Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

"My dear nephew Qin." Father Ji stroked his beard and nodded with a smile upon seeing the newcomer. With his lovely wife and daughter by his side, he looked as if he had the upper hand over everything in the world. "My dear daughter, this is your brother Qin. The last time you were ill, he came to visit you and even paid for your father's medical expenses."

"Brother Qin..." Wangshu blinked. It was so corny. What could he do if he couldn't bring himself to say it? "Gie-gie" sounded so cheesy. And "Gie-gie Qin"? No, no, no, how is that any different from "Gie-gie" love? Wangshu shook his head, playing dumb. Calling someone "brother" or "sister" in public was a common misconception among those who had read "Dream of the Red Chamber."

Ji's mother nudged her daughter and said, "Nannan."

On this busy street, calling your fiancé "brother" when you first meet him, what do you think, Yuan Fang? Wangshu was pushed forward by Ji's mother, so he said: "Qin Xiuyuan."

Since we are of the same generation, we should just call each other by our first names.

"Yeah." Qin Xiuyuan paused for a moment, then nodded. He wasn't unhappy. For someone whose life was hanging by a thread last month, it was better to go along with him.

Ji's parents were quite embarrassed and bowed to Qin Xiuyuan, "Please forgive me, my dear nephew, my daughter is a bit rude."

Wangshu, the slender, yandere character: ...Where is she rough? She's rough just because she doesn't want to argue with strangers in the street?

Since they met and the other party was alone, the four of them paired up in twos. Wangshu took his mother's hand and walked forward, while Ji's father and Qin Xiuyuan walked behind him.

"Dad, look at Aunt Liu's wontons!" He was really not feeling well. His soles hurt after walking a few steps, and his hands and feet felt a little weak. Wangshu cheered and pulled Ji's mother into the store.

There were only three tables. The men cooked at the door, and the women shopped in the shop. Wangshu sat down at the table, with his parents on his left and right, and Qin Xiuyuan opposite him. When Wangshu looked up, he unexpectedly met Qianse's gaze, and quickly moved away from her.

What? Are you curious about what you would look like if you were to come back to life?

Madam Ji wiped the sweat off Wangshu's forehead and said, "Shushu, Mom and Dad are going to buy some pork buns and will be back soon. You and Brother Qin should sit down for a while." She turned to Qin Xiuyuan and said, "Shushu is a bit spoiled. Please forgive me, nephew."

Father Ji wasn't happy. How could it be that fast? Mother Ji immediately did a 360-degree spin on her forearm, and Father Ji followed closely on trembling toes... If you don't like soft things, you should eat hard things. Okay, this time, it's a spin with a meaty taste.

With his parents away, Ji Wangshu got straight to the point: "Did you run into us by chance?"

It was strange that she encountered a royal bomb on her first trip out. She had been unlucky recently with a series of bad lucks.

Qin Xiuyuan straightened his back, looked at her seriously, and said in a cold voice, "Yes, Xiuyuan just wanted to take a walk."

There was a child crying nearby, and the mother comforted him with soft words. It was estimated that there were three people in the family. The father was eating wontons with big mouthfuls, and the mother was coaxing the one-year-old child who was anxious to grab the hot bowl. She scooped up a wonton, ate half of it in one bite, left the other half to cool, and fed it to the child who was anxious to eat.

I hope you won’t spit out the piece of food in your mouth before feeding it to the baby. What you fear will come true. Sure enough, the piece of food that was covered with saliva for a long time was fed to the baby... Disgusting!

The man was almost full, so she just held the wonton in her mouth to absorb the flavor, feeding him patiently and lovingly. Wangshu couldn't understand why women were so interested in children with noisy, sticky noses and saliva, and who defecated at any time and place.

The wontons were served, piping hot. Wangshu turned around and said, "Do you want to return... um, this one?"

Qin Xiuyuan is not a fool either. He and Ji's father would meet and communicate from time to time. It is not difficult to understand that it is because of the heavy burdens carried by the two elders in the family that she can have a little peace and stability in her life.

His family's story was brief and simple: both had fled from the south, and Qin's father, a scholar, had trained diligently after joining the army. Perhaps because they were both scholars, the two men's mutual admiration for each other gradually grew close. The parents were constantly discussing their children, and since they happened to be a boy and a girl, from similar families, the two parents arranged a marriage for their children. Unfortunately, six years ago, while serving in the vanguard, Qin's father was surrounded and stabbed in the chest while pursuing the remnants of the Dashi State. He died of his injuries. Meanwhile, Qin's mother, barely a year after her husband's departure, had somehow become a beautiful concubine in the court of General Qin, who later referred to Qin Xiuyuan as his adopted son. He had been a soldier since then, for nearly four years.

After his father's death and his mother's remarriage, he established his own household. A lame old man looked after him and took care of the household. Some gossipers mocked his current awkward position: "This Qin is not that Qin, a true example of righteousness." Although they shared the same surname, aside from that initial exchange, General Qin never had any further contact with his nominally adopted son.

Ji's father also didn't know the true nature of Qin Xiuyuan's relationship with his mother. Wangshu, thinking of his clearly mixed-race appearance, guessed that he had a hard time. He was only eighteen years old...

"Xiuyuan has no other intentions." The person opposite was stunned for a moment, but his answer was still gentle.

There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you insist on staying. Qin family gie gie, I'm giving you a choice.

Wangshu nodded, turning his head away to avoid the hot air that hit him. "You eat first." He guessed he was out for dinner. After all, what good food could an old man prepare? He might as well eat something good while he was on leave.

When Mrs. Ji came back, she looked at Shushu and the boy from the Qin family sitting opposite each other with amusement. Neither of them touched the wontons. She gave two of the pork buns she had bought to Qin Xiuyuan, "Xiuyuan, don't wait for Shushu, eat now."

Wangshu raised her sleeves and let her mother tie them tightly. Father Ji handed her the steamed bun and took away half a bowl of wontons. "My dear daughter, it's not hot anymore."

I enjoy my parents' care with peace of mind, chewing my food slowly and carefully. My body is too weak, and if I don't pay attention to my gastrointestinal strength, I will suffer from stomach pain at night.

"My dear nephew, if you have something important to do, please leave first."

"Uncle Ji, Xiuyuan doesn't have any urgent matters." He paused, "Tomorrow is a day off, and Xiuyuan has some academic questions that he wants to ask for help. I wonder if you could spare some time to help?"

Yaocheng values ​​military power over literature, unlike the southern culture of ignoring the sounds of books outside the window. As a scholar, Ji's father must be feeling depressed. Hearing this, he was delighted: "My dear nephew, your father and I are close friends. We are family and we don't talk behind each other's backs. We are as close as one family. You can come over anytime to have a drink."

By the time Shushu handed the remaining half of the steamed bun to Ji's father, he had already agreed with Qin Xiuyuan to meet at noon tomorrow and have a couple of drinks at Ji's house during dinner.

On the way back, the two men, who had been talking more and more, strode forward at a brisk pace, whispering to each other as if no one was around. Wangshu, holding his mother's arm, couldn't keep up. He stamped his foot and said, "Ah, stinky man!" Refusing to move, he simply stopped at a lantern stall. It was getting dark, and if the mother and daughter were walking together, a lantern would help light the way.

Madam Ji wanted to see when her husband, who was dancing and talking nonstop, realized that his daughter was missing. She couldn't help but joked, "Hey, who's the stinky man?"

The lantern stall owner came up to greet her, but Madam Ji hurriedly stopped him, "Don't mind, my daughter will make her own decision." Her daughter has never liked to be talked about since she was little. She would not like to listen to more than a few words, and would walk away with an attitude of "I don't want to listen, you are just a stinky monk chanting sutras"

Most lanterns were woven bamboo, with some being decorative lanterns, featuring various small animals and paper-covered exteriors, depicting flowers, plants, bamboo, plum blossoms, or romantic poems. Wangshu chose a rattan lantern without paper, with space for a candle. The body and base of the lantern were woven from rattan about the thickness of a little finger, and the bottom and opening were tightened with bamboo strips. The overall opening was small, the body round, and the base slightly wider but stable. The opening was connected with a woven straw rope, and it was hoisted up to half a person's height. Wangshu had to lift this rattan lantern with his hands, which was very tiring.

"Mother, I'm such a pitiful daughter!" Wangshu sighed, "I'm inferior to others from head to toe!"

Madam Ji didn't have time to hear the second half of the sentence clearly. She pointed at the person running back in front and reminded him, "My dear daughter, Daddy will come back to pick you up."

It's no use coaxing her. No matter how Ji's father praises his good daughter as a female knight, the most powerful female killer, or the smartest female Zhuge Liang, it's of no use.

Qin Xiuyuan: ...

"Hmph!" Wangshu rolled his eyes at Ji's father and lowered his wicker cage to look at the scattered items being sold on the ground. There were little toys for children, crudely made; embroidery bags, a travesty of the experts; and strange wild vegetables and fruits, which looked sour and tacky. Wild vegetables, weeds! Hey, Wangshu picked up a weed. It had a short, muddy stem, a long, reddish stalk, and round, egg-shaped leaves. The whole plant was bright green and slightly shiny.

The old woman tending the stall came closer and said, "Miss, this is Persian mustard. My grandfather once went to Persia and brought back seeds. He said it grows everywhere in Persia and people eat it. You can eat it after boiling it in water."

Wangshu knew that the ten-thousandth-generation descendant of Persian vegetables was probably the kind she'd eaten, spinach. Speaking of Persian, that Qin family gie gie who'd been silent watching her father's elaborate performance might be of Persian descent...

Father Ji, racking his brains for flattery, watched his daughter twist the stem of the Persian spinach with three jade fingers and then spin it to her own accord. Suddenly, an epiphany dawned on him: "Shu Shu's hands are as soft as catkins, and her skin is as white as cream." When his daughter finally turned to look at him, the old father couldn't stop himself, "She is so beautiful that she can make fish sink to the bottom of their bodies, geese drop to the ground, and birds startle their cries. She is so beautiful that flowers are ashamed and the moon is closed. Flowers tremble with sorrow... I have seen three thousand beauties in the world, but none is like you, the person under the moon..."

Pfft, what a lunatic! Wangshu glared at Qin Xiuyuan: ...