Jiang Yuan looked sideways at him: "Have you changed your clothes?"
"The floor was too slippery. I accidentally fell. I asked Xie He for some clothes to change into."
"Are you hurt?"
"My knee hurts a little, but I've already taken medicine."
"Why are you coming back so late today?"
"Because I fell down, I was late in the morning. I was punished and had to clean the library. I'm afraid I will be late for the next two days."
Jiang Yuan pursed her lips slightly and saw that his hand that took the umbrella had new wounds and old marks, as well as small cuts from bumps and bumps: "You should... be careful."
Fu Jiu frowned and hummed softly.
The two people walked out of the gate of the Imperial College. The old man guarding the door saw two figures coming out and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
When did she go in? Why didn't he have any impression?
Before Jiang Yuan got on the carriage, she turned and grinned at him. The old man twitched and almost ran over and beat her.
The next day, Jiang Yuan finished his work at the medical clinic and went back home. He still went to the Imperial College.
When the old man guarding the door saw her coming, he cheered up while he was eating.
"I'm going in to find someone."
"Don't let in!"
"Forget it if you don't let me in." Jiang Yuan still didn't force him, and turned around and left.
The old man guarding the door stood up and walked forward. He saw her sitting in the carriage waiting, and had no intention of coming in. He seemed to just want to wait.
He went back to eat again.
When he looked up again, there was only one book boy on the carriage, and there was no trace of the girl just now.
The old man guarding the door was stunned, and then he thought she must have left or entered the carriage. Anyway, he was eating here and didn't see anyone entering through the door.
He hummed twice and ignored it.
However, Jiang Yuan walked to the door of the library again with ease.
It didn't rain today, but it was already dark when she arrived.
There was only weak light inside the library, and there was a chaise lounge near the door, but there was no one on it.
Jiang Yuan approached, looking left and right, and suddenly heard someone behind him say: "Are you here to pick someone up again?"
Jiang Yuan looked back and saw an old man lowering his head in the window of the room next to him, with smoke filling his eyes.
"Are you cooking? What are you doing?" Jiang Yuan came closer and stretched his head to look.
"White water, what? You want to eat too?"
"I've eaten it. How can I keep eating this clear soup and noodles?"
"Isn't it ok if you're full?"
"My little fan thinks so too..."
"Who is Xiaofen?"
"Um, my son's friend."
"Then he should understand that this kind of life is quite different."
"Yes, yes, he is very satisfied."
The elder glanced at her: "What are you satisfied with?"
"As long as you're full, you can eat and sleep. You don't have to worry about being slaughtered." Xiaofen is actually old enough to eat, but Shitou doesn't want to, so he keeps it. Jiang Yuan looks at it.
As the pig ages, the meat will become less tasty.
"what did you say?"
"Pig!"
"You!" The elder's beard curled up at her anger.
Jiang Yuan quickly said: "Don't be angry. Didn't you say you should have a different life? Why should you care about what others say about your own life?"
"Humph!" The elder took out the noodles, placed them heavily on the table, and took some wine to drink, but the noodles didn't move at all.
"Why don't you eat?"
"no appetite!"
Jiang Yuan sighed, stepped forward, and took away his face.
"what are you doing?"
"Let you feel another taste of life." Jiang Yuan said, rummaging in his kitchen and found two small tomatoes on the ground, as well as some green peppers and eggs.