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Mrs. Ye was extremely proud when she thought of this, "Isn't it true? Dr. Sun has already said that our Sister Lu Yu has studied medicine correctly, but her brain is not as good as hers."

Both of them were talking here. Even Wen Yu's unhappiness just now was wiped away as they talked.

On the hilltop where Mr. Bai lived, Lian Wenyu was staring at Mr. Bai.

"Did you pick it up?" He pointed at the child behind Lian Wenyu. He was only a little older and taller than Lian Wenyu, but he was so pitifully thin that he looked like a handful of bones.

"Yes," Lian Wenyu spat out one word clearly.

Bai Lao walked over and looked at the child in front of him from head to feet, then from feet to head, and then touched the child's shoulder full of bones. It was interesting. He stroked his white beard and said, "Xiao Yu'er, he and

Lian Wenyu was thinking about giving this to the master. You see how bored the master is here. There just happens to be someone to keep him company. Do you like it?"

Lian Wenyu frowned. It was obviously not a good thing for the old man to use such a tone.

She is not a bad person, and she will not just pick up someone on the street. These days, the world is not peaceful, and it is a famine year. Many disaster victims have poured into the capital. Those who really can't survive, just sell them.

Woman, when she walked to the street, there were rows of people selling them. The reason why she picked him up was just because he was kneeling there without saying a word. Although his clothes were ragged, his eyes were always firm and firm.

She didn't know what he was insisting on. She liked this kind of person, so she picked him up.

"Are you willing? My master is very strange," she turned her face sideways and asked the child who was still in a mess.

"Yes," he replied without even thinking. "Yes," Lian Wenyu tapped his chin gently, "My master has a very strange temperament, are you sure?"

"Yes," the child nodded again, "I like it here," he said in a confused tone, his eyes looking through everything in front of him, as if he was looking at something, and in his eyes, Lian Wenyu saw a kind of hatred,

A deep hatred.

She walked over, raised her face, and stared at his still childish face. He should not be much younger than her uncle. "Believe me," she said, "there is nothing more terrifying than hatred in this matter.

There is nothing more painful than resentment. God allows you to live as a mercy to you. Don't let your life go in vain."

Bai Lao patted Lian Wen Yu on the shoulder and said, "Look at how profound my disciple's words are."

"Little girl, you should learn from it. She is even younger than you."

The little girl, Lian Wenyu blinked, and then pointed at the gender-neutral child in front of her, "Is she a girl?"

"Yes," Bai Lao touched his beard, "look how kind the master is to you. This kid is a good young man who can practice martial arts. When you grow up, there must be someone by your side. You have little arms and legs.

, even if you think about it, you can’t beat them.”

Three black lines slid down Lian Wenyu's face. She adjusted her clothes, and I went to divide the herbs. But she didn't miss it. Just now, when Mr. Bai said that there is a good young man practicing martial arts, what happened in the child's eyes

Maybe she has a deep grudge against her, maybe she has something to hide, maybe she will go out for revenge or even kill people in the future. This has nothing to do with her. Everyone has his or her own path to walk, no matter what the reason is.

What kind of consequences are there? She doesn't want others to control her life. Similarly, she won't block other people's lives or other people's thoughts. She squatted down and carefully divided the herbs on the ground. While dividing, she thought

Taking advantage of the medicinal properties of these herbs, she has been doing this kind of work for several years. This small valley, well, let's call it Xiaovalley, has become lively since then. Time flies by a few years, and it seems that many things have been done through hard work.

She no longer needs someone to carry her to school because she has grown up, and Ye Hui'an no longer needs to carry her.

"Yu'er, are you okay?" Ye Hui'an kept walking back and forth at the door. It's been a long time and you're still not feeling well. He turned around, with his slender body and well-fitting college clothes,

Normally he is very polite when he doesn't speak, but when he speaks, he starts to act rude. He feels that his studies in the past few years have been in vain, and he hasn't learned much at all. In his opinion, shaking his head and talking all day long makes him think about it.

, it felt terrible, Mrs. Ye didn't give in to him, anyway, the family wouldn't be able to starve him to death now.

Ye Hui'an kept weighing his feet, feeling that women were really troublesome. Just when he was about to shout again, a child about ten years old came out, and she lightly pressed her pink lips

, an immature face with a coldness that is rare for her age, especially her eyes, which are like the thin snow on the cold mountains of Tianshan Mountains, which have been gathering for a long time.

"Yu'er, it's too late for you," Ye Hui'an stepped forward and pulled Lian Wen Yu's hair.

Lian Wenyu pulled her hair from his hand, "Uncle, don't move, or I will have to comb it again." She wrinkled her nose, then looked at Ye Hui'an, and finally her eyes moved to his

In his hand, "Uncle, I forgot my book bag,"

Ah, Ye Hui'an raised his hand, I really forgot about it. He hurriedly ran in to pay. This time, Lian Wenyu was waiting for him. Lian Wenyu leaned against the wall on the side and began to close his eyes and rest.

, she opened her eyes and was not in a hurry. When they left, the master had just arrived at the latest.

And her uncle didn't seem to have changed at all over the years. With his reckless temperament, I really didn't know how he would do business in the future. She closed her eyes again and counted in her heart. If she didn't reach a hundred, he would

Still not out.

Sure enough, after 65 strokes, Ye Hui'an came out in a panic, "I'm just telling you, where did you put your book bag? Why can't you always find it? I threw it under the bed," he said

As I walked, I scratched my head, and as soon as I came out, I thought of something.

No, I'm going to be late.

"Xiao Yu'er, let's go quickly," he said involuntarily, pulling Lian Wen Yu along and running. All the way into the school, he was still not blushing and out of breath, and even Wen Yu got used to it.

They had just sat down and the Master had just arrived. The Master glared at Ye Hui'an. What a rotten tree.

Ye Hui'an smiled bitterly. It's not fair. We obviously came together. Why did the master glare at him instead of Xiao Yu'er? He was depressed here. Even Wen Yu had already spread out the paper and drew one stroke at a time.

She started writing. In fact, she deliberately did not make herself stand out. The only thing that could be seen was her handwriting, which was very different from others. What other female students wrote were all beautiful plum blossoms in regular script.

Or it may be a very delicate handwriting. She is the only one who can write with great style. In addition to studying her own handwriting, most of her handwriting was actually taught by Bai Lao. Ye Hui'an is not as able to sit still as Lian Wen Yu.

After a while, he felt a sting in his butt and wanted to stand up. He looked at Zhou Hai again, and they kept winking and winking. The two of them didn't know what they were talking about. Lian Wen Yu put down the pen in his hand and looked at them strangely.

Two people. For Ye Hui'an, going to school was really painful. After finally finishing the whole morning's class, he quickly packed up his things and ran outside without any explanation.

Lian Wen Yu followed him strangely and saw him and Zhou Hai talking furtively.

"Is this it?" The two people were squatting on the ground, studying something unknown. Even Wen Yu walked over and squatted down, and saw that there were some exquisite bamboo products on the ground.

"That's right," Zhou Hai nodded, "I asked my uncle to bring this back from outside. He said that everyone in Beijing likes this. Each one costs less than one tael of silver. These Nanman products cannot be bought here.

Yes, if we sell them for two taels of silver each, we will make more than one tael."