Hi! My enemy-killing weapon is in her hand! Han Shaer immediately realized that Huohuo had gone to the top of the mountain, and collected the slingshot at the boulder. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and asked himself if his heart was too hard - oh, this feeling
What's the use of the entangled disciple? It's better to stay in memory. The slingshot is useless. Let her keep it. The outstretched hand curled back and said with a sullen face: "What do I think? Your fiancé is a brat, you are still playing
slingshot?"
Huohuo failed again, and Emei frowned slightly, doubting life and that he was too sensitive. He was heartbroken again, so he stopped in front of the school and observed whether there was any reaction again.
Quietly, Han Shaer seemed to hear the sound of reading, and various scenes of rubbing his ears and temples emerged. His heart was ups and downs, and he felt that he could no longer hold on. He asked timidly: "Is this Mr. Han's home?" Huohuo asked.
Feeling disappointed: "No, it's a school." Han Shaer said: "There are no students!" Huo Huo's beautiful eyes dimmed: "The teacher has passed away, Mr. Hua has taken office, and there is no one to teach." Han Shaer bowed to the sky.
: "Teacher inspires people's wisdom and is an example for others. I pay my respects to you as a little doctor." There have been too many changes. Some relatives and acquaintances have died, and some have disappeared. I am deeply saddened. I am afraid of inexplicable consequences. I am deeply afraid.
After passing before my eyes, I can no longer see this face that is both spicy and realistic but melancholy. I am heartbroken and struggling with how to express it and how to maintain the close friendship between Jinlan——
Huohuo led him to the ancient tree. Here, he had fun, caught cicadas, coaxed Zhongyue, Bingyue...
The ancient tree became more and more leafy, and the stone circle was covered with vines. Inside the stone circle, there were luxuriant grasses and blooming spring flowers. A thorn rose stood out, and the inner bottom was covered with moss——
At that moment, Han Shaer woke up, thinking of the three years that Gu Shu had been his companion, and of E'er who never abandoned him...
"Gou Nuxia, how far is the Han family?" She made up her mind not to reveal it to Huohuo until absolutely necessary, just pay attention silently and help each other in times of crisis. When you get home, you can teach Zhongyue Xiaoxiao in the name of reading.
The basics of Holy Acupuncture should be almost complete at the age of twelve. Also, Bingyue has loved painting since she was a child. Why let her go to the painting academy in Yizhou and Chang'an to study...
The familiar door has an extra-large iron lock inserted - where did the person go? No need to be so exaggerated, right?
Huohuo went to find the gossipy neighbor's aunt. The aunt waved her hands like cattail fans: "I don't know, I don't know, he doesn't know anything about his family." Huohuo lost his temper and said with regret: "The young doctor
, what a coincidence, your trip was in vain, go back to Jiannan Gate!"
Han Shaer was happy to see this result. She cupped her hands and said, "I'm done with you, Heroine Gou. Please go back and get your life back! I'll ask around again. If the time is short, I'll stay for two days. If the time is long, I'll have to wait until next time."
Chance."
It’s time to send people abroad! It’s better to use the trick. As long as it’s just a pretense, there will always be a time when the fox’s tail will show up - hum!
Huohuo waved and walked away. When he turned around, he saw Han Shaer asking the neighbor's aunt, and then ran towards the village. She jumped on the tree and followed him forward, like a bird entering the forest, making no sound.
Han Shaer walked towards Jingfu and the home of village chief Jing Dezhen.
In Jing Mansion, Jing Dezhen was talking to Feng. He wanted to return the house, but Feng refused. According to her idea, a thatched house should be built in the open space to the east of the school. There would be no shortage of manpower. Quanxia Village
The tenants - no, those farmers were all vying for help. Jing Dezhen firmly objected, not to mention that she was Jing Yanggang's mother, even an ordinary Jing family woman would never live on the roadside in the village, let alone
What a thatched house.
Just as he was taking a step back to discuss whether the Feng family should live in the Jing family's ancestral hall, the east wing of his old house, Han Shaer knocked on the door.