Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

Wang Jinyi's eyes flickered, and she leaned forward slightly to join in the fun.

The father looked tired, smiled and waved his hand.

"Wait a minute, don't be impatient, I will just say a few things, and then we will start eating."

The young father stroked his daughter's head, then pulled his son to his side and slowly said:

"The first thing is that my uncle has arrived in Xunnan County and is now serving as the provincial education commissioner. His family has settled down in Xunnan. After settling down, my uncle sent a letter to your grandfather saying that everything is going well."

Wang Jinyi interrupted and asked:

"Sister Yue'er, are you okay? Can I write to you?"

The mother reminded her daughter:

"Jin'er, be polite and don't interrupt!"

Putting his hand on his lips, he told his daughter not to interrupt her father.

The father also nodded slightly and looked at his daughter.

Wang Jinyi quickly covered her mouth with her little hand, stared with innocent big eyes, and waved her other little hand vigorously. Seeing the shadows formed by her little hand, her father smiled silently and said:

“Second, your grandfather has helped me find Mr. Xie to tutor me in the imperial examinations.

And then there's Jin'er's matter."

The father stopped and looked at his mischievous daughter:

"Jin'er's Fateful Marriage has been published, and the book Journey to the West is said to be in its sixth reprint.

Your other two children's books, "The Story of the Golden Hairpin" and "The Twelve Maids", have already been seen by a bookstore and have just been negotiated. They will start printing next month.

A bookseller wants to meet the author of the book "Xia Ke Xing" that you wrote. He wants to talk to you and ask you to write a sequel. "

The father reached out his hand, gently touched his daughter's forehead, and then said,

"Jin'er, are you willing to meet him? This is your grandfather, and he asked me to ask for your opinion..."

Brother Wang Wendong interrupted and asked:

"Dad, which book is Jin'er publishing?"

"If this volume of The Knight-errant is published, it will be the eighth work. It does not include the small booklet published with your uncle. If that small booklet is included, it will be the ninth."

Wang Wendong looked at the little sister with envy.

"Jin'er, you're so awesome..."

Wang Jinyi didn't want to become the target of public criticism, so he quickly interrupted:

"Brother, are you hungry? I'm a little hungry."

The whole family was happy for this outstanding girl, except Wang Jinyi herself who was a little surprised.

Have I actually written so many books since I moved to Yongxing Lane? I'm afraid I need to slow down a bit, as I seem to be writing too fast.

Maintain your image! Maintaining your image is important.

"Dad, these are all I can think of right now. I can't think of more when I meet you. Why don't we wait for a while and make another appointment when I think of a new story?"

The parents both nodded, thinking that what their child said made more sense.

Only Wang Wendong expressed a different opinion:

"Jin'er, you can negotiate with the bookseller and then think about it. Wouldn't that be more guaranteed that your book can be printed?"

Wang Jinyi knew that what the little brother said was right, but she didn't want to show off just for his sake!

Then he said:

"No, that's not free. Now I can write whatever comes to my mind. It's so much fun."

The parents feel proud to see their daughter treating writing stories as a fun thing.

That night, the whole family was very happy and the atmosphere was harmonious and joyful.

After dinner, my mother carried a lantern and sent my father to the second gate, then handed the lantern to Wang Jinlai, my father’s servant.

Looking at the light of the lantern, he went towards the east wing.

Soon, the oil lamp in the east wing was lit, and the figure under the lamp made my mother look at it for a long time...

Wang Jinyi saw her father off from her mother's room, and then accompanied her brother to the east room, while Wang Wendong went to the study room on the east side.

Wang Jinyi, her wet nurse and Zhu Yu stood in the starlight in the yard for a long time.

Wang Jinyi looked up at the starry sky, in a daze. In his previous life, when the car accident happened, the bright stars in the car took him to where in the stars? I wonder if you are still here, do you still remember me?

A song keeps playing in my mind over and over again:

The brightest star in the night sky, can you remember the figure that once walked with me and disappeared in the wind? ...

The music lingering in my heart echoes for a long time.

Wang Jinyi's face was filled with tears of loneliness.

The mother turned around and saw her daughter in the moonlight. She seemed to be worshiping the moon, with her hands clasped together, silent.

The mother took her daughter's hand lovingly and went back to the bedroom.

Wang Jinyi entered the room and saw Qing'er still copying the accounts under the lamp.

"Qing'er, is there any surplus in the rice shop this month?"

"Miss, the bill for the first half of the month has been delivered, but the bill for the second half of the month has not yet arrived."

"How is the rice shop's profit now?"

"Miss, after dividing the accounts, the first month was break-even with a small profit, and last month's profit was 17 taels and 5 cents.

This month, the profit in the first half of the month has reached more than 14 taels. The accounts for the whole month will have to wait a few days before they can be reported. "

"How much working capital does Tai Sheng have now?"

"Yes. There is not much left, less than thirty taels, and the rest of the money is pledged on rice."

"Qingyu, wait for Zhao Chunming tomorrow and ask about the taxes set by the government. Then you can calculate it. I want to know what the net profit is."

"Okay, miss."

"It's too late. Stop copying. It hurts your eyes. That's all for today. Take a rest."

The watery moonlight sprinkled coldly on the earth, like a layer of gauze, making the scenery in the courtyard even more hazy.

The moonlight passed through the gaps between the tree shadows. In the mottled light and shadow, a dark shadow leaped out of the wall and disappeared into the night.

Ever since the whole family of the second branch moved out, the only people left in the entire courtyard of the second branch were Ouyang Wenche and his guards whose names were prefixed with "Yun".

The one hundred new guards with the prefix "Feng" were all gathered in the west courtyard.

A few days ago, the last few servants guarding the courtyard of the main house disappeared. This provided more convenience for Ouyang Wenche and his group in their daily activities.

Today, the guards patrolling in the east, south, west and north of the city did not bring back any special news.

The five captains whose groups start with the character "Feng" (Feng) in their names finally met Ouyang Wenche.

Almost everyone concluded that the grandson of the Ouyang family must be related to the young master of the Eastern Palace, because the two looked extremely similar, and it was very difficult to find the differences between them even if one wanted to.

During this period, Ouyang Wenche neither read the letters brought by the guards nor communicated with the five captain guards.

He just acquiesced to the presence of the guards around him.

He seemed to be waiting for something, but only Ouyang Wenche himself knew that he was waiting for someone to solve the mystery.

Since the desperate fight, my life has become an almost unsolvable puzzle: Who am I? This question makes me suffer.

Who knows the answer? Is it my grandfather? What happened to my grandfather? It has been so long. Why is there no news about my grandfather? Did something happen? Is there something else waiting for me? …