter 137: Broken Defense

Chang Le added another sentence in an old-fashioned tone: "Also, you should know that your body and skin are affected by your parents. You should be more careful when walking in the future. How can such a grown-up person be so frizzy?"

I thought this was enough, but who knew it was just the beginning.

Zhou Lan just lowered his head and let his brother-in-law talk for half a cup of tea, and what Chang Le said made sense.

Zhou Lan didn't know whether it would be better to admit that he had a nosebleed.

By the way, can this kid know the true meaning of nosebleeds and can he explain it clearly?

Zhou Lan looked at his brother-in-law's gushing mouth and had no choice but to say: "I remember, I made you worried, Chang Le."

Chang Le's face was slightly embarrassed: "You are my brother-in-law, and my parents have no other children. From now on, we will be the closest people. I care about you and worry about you. Isn't that right?"

Well, Zhou Lan never expected that his brother-in-law would say such words. It has to be said that Zhou Lan was defeated by his brother-in-law.

He knelt down and said to his brother-in-law seriously: "I really know that I was wrong. My parents only gave birth to me, and I regard you as my brother."

Chang Le was embarrassed by the comment: "Oh, you are such a big man, why do you still talk so thickly?"

Zhou Lan felt that it would be better for him to shut up.

How come we didn't feel disgusted when my brother-in-law said it himself? By the way, it seems that a baby can still accept whatever he says.

Thinking of this, my face turned red again. Could it be that the way I expressed my feelings was too unrestrained?

The husband took Chang Le to hang out on the streets. Zhou Lan looked at the two of them eagerly and took the carriage to the academy, truly envious of Chang Le.

The husband did not expect that at his age, he would fall in love with the smell of fireworks, and would wander around the streets with his young disciples without wanting to leave.

Recently, the style of poetry and prose has a pyrotechnic flavor. Who would have thought?

But when he saw the young disciple asking about the price of eggs and wild vegetables at the stall, the old man thought it was good.

Just like what the female disciple said, I feel down to earth.

Art comes from life and is divorced from the masses. No matter how good poetry is, it is just arty.

Yes, this was what my female disciple who had little experience and had never been outside the government said.

At that time, my husband was very reluctant to listen. He felt that his female disciple was really unruly and independent. He also didn’t know how the so-called so-called knowledge could become art.

But while strolling around this market, I gained some different insights.

The old gentleman felt that he had learned something from the female disciple again.

Zhou Lan made friends in the college, and his attitude towards dealing with others was a bit like Jiang Changxi's.

Jiang's second brother-in-law said that he thought his brother-in-law would be a little proud and frivolous as a disciple of a fourth-grade official. Unexpectedly, his brother-in-law was very easy-going and polite to everyone.

Zhou Lan answered this question very carelessly: "Brother-in-law, please don't be ashamed of me. During the three years of filial piety, I can't even touch books. When I am copying Buddhist scriptures every day, all I can think about is the knowledge I have learned.

It’s the difference between when my father was here and when he was away.”

Just ask, if my father is gone, what identity do I still have and what pride do I have?

Although he didn't talk much, he secretly had a feeling that was inappropriate for his age, and was also tinged with loneliness.

Brother-in-law Jiang: "It's my brother-in-law's fault. Why did you mention this?"

I said in my heart that after a child experiences these differences, his temperament will probably change.

It was the death of my uncle that taught my sister how to be worldly. This is really not a good topic at all.

Occasionally, the second brother-in-law Jiang would go back home with Zhou Lan and go to Mr. Wenzhai with his own problems, but every time the second brother-in-law was not very calm.

If Chang Le hadn't helped me remember what the husband said, my second brother-in-law probably wouldn't have remembered much at all.

Brother Jiang's second brother-in-law's thoughts followed Mr. Wenzhai.

Chang Ledu said, is the second brother-in-law's attitude towards learning really okay?

As the one being admired, my husband is a bit overwhelmed. Fortunately, he is older. If he were younger, he would probably misunderstand Brother Jiang's husband.

As for brother-in-law Jiang Er’s knowledge and poetry, the gentleman commented this way, and he must have worked hard. As for how, it really needs people who listen to understand.

Chang Le and Jiang Changxi felt that their husband was saying that their second brother-in-law had no talent in poetry.

Zhou Lan raised his eyebrows, and the husband said "hard work". How could you interpret it like this?

But I have to admit that maybe that’s what Mr.

Zhou Lan also met a good friend in the county school, Li Jinqiong, who took the county exam with him. The two are now classmates and get along very well.

But classmate Li prefers to ask Zhou Lan about Jiang Xiaolangjun, who is a fan of Chang Le.

This person witnessed the whole process of Chang Le sending Zhou Lan, his brother-in-law, to take the exam.

Classmate Li Jinqiong said that the versions sung nowadays lack the spirit of Jiang Xiaolangjun.

What can Zhou Lan say? I won’t take you home just for this. Chang Le will fall out.

This classmate Li Jinqiong's name does not mean that his life is filled with gold and jade, but he lacks yellow and white things, and has a homophonic meaning of "jingqiong".

And Zhou Lan saw the good quality of indifference in this classmate.

Although the situation of his classmates was not good, he was not bothered by his living conditions at all, nor did he care about the opinions of his classmates. He just did whatever he needed to do. Zhou Lan was impressed by this character.

Occasionally I would like to bring one of the roast ducks from my house to this classmate.

The classmate was really kind-hearted. He took Zhou Lan and the two of them found a pavilion to eat roast duck together. He also felt: "The masters have never seen that I have this privilege. I can eat the food at home in three or two days."

gourmet food."

Zhou Lan: "Brother Li is so complimentary. If you like it, just go to my house. My wife is very hospitable."

Li Jinqiong: "Brother Zhou Xian is so lucky. He has already started a family at a young age and has a head in charge of the house."

Zhou Lan: "Brother Li, you also have a fiancée. If you are envious, you should quickly go to your in-law's family to propose marriage. Don't delay the good years of the girl's family."

Li Jinqiong sighed, the roast duck was no longer fragrant: "I am now living in poverty, how can I get married?"

Zhou Lan: "Brother Li usually seems open-minded and indifferent, but why is he so hesitant when it comes to getting married? Now that we are engaged, getting married is just a matter of time. How can it be easier for my sister-in-law to live in her parents' house for a long time?"

I'm afraid Brother Li doesn't quite understand the worries of older girls.

But Li Jinqiong kept silent. Obviously this is not a problem that can be solved at this stage. And it is not something that Brother Li can do whatever he wants.

Zhou Lan avoided the topic: "There are also preserved fruits in the house. I don't know if Brother Li likes sweet ones."

What he said was truly sincere.


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