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    Suan Xiucai was invited to a rich family in a neighboring city to celebrate his birthday by storytelling.  When we set off at Chenshi, I almost broke my leg while pulling Miss Minmin, but Xiao Chunyan was nowhere to be found.  From what I know about him, maybe he hid somewhere to sleep soundly.  However, speaking of it, he has become increasingly detached recently, and he often fails to find anyone in an emergency.

    Alas, could it be that I played with Jing Xian every day, and my relationship with him faded?  Could my family relationship with Xiao Chunyan not be able to stand the test of love between me and others?  Unbelievable.  Isn't it really like what is said in the sour scholar's storybook: Some people are born to forget you in the world?  I don't want to be like this with him.

    But I think I'm like many people.  Those who gave me food and then beat me for no reason, those who gave me winter clothes and then walked on the street and then spit on me, including those dogs who used to fight with me and then died  .

    I think those people, when they are kind, are really kind, and they are kindness on a whim. When they turn their backs and don¡¯t recognize my same beggar face, they will beat me because I am ugly and dirty, and they will also be degraded because of me.  Spit my phlegm in the eyes.

    ? When it comes to "forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes", I have already figured out some rules in my heart. Dogs are fine, but Xiao Chunyan is not; pancakes are fine, but Jing Xian is not.  Jing Xian and Xiao Chunyan are far less likely to "forget each other" in my heart than dogs and pancakes.

    Sister Minmin, who was chasing after me with a basket of eggs, was also not allowed.  Thinking about it, I stopped again and turned back to wait for her, trying to help her carry the basket.  She stubbornly wanted to mention it herself.

    Well, fortunately, my legs and feet were fast enough, and I finally led Minmin to arrive a quarter before Chenshi.

    The morning sun rises, and the faint golden light spreads on the river surface, sparkling.  There were not many pedestrians coming and going at the pier, so I stared at Suan Xiucai and sister Minmin from a distance.

    The reason why I didn't go there was because I didn't dare.  Standing with Suan Xiucai was the steward of Fushen's family, and he was also the one who spit on me that day.  I deeply remember his sour face and mean words.

    In the Jieyu Building last night, I also saw that rich gentleman.  He stood with the steward and despised all clients and clients, and of course I was included in the group of clients.  Why do they arrogantly despise others, because they have money.

    The old bustard rushed over, leading a group of girls dressed in red and willow green.  I saw that the girls were smiling very happily, and they didn't feel embarrassed to disturb them, so they timidly slipped into Jing Xian's room.

    When he turned around and closed the door, he could barely meet the eyes of the acrimonious manager. He frowned, wondering if he recognized me, the little bastard who spat at him. Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to wait for him to stare at me.  Thinking about it, I quickly closed the door.

    I still had lingering fears when I woke up this morning. Fortunately, when I went to deliver eggs to Jing Xian, he accidentally touched my hand, so I felt better.  But at this moment, when I saw the monkey-like face in charge, I was still scared.

    Don't go there, the past is for beating.  He must still remember me.  If I had known that he would invite Suan Xiucai to the neighboring city to tell stories, I would not have vomited on him.

    It can be seen that, don't learn from me that every person in the book must be reported, it is a lie, and those who have been reported will meet again in a narrow road after going around.

    But the way he looked at Minmin's sister was a little disgusting I think it was worth it to vomit him.

    When Min Min handed the egg, Suan Xiucai still hadn't picked it up, the steward smiled so much that the corners of his mouth were drooling, he rushed forward to help Suan Xiucai catch it.  He also took the opportunity to touch the back of Minmin's hand!

    Minmin was so frightened that she immediately withdrew her hand, and I slid down my throat too.  I saw Suan Xiucai frowned, took Minmin's hand and pulled her aside, whispered something to her, Minmin nodded, and then walked towards the willow tree in front of me.  I guess Sour Soo is urging her to leave.

    She looked back three times at each step, reluctant to part.  The rays of the morning sun drenched the willow trees, making them look picturesque.  Minmin's eyes were attracted by it, so she broke off a wicker, turned around and ran back.  Shove it into the hands of the sour scholar who is stepping aboard.

    Suan Xiucai was a little helpless, but finally accepted it, and then said something else.

    When I went back with Sister Minmin, she told me that Suan Xiucai said, "Take care of yourself, I will be back soon."

    Because of a word of exhortation, sister Minmin was so sweet that her eyes were bubbling, and she repeatedly looked at her hand that was inadvertently shaken by Suan Xiucai beside me.

    I saw that the hand was clearly the same as before. I don't know what's so good about it.  My own hand is still pretty. I was touched by Jing Xian this morning, and I think it can bloom flowers.

    I told Jing Xian about Sister Minmin sending her to the ship.  He was trying to pluck the strings, plucking for a while, stopping to write something, plucking for a while, and stopping to write again.  In short, as always, he has no time to talk to me.

    "Jing Xian, what are you writing about?What kind of impulse, my throat and heart tightened when I saw it.

    I was afraid that he would beat me up in anger, hating me had already broken my heart, if I beat me again, I was afraid that I would not be able to bear it, after all it would be a double physical and mental injury.

    Thinking of this, I quickly swallowed my saliva, and said again, "That's, it's fine if you don't say that in the future, I, I forgive you I'm not angry anymore. You forgive me too, I can't speak  , What you said was not pleasant, but there was no malice. It's just that you said that really too much"

    He didn't speak for a long time, closed his eyes, frowned, and didn't know what he was thinking, or calmed down.

    I poked his arm lightly, and said softly, "I'll bring you some cabbage soup after I cook it. If you drink my cabbage soup, then what we just did will be written off, okay?"

    He ignored me.  I waited for him for about a quarter of an hour, with my fingers poking at his arm, standing there like a fool.

    When I turned around to leave, he grabbed my finger and said, "I don't drink cabbage soup. I need an ink grinder for my music. I'll give you three copper coins. You can grind the ink for me for a while. After grinding the ink, just  Just write it off with me. You are not allowed to remember."

    But I stand at the head of the bridge to this day, and I still remember this clearly.  But I don't know if he forgot.  Probably because of the phrase "you will know when the time comes" he said, which kept me in my heart.  when?  tell me what?  He has not said so far.  Come to think of it, he had completely forgotten about it.

    In a daze, I realized that someone hit my leg.  Soft strength, soft and small.

    "Oops!" Immediately afterwards, the immature child's voice came to my ears, waking me back to my senses.

    I looked down and saw a small snow-white dot fell to the ground. I was startled, and quickly squatted down to hug her, but a pair of arms stretched out and quickly picked her up, "Goo, are you okay? Let you run slowly."  Why don't you listen to your mother?"

    "My dear, it doesn't hurt"

    I saw that the spring is warm and flowers are blooming in the bottom of my heart, the gurgling stream nourishes the limbs and bones, and the whole body is injected with new vitality.

    Looking at her bright almond eyes, I hesitated and didn't know what to say, or rather, I was so excited that I didn't know what to say.  The moment she turned her head to look at me, we choked out, "I just received the letter you sent me Sister Minmin."

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    1. Remember the words of Suan Xiucai, remember this piece composed by Jing Xian, it will be tested later (?

    2. Key words of the next chapter: four people sitting together and reuniting, Suan Xiucai straightened his back in front of her, that year's pork rib soup and that year's wine, and that year's heavy snow.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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