Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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He really envied the scenes of the red-sleeved nights that he once dreamed of when he was studying in the past life. So he used to think hard before, and he wrote with him for a long time, sniffing the incense in the house, the body of the daughter is incense, the pen tip is soft and The paper is light and smooth, enjoying the wonderful sense of tranquility.

But if I think that my own book-writing is passed out, I am afraid that I will bring a lot of unnecessary troubles to myself, so he decided to write it quietly by himself.

Fan Xian always feels that he must prepare for future Kyoto life in advance, both materially and spiritually. The long essays like the Dream of Red Mansions are impossible to break out of a banquet like a plagiarism, so they must be prepared in advance.

I don't know why, he always feels that his future life will definitely not be related to the center of the country, the distant Kyoto. Maybe it is the biological father of the high court official. Maybe it is the yellow-haired girl in the impression, maybe he has not seen it. One side, but always a curious mother.

He thought about it, and after writing down the pen, he wrote the things that can't be said by Li Baoyu and Qin Zhonger. After the ink was dry, he put it in an envelope and prepared to send it to Fan Ruoruo in Kyoto.

In the residence of Zhangzhou Port, Fan Xian did not keep a draft, and the previous one was to write an article, and then sent an article to Kyoto. Because it is really difficult for him to suppress the kind of love that he wants to share with the world's people, just like someone owns the most beautiful jade in the world that has never been seen before. I have been hiding in the bed for many years, and my heart will definitely itch and die. I always want to let the whole world be a person - no, there should be at least one person who knows the beauty of this jade.

A collector who collects famous paintings for a lifetime without being shown, if not a pervert, is a thief who steals the painting.

Fan Xian knows that he is definitely not a pervert. Although he is indeed a thief, it is wonderful that no one in this world knows.

Therefore, Fan Xiu completely ignored the age of Fan Ruo Ruo, and sent her to her by month. Then she told her that this story is called Stone Record. It was written by a person named Cao Xueqin. She happened to meet each other and came from him every month. Get some manuscripts, share with your sister, how to cloud...

Although in the fifteenth chapter of the Dream of Red Mansions, there are still paragraphs such as Qin Keqing’s dream of Baoyu and Baoyu’s initial test, but Fan Xianli’s decision that Xiaotoutou should not look at it under his own years of letters Become a flood of beasts, and do not regard this brother as a sinister.

Sure enough, Fan Ruo Ruo got the Cao Gong text, ignorantly read it, and regarded it as a peony chewing, but it also slowly tasted a little taste, especially after seeing Yu Yu into the government, he began to feel good, every month must The letter urged my brother to ask for more from Cao Gong.

When Fan Xian received the letter, the heart could not help but feel depressed. I thought that this manuscript was gone. It is impossible to update the nature too quickly. When I copy the seventy-eighth chapter in the future, I still have to drop the eunuch.

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After completing the business of copying the text today, Fan Xian began to look at the book as usual. There are many miscellaneous books in his study, all sent by the Earl of Kyoto. Whenever he thinks about this, his impression of the father he never met will always change. At least the other person knows one person. What is most important in the process of growing up.

In a country where there is no av and no pit, Fan is used to dismiss the boring career. In addition to being obsessed with the body every day, the fans are blushing and shameless, and they only read the miscellaneous books in the study.

The contents of the books cover a wide range of subjects, from farming to the law of the country, all of which are packaged, and some of the world's scriptures are filled with bricks like a brick book.

This bookcase is made by Fan Xian according to his own style. The style is very simple. Each layer contains the thyme produced in Yaozhou. This kind of grass can prevent mites from eroding books. It is only in this world that few people know. Therefore, it is only used as a general spice in Beppu.

After reading these years of books, Fan Xian discovered many of the shadows he had learned in his previous life from the scriptures, but there was a slight difference in the way he expressed them. This understanding made him plagiarize the sons of Han Feizi’s sons and grandchildren. The thought of a generation of academics.

No matter which aspect of the study, including the identification of drugs, including practice, including reading, Fan Xian is very serious, with the calm and hard work that does not meet his current age, is constantly accumulating. Because he understands that he doesn’t have much more than the people around him. He hasn’t come to a perfect world with an average IQ of fifty. The advantages he can have are just a little bit of knowledge from the Earth’s society. It is the initial moment of awakening much earlier than the general child's enlightenment.

There was a soft bang in the oil lamp, and a small group of lanterns was suddenly found. It suddenly became a little brighter. Fan Fan read the book and gradually fell asleep.

Woke up in the morning on the second day, after the washing was finished, Fan Xian went to the old lady's bedroom to ask for safety, and then went to the hall to use breakfast. Since the assassin's incident, Fan Xian looked at Grandma's gaze again, and it was very different from before. In addition to insisting on many years of morning lunch, I would often talk to my grandmother's grandmother about some common words. Tell a few small paragraphs to make the elderly happy.

"I heard that one day, His Majesty the Emperor called the Prime Minister, the Consul General of the Presbyterian Church, the Dean of the Supervisory Academy, the head of the **** in the palace, and a group of high officials to discuss the country in the hall. As a result, the meteor fell on the day, a meteorite flew from the sky. Down, smashed the top of the temple, and all the ministers who were squatting down were all squatting. His majesty quickly summoned the doctor to come to the hospital and waited outside the ward. After a while, the doctor came out and asked: Taiyi Is there still a rescue for the prime minister? The doctors shook their heads in vain: the prime minister was not saved."

In front of Duanzi, the old lady was solitary. She didn't know why the children talked about things in Kyoto. The sinister things in these powers, the old lady didn't know how much she had experienced, so she always been cautious.

"Your next question asked: What is the consul minister? The doctor shook his head in frustration: oh...has not saved. His Majesty asked: Hong Gonggong? The doctor still shook his head. He was furious and yelled: Who is still in the end? There is a rescue? The spirit of the medical doctor has been shaken up and said: Your husband is saved, and the country is saved!"

When I heard the last sentence, the old lady suddenly woke up, and the smile trembled, and the tears almost smiled. Pointing at Fan’s innocent face, he smiled and said: “You are a small squirrel, if you are in Kyoto, This joke, you have to be caught by the supervision."

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