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    At that time, we got out of the carriage, and the sound of the abacus beads gradually faded away. When I turned my head following the sound, I only saw a figure from behind at the corner.

    It is no different from the back figure I saw at the moon gate yesterday.

    The figure is stooped and skinny.

    ? Presumably, he was a middle-aged man who was too old to take care of him. He was weather-beaten and suffered from long-term illness.  I saw that gray and white cotton had been turned out of the dark blue long jacket, and strands of black and long hair hung down on the shoulders.

    He dragged his breathless body and walked alone in this ice and snow field.  The abacus beads were ringing crisply, and the surrounding was silent.  I guess that although he is in the Chen residence, no one should care about him.

    I often saw this kind of back in the bridge hole when I was young.  Those people were all wrapped in a cotton coat, shivering in the cold wind, but they were unwilling to change the status quo, and wished to spend their days in ignorance.

    Suan Xiucai told me that they are all lonely and helpless people, and they have no ability.  Whether it is worthy of sympathy or not, no one can tell.

    He often taught me that it is okay to be incompetent at a young age, but you must not lose your ambition, so as not to form a habit.  When you are older, don't beg for food anymore. With hands and feet, doing anything at will is better than reaching out and begging for alms.

    Whenever I nodded heavily, Suan Xiucai looked at me with complicated eyes.  Thinking about it now, the sour scholar at that time, as he said, had lost his youthful ambition and developed a habit of incompetence.

    I don't know who is in this world of Chen's mansion.  That person always reminds me of the sentence that Suan Xiucai sighed when he was depressed: "In fact, I am often afraid that I will still walk alone after many years and half my life. I will end up in the same end as those strangers under the bridge."

    What did sister Minmin say at that time?  She said, "You don't have to walk alone with me."

    She is right, at least in the few years I have seen, Sister Minmin made Suan Xiucai not feel like being single.  Rao only sent some eggs, Suan Xiucai was never hungry.  But I understand that he can't always eat sister Minmin's eggs.

    I don't know where he has gone now.  Whether to regain youthful ambition.  Also, are you still single?

    "That's the accountant in our house, he doesn't go out often." The young master propped his chin, shaking his head, "I like to read poems."

    The little lady nodded, "I like to give me and my brother a speech book."

    I smiled silently.  It's great, there are fewer and fewer people who like to give speech books.  I often dream back to the days of storytelling, when Sister Minmin hugged me and listened to Suan Xiucai's speech book.  Young and worry-free, the years are gentle.

    "He carries the abacus and the story book all day long, and he won't go out when outsiders come." The young master lowered his voice and whispered to me, "The last housekeeper said that he probably has some mental problems, so let's not talk to him."  He's playing. But I don't think there's anything wrong with him, he's been nice to us."

    The little lady nodded approvingly, "My mother has already found another accountant."

    Inexplicably, these words were uttered in a childish and innocent voice, which cut one's throat and heart.

    "Then why did you keep him here?" I asked while studying ink.

    "I don't know, it seems that he can't be driven away." The little lady shook her head with a strange expression on her face, "Wellhe doesn't want to go out to meet people himself. Yes, he can't be driven away anyway."

    It's so strange.

    The only thing I can think clearly is that the original housekeeper must have bullied the accountant, otherwise how could he talk nonsense with a pair of innocent children.

    People's hearts are unpredictable.  It is clear that the accountant is a man in his dying years, and he is just begging for a living, at least it will not affect the position of the housekeeper, so why bother.

    I think I'm getting old, and I can't hear such sad people, and I can't hear sad stories.  But the two little boys in front of me begged me to tell my sad story.  It was probably because they were very curious about who the "Jing Xian" was whose ink was blurred by my dancing.

    Well, let me briefly introduce him, "He is an overly good-looking person, and he will come to teach you how to play the piano in a few days. I will write his name first so that you can get to know each other in advance."

    Pale and weak, extremely disappointed.

    The young master showed a regretful expression, but the young lady asked me enthusiastically, "Is the third brother from Youchun Mansion good-looking? I think the third brother is the most beautiful person in the world." She was talking about Xiao Chunyan.

    I am very surprised, she is young, she can read a lot of words, how is it earlier than my spring heart.  Furthermore, she has met several people in the world at a young age.

    Thinking of this, I am inevitably disappointed.  How many people did I meet when I was ten years old?  I feel that Jing Xianshi is the best in the world.Begging him to hug.  I'm a bit jealous, but I'm not good at getting angry with a little girl.  It's even worse.  I still care terribly.

    What surprised me was that Jing Xian didn't pick up her soft little girl, but only coaxed her to come back and sit down.

    Because he wanted to talk about the notebook, the two boys excitedly pulled his sleeves and chattered around him for a while.

    I feel a little sorry, "They are a little noisy probably because they like you so much, seeing that you are good-looking. You don't mind."

    "It's nothing." I saw that his hand holding the tea cup was a little stiff, maybe it was invaded by the cold, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "I just like to be noisy."

    Silently.

    I slowly covered my heart, suppressed Tete's heart, and looked up at him.

    God is sorry to see you, please really see me fairly.  When I saw him good-looking and liked him in those years, he didn't say that at all.

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    1. Don't hoard articles, don't hoard articles, don't hoard articles!  Stupid as a coffee to renew your life, six thousand in the future, don't you pity me, this little bastard?  Hoarding articles will affect the data of articles and lead to no good list.

    2. Key words in the next chapter: "Hua Guan, what do you like about me?", the youthful ambition of a sour scholar, "I will wait for you like sister Min Min." "Actually, there is no need."

    3. The flag of the next chapter: I will not get used to people who abuse themselves.  [But it's strange that I'm used to seeing you

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