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"Sister Lin, what exactly do you want to say?" Yin Ling came over and asked curiously.
"..." Lin Qing'er's face turned even redder. She lowered her head and grabbed Luo Pa. When she raised her head, her words changed to: "You don't need to hold the egg..."
"That's great," Wang Xian said happily, "I won't have to suspect me of eating secretly all day long!"
"Haha..." Lin Qing'er lifted her forehead hair, bit her lip and said, "Do you have anything you want to say to me?"
"No." Wang Xian shook his head.
"Really?" Lin Qing'er narrowed her eyes and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Think about it again..."
In fact, when she came back from Sanshan Town, she felt trapped in a cocoon... Eight months ago, when Wang Xian proposed to her, in order to avoid harassment, she said that she had sworn that she would marry anyone who could vindicate her family's injustice.
No matter who you give it to, you will be a slave or a maid, otherwise you will never marry for the rest of your life.
At the time, there was no problem with this, because no one could believe that a loser like Wang Er had the ability to overturn this iron-clad injustice.
However, nothing can be more unpredictable than this. Although Wang Xian's name was not mentioned in the announcement just posted, Lin Qing'er, who participated in the whole process, knew that he was the one who turned things around!
Should we take the excuse at that time seriously? This question has been bothering Lin Qing'er in recent days. Take it seriously, this is just an excuse, where is the oath? Don't take it seriously, but to Wang Xian's ears, it is true.
.If he opens his mouth, I really don’t know how to respond.
So at first, Lin Qing'er kept hiding at home, fearing that Wang Xian would catch her with words. But after a while, he never came to the door. He just asked his sister to borrow a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" and go back to read it.
Lin Qing'er thought carefully and pondered over it, and actually thought that he was using "The Analects of Confucius" to remind herself that people should be trustworthy. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that this was the case.
It's a knife to the head, and it's a knife to shrink the head, so why not take this knife to extend the head...
Who would have known that when they arrived, they would discover that Wang Xian's purpose of borrowing "The Analects" was actually for reading... Lin Qing'er was greatly relieved at that time, but she also felt a little regretful. After all, girls have vanity, and Wang Xian gave up what he had obtained.
Rights are the greatest contempt for her.
In the following days, Lin Qing'er taught Wang Xian how to write, but her heart couldn't be quiet for a moment. She was afraid that he would make demands at any time, and she was angry that he was always oblivious to me. Like a nerd, he only knew how to write hard, and even the two of them could not get along with each other.
No one responded at all. Is this girl really unattractive?
In such a turmoil, Lin Qing'er's inner balance gradually changed. The more he came into contact with her, the more he felt that Wang Xian had really changed, becoming deep, wise, steady and reliable. With such a motivated person,
Yes, it seems that it is not unacceptable for a quiet man to stay together for a lifetime.
Gradually, she forgot his original appearance, and only saw Wang Xian now...
In today's agitated mood, Lin Qing'er actually took the initiative to pierce the window paper. Unexpectedly, it was difficult to speak, let alone the silver bell beside her. So she decided to remind Wang Xian.
Unexpectedly, Wang Xian couldn't think of anything, and he was so angry that Miss Lin wanted to strangle him to death! Thinking of this, she no longer cared about the reserve of a lady, "I keep my promise, but that doesn't mean I will keep waiting!"
After a pause, she said angrily: "After passing this village, everything I said before will be invalid!" This made people on the street look at her with suspicion.
When she yelled, Wang Xian suddenly said: "I remembered it!" He pointed at Lin Qing'er excitedly and said: "If you don't tell me, I really forgot..."
"Foolish insect..." Miss Lin, like a daisy flower, bowed her head shyly in the golden wind and said: "Keep your voice down, there are so many people."
"Yes." Wang Xian nodded, leaned closer and whispered: "Isn't it time to cash in on the thirty guan of soup and medicine you promised?"
"..." Lin Qing'er was stunned for a long time, and Fang said in a muffled voice: "Don't worry, I always keep my word!" She said with a sneer: "Unlike some people, who are used to breaking their promises and gaining weight.
..." She stared at Wang Xian hatefully. If eyes could kill, Wang Xian would have died a hundred times.
"Are you talking about me?" Wang Xian said innocently: "I was ignorant and liked to talk nonsense. You must not take it seriously."
Lin Qing'er was so smart that she couldn't hear the implication. It turned out that he hadn't forgotten, but he just didn't want to admit it anymore.
"By the way, don't fool people with precious money. I want copper coins, and of course silver is better..." Wang Xian added uneasily, but saw that Lin Qing'er had already picked up the feather duster on the roadside stall and hurriedly
He picked up the girl and ran away.
"Hmm, it's okay. I can clear up my money and goods with you, a scoundrel. I'm not happy yet." Looking at Wang Xian's running back, Lin Qing'er loudly told herself not to be embarrassed. She raised her head high, but her tears...
But it rolled down from the eyes, fell on the street paved with stone bricks, and broke into pieces...
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On the way home, Yin Ling asked strangely: "Brother, are you deliberately angry with Sister Lin?"
"Little girl, don't be too precocious." Wang Xian glared at her and scolded: "You are only eleven years old, you have to talk and act like a lolita!"
"What is a loli?"
"That's how you are."
"Said in the book?" Yin Ling knew that her brother had been studying hard recently and his knowledge had improved by leaps and bounds.
"Um."
"How did you say..."
"Loli has three good qualities, ahem..." Wang Xian glared at her again and cursed: "Where do you get so many problems?"
"Okay, the last question..." Seeing that her second brother seemed to be in a bad mood, Yin Ling had to put aside the 'loli' question and asked persistently: "What on earth is Sister Lin going to say? I always feel,
It’s unlikely to be eggs…”
"..." Wang Xian saw a maltose seller on the side of the road, took out a penny from his sock and said, "If you shut up, I'll buy you some candy."
Yin Ling immediately turned into a kitten shape, looked at her second brother pitifully and said, "How can you eat sweets with your mouth closed?"
"Eating doesn't count." Wang Xian reluctantly threw the money to his sister. Watching her jumping around to buy candy, he sighed deeply. Looking back, he saw people coming and going on the street, but they were gone.
The fragrance of a beautiful woman.
Is he a Lu man who has no charm? Naturally, he knew that as long as he opened his mouth at that time, Lin Qing'er would be his. But he believed that this was just because people in this era kept their promises, and Lin Qing'er was trapped in a cocoon. He did not really like him.
...Because in the eyes of others, he is just a toad. He originally thought that he should be quite calm as a human being. But that day on the pier, Miss Diao's cynicism and the toads from the neighbors actually ate them.
The talk about "swan meat" hurt him deeply! It felt like a ray on his back and a lump in his throat. He couldn't rest until he pulled it out or spit it out!
He doesn't want to be seen as a toad. Even if he wants to eat swan meat, he has to turn himself into an eagle first!
He wants people in Fuyang County to re-recognize himself, he wants to let those disdainful eyes go to hell, he wants to become the eagle soaring on the Fuchun River!
But deep down in my heart, there is inevitably a lingering melancholy...
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Time passed day by day, and Lin Qing'er did not appear again. The copybooks that Wang Xian faced every day had never changed. They were still the same ones that Miss Lin wrote for him at that time. Looking at the timeless fonts,
The thin girl who was as pale as a chrysanthemum often appeared in front of his eyes. Unfortunately, he missed it like this...
Whenever he couldn't sleep in the dead of night, he would scold himself a few words, saying that he wanted to save face and suffer, and that he deserved to comfort himself for the rest of his life...
After washing his underwear the next day, he would practice calligraphy even harder. Seeing that he was in good health, my mother planned to send him out to find a job instead of just eating at home and being such a waste. But she saw how energetic her son was.
, so I couldn’t bear to say anything.
One day at the end of September, Wang Xian was writing in the house when he suddenly heard a scream from the silver bell. He was so frightened that he ran out and saw his father wearing a ragged felt hat and carrying a bag, smiling.
…
"Dad, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..." After recovering from the surprise, Yinling threw herself into her father's arms, hugged his neck and cried loudly: "Dad, oh, dad, is it you, is it?"
you……"
The father loved this daughter the most. He touched her head and said with red eyes: "Girl, it's dad, it's dad..." but his eyes were looking at the door of the main house.
I saw the old woman leaning on the door frame with her eyes red. She didn't want to cry in front of her children. In the end, she couldn't help sobbing: "Damn it, you are finally back..."
"My dear, I'm back." Dad nodded and said in a deep voice, "I'll never leave again..."
Before the family even exchanged a few words, neighbors started to come over to visit. That afternoon, the neighbors pooled their money and ordered three tables from the restaurant to give Dad a toast. The neighbors took turns toasting, and so did Dad.
No one was refused, they talked loudly and laughed constantly. The long-lost lively sound reappeared in this small patio...
When night was about to fall, Tian Qi appeared at the door of Wang's house carrying a heavy baggage and supporting a thin scholar.
The scholar was naturally Lin Rongxing. As soon as he entered the door, he knelt down to Father Wang, kowtowed heavily and said: "Despicable Lin Rongxing, I have come to apologize to my benefactor!"
Father Wang hurried forward and said with a hearty laugh: "What are you saying, Mr. Lin? We are all made of flesh and blood. Who can bear the torture instruments in the yamen? I have never blamed you..." He helped him up.
Come on, pull him to the table and say: "Come on, friends in trouble, let's have a drink together!"
What he said was so beautiful that not only the neighbors cheered, but Lin Xiucai was moved to tears: "My benefactor is magnanimous, and the students are ashamed..."
"Let's not talk about that anymore." Father Wang served him a bowl of rice wine and said, "Drink this bowl of wine and let the past go!"
"Yeah!" Although Lin Xiucai was not strong enough to drink, he still picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.