The Memoirs of Jianxin

I stretched out and came out of the room, and found that everyone was there. Yang Chan greeted me to eat when she saw me, and even brought the bowls and chopsticks for me.

"Sister Cunxin, come to eat"

I was sitting next to Fox Girl, next to Master Yuding, and when Master Yuding saw me, he winked in front of me, "The third princess slept well."

"Fresh and refreshed" I replied with a smile, but I felt that the expression of the real Yuding was very meaningful. It seemed that the second and third brothers who were out of tune in my impression would also have this expression. The eldest brother called this [Only men understand expressions]

Although I slept all afternoon, I can't make up for the sleepless energy of days and nights in a short while, and my head is a little dizzy, my waist is sore and my back hurts, and the bed is too hard.

Looking at Yang Jian who was in the main seat, he said earnestly, "Yang Jian, I found that you are a little careless as a brother. The bed in Yang Chan's room is too hard, and it hurts my bones." I pointed at Yang Chan solemnly, "Your third sister But delicate girls, this is not acceptable.”

"Sister Cun Xin, actually..." Yang Chan seemed to want to say something but was interrupted.

"Third sister, Cun Xin is right, I was negligent, you can go get a new set of bedding later."

Nezha on the side suddenly laughed, while Miss Hu suddenly lowered her head and speeded up her meal. Daoist Yuding looked like she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Yang Chan hesitated to speak, and I looked at them in a daze.

By the way, Yang Chan's room is too simple, there is almost nothing except books. If you really want to be the daughter of Princess Yaoji, the room doesn't have any girlish atmosphere.I bit my chopsticks and thought.

After dinner, I took the initiative to help Yang Chan wash the dishes. After all, I dove into the magpie's nest and occupied other people's rooms, and I have no resistance to this kind of girl who is a good wife and mother. Let's chat.

"Yang Chan, I found your room is too simple, why don't you put some girls' things?"

Yang Chan paused, "This is pretty good."

A big scene flashed in my mind, could it be that the decorations in the room were arranged by Princess Yaoji...

"Third Princess, why is your face so red?"

I touched my forehead with wet hands, it seemed a little hot, I shook my head vigorously, my eyes seemed a little blurry.Suddenly his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I found that I had a wet towel on my forehead, and the fever had subsided. Even the moon was setting outside the window. What time is it now.

I was so stupid that I didn't even notice the fever.

Looking at the furnishings of the room, I knew that I was bothering Yang Chan again, I rubbed my head a little embarrassed, and slept for a while.I wanted to go out for a walk, but found that the light was still on in the living room. I walked over and saw Yang Jian who was modifying the topographic map. It seemed that he had been modifying the topographic map after eating, although I had already marked the general outline. , but the topographic map is too long, so he can only revise it non-stop, so that the navy can avoid detours and manage the weak water as soon as possible.

The wick of the oil lamp next to him was about to burn out, and the dim light shone on most of his face. Seeing him frowning sometimes, sometimes pensively, I watched quietly at the corner, maybe my eyes were too hot, He stopped writing and looked in my direction.

"Inches of heart?"

"I, I, I" I was at a loss and wanted to say something, and then I was defeated by his soothing and gentle eyes, I chuckled and said, "I'll help"

I changed the wick, sat not far from him, looked at him with my head propped up, and he lowered his head again to revise the drawing, "Why don't you continue to rest?"

"I've been sleeping all day, and if I sleep any longer I'll become a pig." I pouted, and then pointed to a place he had marked with red ink, "There is a river here. If it is widened, it can save nearly a hundred miles of water." What about the distance?"

He lifted his pen and looked up at me, and I said triumphantly, "Why don't you believe it, this is a tributary of my West Sea, no one knows better than me."

He lowered his head and smiled, "Then trouble the third princess."

"No trouble no trouble"

At that time, I said in my heart, I wish you would trouble me for the rest of my life. The oil lamp crackled and exploded under the lampshade, and I had nothing to say all night, only the nib of the pen dipped in ink and the sound of small breathing.

The crackling of the oil lamp brought my thoughts back. I looked at the paper on the table and couldn't help feeling a little proud. I had written so much of my memoirs. I put the written paper in the drawer and couldn't help stretching Waist, another night of writing.

Huh, I let out a bad breath, walked out of the room and leaned against the door, suddenly looking forward to the child coming back to see me, it seems that this empty-nest divorced old man is too lonely.

"master!"

I turned around and wondered if I was hallucinating. The original smile suddenly froze on my face. I was lonely and wanted to be lively, but I didn't let you bring so many little tails back.

I took a deep breath, Long Jue, die to my old lady.

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Brother Long Jue came out hahahaha or

Well, no one knows him_(:з」∠)_