Taoist fast crossing

"Brother Si doesn't like to listen to operas? The third sister likes it very much." Mr. Wen was startled, as if he and Miss Yin were so close.

"Si Ting doesn't like to listen to opera." Si Qingheng picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip with a very calm expression.

"She loved listening to operas when she was young." Third Young Master Wen lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"There was nothing to play at that time, but now that she has grown up, she loves playing the piano, dancing, drawing...but she rarely listens to opera." Si Qingheng smiled lightly, but with a hint of tenderness.

His brows were stern, and his aura was as sharp as a knife's edge. When he suddenly showed such a gentle expression, he felt astonished as if the ice and snow had melted.

Third Young Master Wen unconsciously began to doubt whether Si Qingheng really liked Yin Siting, at least a little bit of sincerity...

"Brother Si understands her preferences." Si Qingheng, a grassroots person, has gotten to his current position in just a few years, and he doesn't know how dirty he is.Third Young Master Wen quickly let go of the doubts in his heart, showing sarcasm, wishing to say bluntly, you are a dog leg with malicious intentions.

"Si Ting is my unmarried wife, so I naturally understand her." Si Qingheng didn't mind Third Young Master Wen's tone at all, or he was already used to it.

"Brother Si talks about him, I don't know what his intention is?" Third Young Master Wen was a little impatient, and didn't want to play Tai Chi with Si Qingheng here.Originally thought that Si Qingheng could be persuaded to withdraw the engagement automatically, but there was no hope.

"Didn't Third Master Wen invite me to drink today?" Si Qingheng looked surprised and seemed even more innocent.

"Let's open the skylight and tell the truth. It's not you that Si Ting likes. As long as you have a little bit of backbone, you know what to do." The third son Wen thought of some difficult problems, and he had a headache. He hoped that Si Qingheng could face the difficulties retreat.

"The marriage is a foregone conclusion, and it has nothing to do with Third Young Master Wen... Although I don't know where you heard the rumor, Si Ting and I love each other and have a harmonious relationship, so we don't need Third Young Master to bother you."

Si Qingheng pretended to take out a brocade handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands and folded it back.A clump of green bamboos was embroidered on the brocade handkerchief, it was indeed embroidered by Yin Siting herself, and it seemed to have an elegant fragrance.

Third Young Master Wen took a few glances, snorted coldly, and walked away.

Anyway, it's not him who likes Yin Siting.

It's all because Wen Er is too cowardly, a useless thing, and he can't even catch up with a girl, which makes him, the younger brother, embarrassing.

Third Young Master Wen left Ruiyuan Building angrily. The two of them spoke in a quiet voice before. There was a stage below, which was very lively and was not heard by outsiders.Everyone only knew that Third Young Master Wen was annoyed and left, so he quickly retreated to make way for Third Young Master Wen.

But soon there was a thud, and it turned out that it was Mr. Wen who bumped into a tree when turning a corner...

Si Qingheng, who was drinking, couldn't help laughing out loud.

When he was not smiling, his demeanor was extremely stern, but when he smiled he was so hearty that he almost burst into tears.

Everyone knows that Mr. Wen's eyes are not very good, but he hates wearing glasses.When he usually goes out, Mr. Wen often fails to see the stairs, the floor, or even the inconspicuous stones, and then gets angry and implicates innocent things...

It would be good if he pays more attention to the environment, so he won't make a fool of himself.

But the third son Wen who lost his face today was so angry that he didn't pay attention to what was in front of him. He slammed into a big tree so hard that his nose was bleeding.

"Si Qingheng! You and I are irreconcilable!"

Third Young Master Wen was furious and yelled at Ruiyuan Tower.

"Suddenly feel that today's play is not bad, thank you." Si Qingheng clapped his hands and laughed, very generous.

"Chop that damned tree down for me."

Third Young Master Wen covered his face and left, and put down his harsh words before leaving.

Boss Su shook his head, and after Wen San left, he whispered,

"I'm afraid I won't see Third Young Master Wen for a long time recently."

There were too many people present, the news that Wen San hit a tree tonight would spread quickly.

Several people ate and drank, drinking and toasting, unknowingly full of wine and food.

After watching a good show, everyone felt that this place is not a place to stay for a long time, and it is easy to cause trouble. After Liu San'er and others thanked Boss Su, they all left together.

After Boss Su settled the bill, he went out with Si Qingyan.

Si Qingheng, who was sitting alone on the second floor, finished eating the small dishes on the table and drank a few glasses of wine. He just stood by the railing and looked down. He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from behind and stared at it several times unconsciously.

Why is he here?

Si Qingyan sensed that someone was watching him, and when he turned his head, he saw only a slender silhouette on the second floor, dressed in military uniform, with awe-inspiring aura.

"It seems that Young Marshal Si and Third Young Master Wen are drinking today."

Boss Su found out some news, and the two walked on the way back, talking quietly.

"I heard that Third Young Master Wen waited for a long time for Young Marshal Si, but as soon as we met, Third Young Master Wen ran away without sitting for a moment."

"Stand by and wait." Si Qingyan thought of an idiom.

"Come on, don't let Third Young Master Wen find out, he is small-minded." Boss Su warned Si Qingyan, resisting the urge to laugh.

He even wanted to ask, do you know Young Marshal Si?

Are you related to Young Marshal Si?

But the time is not right now... and Si Qingyan doesn't seem to have any reaction.

In the middle of the moon, Si Qingyan and Boss Su bid farewell on the street and went home.

There seemed to be someone following behind him, and when Si Qingyan turned around, that person disappeared again.

Walking all the way to the courtyard, the person following him disappeared.

Si Qingyan stood in the yard for a while, and felt relieved when he noticed that the man was gone.

It doesn't look like it's just for money, and it doesn't have any malice, but it seems to be a full-time escort...

A Ford car was parked at the entrance of the alley, and the person sitting in the driver's seat looked indifferent, his eyes drifted away from the dim light pouring out of the window of a house at the alley, and his deep facial features were softened a lot by the warm color.

At this time, the person following Si Qingyan was bowing down to talk to Si Qingheng.The man was also wearing a military uniform. When he stepped lightly on purpose, he hardly made a sound. He whispered:

"The third young master is back home, very vigilant."

Si Qingheng nodded, let him sit in the passenger seat, and drove to another mansion in Wancheng by himself.

I haven't seen you for so long, but I've improved a bit.

"Young commander, aren't you going back to the commander's mansion?" the subordinate asked boldly.

"Today is too late."

Si Qingheng stopped talking, thinking of the two people living in the alley, he felt very at ease.

Take one step at a time and see one step at a time, no matter how difficult it is, you have to go on.

It's just that I don't know what the third brother is doing recently...how come he is in Ruiyuan Building, did he cause any trouble?

Still have to send someone to check it out, but it can't be too obvious.

He pressed his temples, swallowed the sigh he was about to let out, a little tired.

……

"Third Young Master, the old hen in Mama Lin's house has a brood of chicks, hurry up early tomorrow, let's pick a few to raise..."

Uncle Xiang is still awake and is weaving bamboo baskets, his fingers are very nimble.

Although he is getting old, he is not idle. He usually keeps the yard in good order, and occasionally makes some bamboo products to sell.

"it is good."

"I'll boil the water, the young master will wait for a while."

Uncle Xiang swiftly stuffed the scraps left over from cutting the bamboo into the stove, made wood chips to ignite the fire, and soon bright flames sprang up in the stove.

"Is the young master full? If you are not full, put an egg in the water and it will be cooked soon."

"I'm full, the boss treats guests to dinner at Ruiyuan Building tonight."

"Okay... The boss is really kind, young master, please calm down and learn more skills. When the vegetables in our yard are ready, give some to the boss."

"it is good."

The water was still boiling on the stove, Si Qingyan sat next to Uncle Xiang, took over his unfinished bamboo basket, and continued to weave.

"If the boss treats the young master badly, let's come back and think of other ways. Although Uncle Xiang is old, he still has hands, so he won't let the young master starve to death." Uncle Xiang's thin fingers moved quickly, and he quickly made a piece of paper. Small bamboo basket.

"This bamboo basket is filled with flowers, it is very beautiful, once it is placed at the entrance of the dance hall, it will be sold out in no time."

"Don't be tired, the money is still enough." Si Qingyan's tone was very gentle.

"My body is strong, not much worse than a young man..."

Uncle Xiang's hands were covered with thick calluses, and some tiny bamboo thorns couldn't get in.

During the interval between boiling water, Si Qingyan learned how to weave bamboo baskets for a while, and it didn't take long for her to make a decent weave.

Uncle Xiang originally thought it was not good for the young master to learn this, but then he thought that the world is unpredictable, no matter what to learn, it is always good to learn.

How many young masters and misses in this world who are rich and precious are turned into prisoners, birds in cages, and it is difficult to even eat.Only by being able to stand up on your own can you have a chance to save your life in this troubled world.

After washing, Si Qingyan dried her dripping hair, feeling a little thankful that the original owner didn't like braids.

Uncle Xiang has already fallen asleep, and the courtyard is very quiet, occasionally the cicadas and frogs can be heard in the distance.There were many mosquito-repellent plants planted under the window, and there were not many mosquitoes in the room. In addition to the string of sandalwood beads with aura, no mosquito dared to bite Si Qingyan.

How should we plan for the future?

Insufficient financial resources, barely get by.

Insufficient force, barely self-defense.

An empty mind is full of knowledge, which cannot be transformed into power.

If you want to make up for the lack of processes in the middle, you need financial resources and force.

In today's situation where all aspects of materials are extremely poor, it will take several years just to study some simple equipment, let alone directly produce giant weapons...

Moreover, there is no money in hand.

How many people in China are studying uranium ore now... How many people have heard of it?There are no instruments to detect the composition of the ore.Si Qingyan's heart turned black when she thought that in the future, she might go to beating countless stones in search of uranium ore.

Domestic literature has developed, and can even be called thriving, but in physics, talents are very scarce.

If you want to do something, you can't do it overnight.

It's useless to be anxious.

Si Qingyan originally wrote a series of formulas on a piece of paper, but finally crumpled them into a ball, unrolled them and uncovered the lampshade, and waited for it to burn to ashes before calming down.

He flipped through the books piled on the desk case again, and found a blank book.

It turned out to be a vacation assignment.

Only the name is written on the title page.

Unexpectedly, students in this era also need to do homework during the holidays...

Si Qingyan's mood improved a lot in an instant, and she picked up a pen to write a few pages. The light was too dim, and the flames flickered from time to time, which dazzled her eyes.He resisted the desire to write a few more lines and put away his homework.

It would be too miserable to become short-sighted like Mr. Wen.

You can take your homework to Zhenbao Pavilion tomorrow to write, and you can also take some notes by the way, anyway, there is no business in Zhenbao Pavilion.