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    Maybe it's because I often go to her house to take care of sister Minmin who has frequent wind and cold, and her parents have taken a lot of liking to me in recent days.  After all, in the twelfth lunar month, there are not many good girls who walk tenaciously in the cold wind to visit patients.

    This is a good sign, and it means that when they eat again in the future, I don't have to pretend that I am not hungry.

    Sure enough, today I was allowed to share a bowl of clear soup noodles sprinkled with green onion with Min Min.  Her mother brought me an extra pair of chopsticks.

    Sister Minmin doesn't like noodles very much, but she just picked two bites and gave them to me.  She is getting more and more depressed, thinking that she doesn't like anything now, only sour scholars.  The only spiritual food every day is all the news about Suan Xiucai.

    While eating food, I instilled her with spiritual food.  Unconsciously, it was already dark outside, and I sneezed when I was about to go out. Sister Minmin wrapped her cotton coat around me and carefully told me to run slowly.

    Fifteen years old is the age of burning tails, and she still treats me as a child.  Later I figured it out, it was me, Min Min, who always thought that time goes by very slowly.

    ? Presumably because the last time I collided with a carriage was unforgettable, after I ran out of the deep alley, I became more obedient and deliberately slowed down.

    When passing the bridge hole, a gust of cold wind hit my head, I held my nose itchy, and sneezed again.  The sound of sneezing made other voices in my ears a little hazy, and I vaguely heard someone talking, "March in early spring"

    I followed the sound and turned my head to look. Beside the dark bridge hole, the dilapidated wooden door was open, and the cold wind was blowing wildly, filling the man's sleeves.  With the help of a faint yellow lantern, I can see clearly that the man is a sour scholar.

    Standing opposite Suan Xiucai is the man carrying the lantern.  Dressed to look like a servant of a rich family.

    Rao is a servant, and a servant who is very rich, and the sour scholar still respects him.  This is probably the inertia of our poor.  I snorted out of breath and warmed my hands before trotting over, standing not far from the servant.

    When I got closer, I realized that the pattern on the servant's clothes was somewhat similar to that of the attendant who bumped into my carriage several months ago.  I was apprehensive and wrapped my little padded jacket tightly.

    Suan Xiucai glanced at me and motioned me to wait a moment.  He bid farewell to the servant, holding a square thing in his hand.

    When the boy turned his head and saw me, he probably remembered those tattered female ghosts in the nonsense book, his face turned pale immediately, he was obviously shocked, and he turned his head and walked away after a while.

    Suan Xiucai looked at the boy's back and sighed softly, the veins in the hands that were holding things tight were slightly tinged, and he looked worried.  I looked at him, "Brother Lu, what are you holding?"

    "An invitation card. There is a wealthy gentry in the neighboring city's 50th birthday, and he invited me to tell a book in the spring." He looked down at me, staring at my fragrant cotton coat, without taking his eyes off.

    "Then what are you sighing for? This is a good thing. Someone has come to Yun'an specially to ask you to tell a book. You are a rich family, and you will definitely earn a lot of money!" I suddenly had hope for him to marry Sister Minmin.  After all, I always believe that it should be much easier to talk about relationships after having money.

    I have always taken it as my ultimate goal in life to make a fortune and marry Jing Xian.  This world has taught me that everything is much easier when you get rich.

    "It was his master who came to Yun'an to play a few months ago, and he heard me talk about it by chance, so he decided. I don't know why I sighed, and I was a little uneasy, worried about what would happen. I always like this  He shook his head with a wry smile, calmed down his emotions and said, "The house of a rich family looks more disciplined than ordinary people, so it worries me; in fact, it is more irregular than ordinary people, so it also worries me."

    At that time, I had a little understanding of what "too many rules" and "too many irregularities" meant.  But there is nothing we can do, once the bad luck about power comes, we will be helpless after all.

    "Sneeze!" Thinking of this, I sneezed for the third time tonight.  Well, now I'm almost 80% sure that Jing Xian misses me.

    "You have a cold." Suan Xiucai's conscience didn't feel pain at all, he looked at my blushing face teasingly, piercing my thoughts, "Those who miss you should still be playing the piano. Go back and ask Xiao Chunyan to give you a kiss  Order some ginger, he is so powerful, it must be no problem for you to drink a sip of ginger soup."

    I nodded wholeheartedly.

    He also asked, "Don't go to Minmin's house these few days, lest you both get worse."

    It wasn't until I returned to the Temple of Flowers that I realized from the sour scholar's words that I must have been running too often, and today I ate a bowl of noodles with a patient named Minmin, and was overwhelmed by Sister Minmin.

    "Master Yan, I can't get anything, it's just ginger soup." After hearing what I said, Xiao Chunyan immediately rolled up her sleeves, got up and walked out, "YouSuddenly, I picked up the medicine bowl, held my breath, and stuffed it into my stomach.  My mouth was full of bitterness, as if my blocked nose had been opened by the bitterness. I smelled the smell left in the medicine bowl, and I leaned over to gag.  Spreading his legs and running to the window sill, he opened his mouth and breathed the slightly sweet air before feeling a little better.

    "It's hard to remember. When you have a cold, hold up the medicine, and think of the bowl of medicine that I  The medicine in it is also made less bitter. Once and for all."

    For many years to come, I could never escape the fear of being dominated by that half-pack of bitter medicine.  As he said, whenever he catches the wind and cold, he can think of the rolling white waves in his piano room, the bitter soup, and his calm and sustained words.

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    1. The jealous Xianzi is so cute.

    2. Key words of the next chapter: blue bird glaze, someone by the bridge is selling good medicine for wind and cold, Min Min, "Cuckoo, run slowly, mother can't keep up." (? (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com  com
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