He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The courtyard of the Su family is not big. Under the eaves is a vat of lotus leaves. The rainwater drips down the tiles and ripples on the clear water.Su Jiu, who was dressed in blue robes, was sitting on the threshold with her round face in her hands, beside a handsome young man who talked a lot and densely.

Wen Daocun is the youngest son of Wen Zhanming, the eldest son of the Wen family. He is an acquaintance and crazy person that Su Ruoyuan met in the Wen clan school.This kid looks like a man, and his mind is jumping, and he is dedicated to making his father bald.But people always have something to be afraid of. What the devil Wen fears the most is that Uncle Qi who sees his nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes. Sometimes he has nightmares at night because Wen Zhanhe scolded him bloody in the ancestral hall. The scene shows the depth of the shadow.

Recently, I heard that Uncle Seven was beaten to death by a teacher, and Wen Daocun's ghost thoughts became active in an instant, and he couldn't wait to see the true face of the legendary "Brother Hun" in Lushan.No, he came to Su's house alone in the heavy rain without even holding an umbrella.

Aunt Li heard that he claimed to be Su Ruoyuan's classmate, so she let him in, and went to the kitchen to cook ginger soup, completely oblivious to Wen Daocun's stupid look when he saw Su Jiu.

The thick-skinned and thoughtful Big Demon Wen didn't expect that he would make such a mistake. "Brother Wen" didn't see it, but first saw a cute little girl like a green plum, and fell into the quagmire of love with a slap.

Many years later, Wen Daocun has reached a high position, and he still looks cheap and shameless. Recalling the most wise decision in half his life, it was the rainy season when he was 14 years old. He braved the heavy rain and was wet like a drowned chicken. Sitting on the threshold, Su Jiu looked forward to it, looking through the autumn water.

He Xichen over there stepped into the house with an oil-paper umbrella, coughed heavily, and Su Jiu ran to him with a happy smile and called, "Daddy."

"Hey! Isn't this my cousin?!" Wen Daocun looked surprised.

He Yuelan is a distant relative of the Wen family who has more than a dozen cousins. If she really wants to be ranked, she can also be called "cousin, cousin and nephew".

Su Ruoyuan took his younger sister's little hand, and immediately frowned in dissatisfaction when he heard these words, before he heard He Xichen say: "Don't dare to be, dare not be, I have never met the young master, I don't know who you are? He pretended to be sincere and fearful, choking the shameless Wen Daocun.

He Xichen has always been kind to others, and he will give face to those who can save face, so as to save trouble, but this does not mean that he is afraid of trouble.He Xichen is a little lazy, but if he really angered him, the emperor's father's face will not be worth it!Nowadays, it is only a little interest in life to teach the frivolous juniors a casual lesson.

"Junior Wen Daocun, Hushan Layman is my seventh uncle. I came here this time because I missed Brother Ruoyuan!" Wen Daocun dared not say that he came to find out about Su Changqing's details, so it's okay to say so?That's the future father-in-law!

Su Ruoyuan sneered a few times, and said: "Wen Daocun, you and I are just casual acquaintances. You go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, and you pester my family, Ajiu, and beat snakes and sticks. What kind of relatives do you carelessly?" He had seen Wen Daocun's ability to dislike dogs when he was studying the clan.

The silly son's mouth is straight and poisonous.

He Xichen thought inappropriately, but this little idiot is indeed slick, Meng Lang is a little bit more!With a smile, he pretended to stop Su Ruoyuan in front of him: "Since the young master has come to visit, you might as well speak frankly. Hushan layman is an upright man, why is the younger generation in the family so vague?" He glanced at Wen Daocun with a half-smile.

Wen Dao Cun felt inexplicably shivering, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, he bit the tip of his tongue, straightened his posture, and honestly performed a salute: "Don't blame Shishu!" When he was serious, he could see Wen Zhanhe's half-clear appearance.

"Dao Cun was rude just now! The elders in the family have often mentioned you recently, so they wanted to come...to see you." He couldn't help being annoyed, how could he have the confidence to fool a character that even Uncle Qi couldn't handle.

"Mr. Xiucai is back! And Master Ruoyuan!" Aunt Li appeared at the door of the kitchen with a loud voice, holding a pot of ginger soup in her hand, saving Wen Dao from the fire and water.He breathed a sigh of relief, sneaked up to look up, and collided with He Xichen's playful eyes, and the hair that had just been subdued exploded again.

"Go ahead." He Xichen said lightly.

There is a copper pot on the small red clay stove, and the boiling water is boiling and white mist is coming out of the curved mouth.He Xichen skillfully ironed the purple sand tea set, took a spoonful of tea leaves, rinsed them with water, then folded his wide sleeves with one hand, and poured four cups from the teapot with the other.The whole process is smooth and flowing, revealing the beauty of leisurely clouds and wild cranes under the mist.

"Please."

Wen Daocun came back to his senses suddenly, and finally removed his eyeballs from those slender and bony hands.

"Thank you, uncle."

The tea is not very good, but the Yishijingzi Shiji, the three indifferent beauties, and the lotus leaves in the plum rain outside the window made Wen Daocun, who is used to good things, dazed for a while.

"Should Young Master Wen take the children's test next year?" He Xichen asked leisurely.

"Yes, that's what my father meant." The only thing Wen Daocun didn't need to worry about was his studies. He had a dull head and sometimes made shocking remarks, but Wen Zhanhe felt that his sword was going too far, which was out of date.

"Daddy, I too—" Su Ruoyuan couldn't help leaning out, his eyes were eager to try.

Gently putting down the teacup, He Xichen replied casually: "Go if you want." The scientific examination is not easy, and he didn't expect Su Ruoyuan to come back after the examination, but Su Ruoyuan is a student who cares about the world, so there is no accident I still want to pass the imperial examination to enter the officialdom to gain fame.

Su Jiu sat at the side, and looked at He Xichen with bright eyes when she heard the words.He Xichen chuckled, and gave her a flick of the forehead: "Don't even think about it." Su Jiu pursed her lips, and turned to the side unhappily.

This era is not so demanding on women, and He Xichen is also informal. Su Jiu will listen to what Su Ruoyuan learns at home, and sometimes he will take the two of them to the streets to experience the various aspects of life.

It is always more difficult for a woman to walk in the world than a man. He has no intention of cultivating Su Jiu into a talented woman. He just hopes that in her future life, her eyes will not be limited to the house, and she will be happy or sad for her husband's favor all day long; Time can relieve the mind and calmly deal with the thorns everywhere.An independent personality is the gift that He Xichen most wants to give to Su Jiu.

An hour before dinner, Wen Daocun actually spent the entire time in the study of Su's family. At first, he was drinking tea quietly, and then He Xichen acted as if no one was there to guide Su Ruoyuan to the points that Su Ruoyuan didn't understand during his "discussion" today.Su Jiu expresses some opinions from time to time, although she is young, she is quite insightful.This family seems to regard Wen Daocun as a transparent person.

Wen Daocun is not a person who is willing to be lonely, so he found a gap and joined the conversation.This hearty discussion is like the guidance of the seniors and the meeting between the peers.Before leaving, the unprovoked uncle handed him an oil-paper umbrella, and said meaningfully: "As for scholars, it is better to make friends through literature in the future."

Is this a warning in disguise?

Wen Daocun was sent out the door in a daze, looking at the closed door, suddenly depressed that the business was still unfinished.Glancing at the apricot-yellow oil-paper umbrella in his hand, he rubbed his nose and said to himself: "If there is any loan, please pay it back." He was happy again, humming a little tune with his hands behind his back, and walked into the alley.

He Xichen soon realized the perseverance of the Wen family.There was a Wen Zhanhe in the school who tirelessly wanted to compete with him, and when he returned home, there was another annoying Wen Daocun, with big innocent eyes shining, calling Uncle Shi and asking questions pertinently.

"Wen Duanji doesn't care about you? After all, you are also his nephew." He Xichen asked suspiciously, he wouldn't ignore this stalker who is quite eager to learn because of the slight dissatisfaction when they first met.

"Oh, Uncle Seven and I can't continue talking!" Wen Daocun shivered as if thinking of some terrifying scene.

He Xichen glanced at Su Ruoyuan who was bowing his head and practicing calligraphy, and thought that it would be nice if he could find a companion for his son.

"Forget it, then come on."

Su Ruoyuan, who didn't want to have another company at all, secretly gouged out Wen Daocun's eyes—this guy not only coveted his sister, but also robbed him of his father, it's simply hateful!

Time passed in front of the mottled old city gate, thin shirts were replaced with cotton jackets, willows withered and plum blossoms were proud.

On New Year's Eve, the three members of the Su family had a reunion dinner, He Xichen wrapped a lucky money for the two children, before returning to the stove, Wen Zhanhe braved the wind and snow, carrying a jug of wine, and came to visit without saying hello .

"drink?"

"drink."

It was rare for the two of them to get along so peacefully, and it was probably He Xichen who teased Wen Zhanhe, who was so annoyed that he left in a huff.Now the two of them are holding a stove, drinking mellow wine, talking a few words from time to time, they can be regarded as the friendship of gentlemen.

As soon as the north wind blows, He Xichen's body can't take it anymore, he coughs non-stop in winter, his thin face is flushed sickly, even though he wanted to drink with Wen Zhanhe, he only took a few sips.

Wen Zhanhe followed He Xichen's gaze and looked out the door. Su Ruoyuan led Su Jiu to practice calligraphy on the ground covered with a thin layer of snow. The two children's noses were red from the cold, but they never tired of it.

Su Changqing's body has been plagued by serious illnesses over the years. Coupled with the undetermined reincarnation, He Xichen can't guarantee that when he leaves, the two children will have grown up.Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, he suddenly felt a little sentimental: "Tell me, how long is a person's life?"

Wen Zhanhe's fingers moved slightly, his eyelids were half closed, and he seemed to be mocking: "Do you still want to live the same life as the sky?"

However, He Xichen touched his chin seriously: "It's not impossible." Instantly broke the heavy atmosphere created before.

The courtyard was as quiet as before, but suddenly a familiar voice sounded: "Sister Xiaojiu! Mr. Su! Brother Ruoyuan!" The snow on the wall moved and landed on the black mud. Wen Daocun lay on the wall and turned to the brothers and sisters waving.

"You brat!" Wen Zhanhe shouted angrily first, and leaned forward worriedly.

"Children." He Xichen didn't care much, and shouted, "Ajiu Ruoyuan, let's play with Dao Cun."

He was in a good mood watching the three children jokingly ran outside the wall, and said casually, "Two children will have to take the test in two months."

Wen Zhanhe suppressed his anger, fell back, and the rocking chair shook: "What? Are you scared?"

"Ha, I'm still afraid of your little nephew, my family Ruoyuan, needless to say, No. 1 is all right!" He Xichen bragged without drafting at all.

"Would you like to take a gamble?" Wen Zhanhe rolled his eyes at him angrily, but rarely lost his temper.

"What are you betting on?" He Xichen raised his eyelids with interest.

"Just bet on the ranking of the two, you decide the bet!"

"If you lose, you have to write in your articles in the future, "I am not talented, I am willing to gamble and admit defeat, and I am not as good as Heyang Su Chengyou."Of course, I am the same, when the time comes, I must respectfully write "someone is not as warm as Heyang", how about it? He Xichen jokingly looked at Layman Hushan, whose face was cloudy across the stove.

"It's a deal!" Wen Zhanhe raised his right hand with a dark face.

"Hehe." He Xichen laughed lowly, "It's a deal!" He stretched out his slender palm lazily, and high-fives resounded in the air.

Wen Zhanhe stared deeply at the palms he held emptyly, turned his wrists, and hugged the stove to keep warm as if nothing had happened.

It's so cool.

Wisps of white air are floating on the cold river like the morning sun.