The little man on the apex

Early in the morning, with cooking smoke floating in the kitchen, Yuan Xi went to the yard to wash his face, and then he was fully awake. When he lowered his head, he saw several red marks on his chest, and rushed to show Yan Heyi with a fuss.

"Brother, why is it still itchy? It's all your fault."

Yan Heyi smiled guiltyly, leaned over to kiss those red marks, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Why do you look like you were bitten by a mosquito?"

"But no bag, brother."

"Look, there is a small red dot in the middle, it should be bitten by a mosquito, I just said, I move very lightly."

Yan Heyi held Yuan Xi in her arms, and gently scratched those red marks for him: "Is this better?"

Yuan Xi frowned slightly, and said pitifully: "It's okay if you don't scratch it, but it will itch even more if you scratch it."

Yan Heyi went to the door to pick a few mint leaves, mashed them up, and applied them to the place where Yuanxi had been bitten by mosquitoes.

This is a good idea, and it will be relieved immediately after applying it.

Yan Heyi carefully checked Yuan Xi's body again, and found reddish marks of mosquito bites on his forearms, shoulders and thighs.

After Yuan Xi was bitten by a mosquito, the blisters were not obvious, but there was a small patch of redness, and there was a very itchy red spot in the middle.

It's so hot, usually in the middle of the night, Yuan Xi would kick off the quilt on his side in a daze in his sleep. Yan Heyi touched the thin sweat on his body, fearing that he would catch a cold, so he put the quilt back on.

After going back and forth like this for a few times, Yan Heyi simply sat up and fanned Yuanxi with a cattail fan, which allowed him to sleep peacefully all night.

Yuan Xi felt uncomfortably itchy, and felt rather annoyed: "Why don't the mosquitoes bite you?"

Yan Heyi leaned close to Yuanxi and took a deep sniff: "Maybe... Our Yuanxi is sweeter. If I were a mosquito, I would only bite a little brother like you who has delicate skin and tender flesh."

Yuan Xi blew on the mosquito pack covered with mint on his forearm, the cool feeling could temporarily relieve the itching, then he glanced at Yan Heyi resentfully: "Which brother do you want to bite?"

Following Yuan Xi's example, Yan Heyi blew on the mosquito bag on his thigh, and replied politely: "I don't want to, I only bite you once in this life."

Yuan Xi stood up reluctantly, and then asked: "Then...if any other little brother takes a fancy to you, would he come to bite you?"

Yan Heyi said with a serious face: "Then I will tell him, "My husband is jealous and tough. If he is found out, he will definitely scratch me all over the face. I really don't dare!"

"Yan Heyi! Who is jealous? Who is tough?"

Yuan Xi grabbed Yan Heyi's wrist, leaving a row of tooth marks on it.

Yan Heyi clutched her wrist: "I'm jealous, I'm tough, please forgive me, my lady."

"Who is the lady?"

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There was no class in the private school today, and it was agreed that they would go to the town to help Zhao Jing clean up the shop. The two laughed and quarreled for a while, until the sun was high, then they closed the door and set off.

Zhao Jing's master had a carpenter's shop in the town. He was old and opened a new shop in his hometown, but he couldn't manage it, so he transferred it to Zhao Jing at a low price.

Zhao Jing has all the tools there, and it only needs to be cleaned up before opening. There is still a new plaque in the store, so Zhao Jing invited Yan Heyi to help.

This shop is not too big, and once a few pieces of wood and finished products are placed, it will be full to the brim, but the location is good, and with the reputation accumulated by the teacher and father, it is not too difficult to open.

When Yan Heyi and Yuan Xi arrived, Zhao Jing was moving tables in the store, and Zhou Ziyu was sweeping dust beside him with a feather duster.

Zhao Jing has already prepared his pen and ink: "Mr. Yan, please write the words "Xiaojing Carpentry". "

Yan Heyi handed the brush to Yuan Xi: "Let Yuan Xi come, his handwriting is better than mine."

After hearing this, the people present didn't quite believe it, but seeing Yan Heyi's seriousness, they also looked forward to it dubiously.

After writing a few words, Zhao Jing and Zhou Ziyu believed Yan Heyi's words completely. Although they didn't know much about these words, they could still tell whether the words were good or not.

In the afternoon, after eating together, the shop was almost cleaned up, so Yan Heyi and Yuan Xi sat at a table in the corner drinking tea and talking, while Zhao Jing and Zhou Ziyu counted the pile of strange tools at the door.

Just as they were talking, a person came into the shop, dressed in silk, he was Jia Yuanwai who bought the calligraphy and painting of Yan Heyi and Yuanxi earlier.

Jia Yuanwai held a snack wrapped in red paper in his hand, and smiled as soon as he entered the door: "Congratulations on the reopening of the shop, Xiaojing, you have to do a good job."

Zhao Jing was an apprentice in the town before, and after seeing him a few times, he didn't dare to neglect him, so he hurriedly poured tea for him.

Jia Yuanwai took a sip of tea, still with a smile on his face: "I have a good friendship with your master. A few days ago, the old man wrote a special letter, asking me to take care of you for a while. If there is anything in the future, just come Find me."

Zhao Jing thanked Jia Yuanwai again.

Yuan Xi felt that when Jia Yuanwai was speaking, he seemed to always glance at him from the corner of the eye, which made him a little uncomfortable, so he moved towards Yan Heyi.

Jia Yuanwai said again: "My kid really likes to play with these gadgets, please ask Master Xiaojing to make some, and the wages will be doubled for me."

Zhao Jing shook his head hastily: "Mr. Jia, where can I do this? Don't worry, you won't ask for more money, and the work will not be sloppy."

After the gift was delivered and the work was done, Jia Yuanwai looked around again and saw the newly made plaque, as if he had found something good, he rubbed it lightly with his fingertips: "This The words... Let me see, could it be Mr. Ye's handwriting?"

"No, no, it doesn't look like it when you look closely. This... I remembered, it seems to be written by a young gentleman, who is not very old, and there is such a long gray silk cloth tied in his hair, right?"

Zhao Jing saw that Jia Yuanwai and Yuan Xi knew each other, so he pointed inward: "Yuanwai has good eyesight, he is a young young master, right there."

Jia Yuanwai seemed to have just realized that there were two other people inside, so he hurried over and cupped his hands: "My lord, Jia Sheng, is a businessman, please tell me your name?"

Only then did Yuan Xi recognize him: "My name is Jiang Yuanxi, and you were the one who bought the painting last time?"

Jia Yuanwai was overjoyed, and he kept praising: "Exactly, I couldn't move when I saw the young master's handwriting that day. Fortunately, I didn't miss it. After I bought it home, I took this painting Hang it by the bed, admire it day and night, and often sigh that there are such good words in the world."

"The word "Xiaogongzi" is really special. It is somewhat similar to Mr. Ye from the Northern Kingdom, but more clever. It is really rare."

Yuan Xi heard this Jia Yuanwai mention Mr. Ye several times, and even began to suspect that this person and Mr. Ye might have had something in the past.

Jia Yuanwai straightened his collar, and bowed to Yuan Xi squarely: "The last time I saw you, the young master's shocking appearance remained in my heart, and I will never forget it, but it's a pity that I was too hasty , I even forgot to ask for my name.”

"Afterwards, I searched the street a few times, but I didn't see the young master. Fortunately, God has treated me well, so I can meet the young master again today."

Yuan Xi thought to himself: Are all rich people so exaggerated?

Only then did Jia Yuanwai remember that there was Yan Heyi next to him, and he said: "Of course, that painting is also very good. Mr. Yan is a master of calligraphy and painting. I have collected several copies before, but if it is compared with the young master, I will forgive you." Frankly speaking, the young master is still slightly better."

Yuan Xi answered in a hurry: "Brother is good at painting, I am good at writing, both of them have their own strengths."

Upon hearing this, Jia Yuanwai asked in a low voice, "Brother? Who are you two?"

Yuan Xi leaned against Yan Heyi, and said with crooked eyes, "We're getting married soon."

Jia Yuanwai said in a low voice, "That means...haven't gotten married yet?"

After only a moment, the smile from just now resumed: "You two are indeed a good match, so congratulations."

He took off a jade pendant from his waist, and handed it over with both hands: "I have a jade pendant here, and it's not worth much, so give it to the young master."

Yuan Xi recognized this jade, but it was not "worthless" as Jia Yuanwai said.

He waved his hand, and said quite decently: "Thank you Jia Yuanwai for your kindness, I won't accept the things, and I don't know what kind of jade, so I'm afraid it will spoil the good things if I put them here."

Jia Yuanwai didn't insist on giving it any more, after putting away the jade pendant, he said a few polite words and left.

After leaving Zhao Jing's shop, the sun was still high, so Yan Heyi took Yuan Xi to the river to pick some lotus pods, and sat by the bridge to peel them and feed them to him.

The lotus seeds are sweet, and as long as the lotus heart is removed, there will be no trace of bitterness.

At this time, a woman came from the other side of the bridge, Yuan Xi recognized it at a glance, and waved her hands vigorously: "Sister Ying——"

Chang Ying happened to be free, so she sat down by the bridge with the two and peeled lotus seeds to eat together.

Seeing Yan Heyi peeling a lotus seed to feed Yuanxi, Chang Ying joked with a smile: "Oh, I can't see such a scene, my teeth are about to fall."

Yuan Xi was a little embarrassed: "Sister Chang has someone in mind?"

Chang Ying nodded: "I just got married a few days ago."

"What kind of person?"

"His surname is Zhou, and he works as a policeman in the Yamen."

As soon as Chang Ying raised her head, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she pointed towards the distance: "Look, he's here."

It was a sturdy man with broad shoulders, and he was even more handsome in an official uniform.

Chang Ying waved at the man: "Third brother!"

"This is Xiao Yuanxi and Mr. Yan that I mentioned to you."

The man's complexion was slightly dark, and his smile was like sunlight shining on his face: "Yuanxi is much more handsome than what Yingzi said. My name is Zhou Hongxi, Mr. Yan, we met before."

Yan Heyi bowed to him: "Yes, I remember, you are the third son of Master Zhou's family."

Chang Ying took Zhou Hongxi's arm: "Sit down quickly, the two of them peeled lotus seeds for each other just now, I can only watch, fortunately you are here."

Then, she raised her chin at Yuan Xi again: "Yuan Xi, we are getting married soon, look, isn't it worse than your Mr. Yan?"

Yuan Xi made a grimace and didn't answer her.

Zhou Hongxi peeled a lotus seed and was hesitating when Chang Ying grabbed his hand and put the lotus seed into his mouth: "Ah—thank you third brother."

Yuan Xi opened his mouth to Yan Heyi: "Brother, I want it too."

Yan Heyi tapped his eyebrows lightly: "Okay, you have eaten three plants, and you will get angry if you eat any more."

Chang Ying fed another lotus seed to Zhou Chengxi, raised her eyebrows at Yuan Xi: "Little Yuan Xi, look."

Zhou Chengxi smiled and patted the back of Chang Ying's head: "Okay, the two children are three years old together?"

Chang Ying raised her feet: "I'm three and a half years old, third brother."

Yuan Xi stuck out his tongue at Chang Ying: "Then I'm four years old, a little—"

Zhou Chengxi's eyes were full of pampering: "I really don't grow up."

"Mr. Yan, would you like to go fishing with me? Make fish soup for the two children."

Yan Heyi nodded: "I am extremely happy."

Yuan Xi seized another opportunity to boast: "Sister Chang, my brother's cooking is delicious."

Chang Ying didn't show weakness: "My third brother can do it too, maybe even better than Mr. Yan."