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    Sister Min Min's wind and cold came back and forth, the doctor said that it must be the root cause of the disease, and there was no other way but to take good care of it.  Ever since the doctor shook her head and said this three months ago, Minmin's parents have not allowed her to go out to find Suan Xiucai.

    It is important to know that if you are not allowed to return, you are not allowed to return, and you still follow your heart whether you do it or not.  I always believe that sister Minmin's condition should decrease gradually with the number of times she sees sour scholars.

    Sister Minmin and Suan Xiucai sat on the pier watching the sunset, and I sat alone under the sunset and watched them.

    Ordinary God will match me with a little Chunyan, but today he has gone somewhere, I feel a little uncomfortable to be alone in the large-scale couple scene, watching them so frivolously.

    The setting sun is round and low, supported by water on the surface, dyeing the clouds and the long river red.  There must be other appearances in other people's eyes, maybe Sister Min Min's eyes are in the shape of a heart.  It's just that I feel like a pancake, probably because I'm hungry.  I am always hungry, it is like a cake every day.

    It's cruel to let me look at the scene in pairs when I'm alone, and it's cruel to let me look at the sunset pancakes when I'm hungry.

    I can only look at those mediocre people who are busy making a living. They come and go, and they don't know what they are doing.  The boats drifting on the river don't even know where they are going, since they will always be drifting anyway.

    "I once taught Xiaohua, don't entrust yourself to a man who is willing to be mediocre."

    I suddenly heard my name from Suan Xiucai's mouth, even if I didn't want to see their pairing again, I still couldn't help but raised my head in a daze.

    Suan Xiucai looked at the sunset, and said to Minmin calmly, "I really like that young man who said 'the book is full of sad and delusional things in the world, and the pen is full of romantic poems'. It's a pity that I can't tell if he is still here  In the world. We have known each other for more than ten years, and it seems to me that I haven't written to him for a long time."

    I seem to understand but half understand.  That's not what he said when he gave me a small lecture at the beginning of the year.  Wasn't he the one who said that?  The world of literati is really wonderful, with corners and corners.

    I was digging at the stone slabs of the pier, complaining sourly because of my lack of culture.

    ? If I hadn¡¯t met Mr. Rong later, my impression of the sour scholar would have always been hesitating and sour.  Mr. Rong told me that beating around the bush between literati is called Jiuquyichang.  The more lingering and repeated, the more straightforward it is.

    Now I don't intend to stay here and listen to their nine songs.  After all, the person who made me queasy is still in the Jieyu Building, and the pancakes that made me sick are still in the hands of the hawker.

    Compared with Jingxian, Pancake was a little inferior, so I wiped off my trouser legs and ran to Jieyulou.  Of course, lack of money also limited my options to a certain extent.

    Unexpectedly, I was too jumpy and ran into a luxurious gold-plated carriage head-on. If I hadn't been able to avoid thugs buzzing into the piano room all the year round and made my body agile, I would have almost died under the horse's hoof.  It is expected that the Flower Goddess does not want her little official in front of her to die so uselessly, luck, luck.

    When I turned over and rolled out of the soles of my hooves, I was accidentally caught by the corner of the carriage and tore the skirt of my clothes. Before I had time to regret the patch that my sister Min Min had just sewed for me, I heard the horse neighing beside my head.

    I lay on the ground and pressed my chest, staring at the blood-red sky and snapped my fingers, still in shock.

    "Where do beggars have no eyes!"

    I was suddenly caught back to my soul, and hurriedly got up from the ground, "I'm sorry, I ran too fast just now"

    "Bad luck! Bah!"

    I don't know whether it was phlegm or saliva that fell on my arm.  Anyway, I couldn't and didn't dare to spit it back.  Anyway, it's a rich family with countless servants, what if I get beaten after I vomit back.

    In fact, I don't understand something in my heart, shouldn't rich people produce some noble and handsome young men like Jing Xian?

    These rich people, who ride in gilded carriages and are admired by others, are not as polite as a beggar like me.

    They at least apologized to me and said they were sorry for bumping into you, so I said it's okay and I can still stand up.  After this, give me another sip, even if you are a little caught off guard, I will admit it.

    Picking up the used oiled paper on the ground, I silently wiped my arms clean, covered my scratched skirt tightly and stood up.  Anyway, I am also a girl, so I should pay attention to it.

    Perhaps I annoyed them by getting up too slowly, the curtain of the carriage was raised, "Are you still rolling?!"

    Sitting in the carriage was a sharp, thin middle-aged man, with a slightly better face than the man who just poohed me standing next to him.

    The person who pissed me frowned, "Hurry up and get out of our master's way! Waiting for money to be extorted?!"

    I'm so easyprivate property.  "There was a little bit of pretentious calm in his expression, which I saw through.

    I stared at his face, and became more and more curious about what was on the bed, "Jing Xian, you didn't lie, did you? Did you lie to me? What is so private, I haven't seen you hide it in so many years."

    "Aren't you going to sew clothes?" He raised his eyebrows and asked me, "Where's the needlework?"

    He didn't want me to know that the thing had reached the point where it deliberately diverted the topic.

    I think he probably wetted the bed.  Xiao Chunyan also wet the bed, it's okay.  I will not despise him.  If this is the case, it would not only be impolite for me to press on, but it would also embarrass him.

    God, there are really not many girls who are as considerate as I am.  He must seize the time to discover my goodness.

    So, I followed his words, "I didn't bring the needle and thread, I thought you would."

    "Do you think that I, a man, can know how to needle and thread?" He frowned and stared at me, "What is my position in your mind a sissy?"

    "" I choked and shook my head silently.  I don't understand why he asked me from such a tricky angle about his position as a man or not in my mind.

    In fact, I am a little unclear about the boundaries: how can I be considered a man?  Why is it considered a sissy?

    Someone like Xiao Chunyan should be a sissy.  Always play with girls like me.

    It must be manly for Jing Xian not to like to play with me.

    "Wellyou are very manly in my mind. But I still want you to help me mend clothes." I told him seriously with my eyes open.

    And got his refusal.

    I think he seems a little angry.  Well, I always pissed him off for no reason, without a reasonable explanation.  This makes me crumpled a little sweetheart.

    I still don't understand what he hid on the bed, or why he didn't mend my clothes.

    Just like at this moment, I don't understand why I found a sewing kit in his waist.  baffling.  He doesn't look like a sissy either How did he get molested by his wife for six years?

    God, I really want to learn.

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    1. Drive invisible.  stable!

    2. The sour scholar's words earlier in this chapter have explained when he was willing to be mediocre.

    3. Please remember the master with the close-up!

    4. Key words in the next chapter: The physique and scenery of recruiting dogs!  string!  help!  I!  repair!  Clothes!  Clothes!

    ? Shocked, I haven't seen you in six years, is a man surnamed Jing a sissy?  Huahua: Caring, considerate!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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