You are unlucky and I am tough

At home, there was tofu that Aunt Peng bought from the county in the morning and crucian carp that Wei Qinglang caught. In the evening, she made tofu fried egg and crucian carp soup.

While the family was having dinner, Cheng Shuang told the others in detail what happened in Chongwenguan, but she only talked about the fight between her two younger brothers and did not mention that Xiaosi did not want to go to school.

The house became more lively when the two younger brothers came back. After dinner, they pestered He Zhou in the yard to tell them stories about his past adventures in the martial arts world.

The other people in the family also listened with great interest.

The door of the main room was locked, and Cheng Shuang and Wei Qinglang both entered the space.

It took Cheng Shuang more than half an hour to wash her hair and take a bath. When she came out with her hair dried, Wei Qinglang was busy at the counter doing something.

When I looked over, I saw that they were making fruit salad.

Cheng Shuang sat down opposite and started talking about Cheng Xu not wanting to continue studying at Chongwenguan.

Wei Qinglang was peeling an apple and raised his head. "What do you mean? Don't let Xiao Si go either?"

Cheng Shuang held up her chin. "I'm afraid if he stays any longer, he'll get depressed and his talent will be buried. He really doesn't like studying. You didn't see that he's like a completely different person when he's at Chongwenguan and when he's home."

Wei Qinglang cut a small piece of the peeled apple and handed it to her mouth.

Cheng Shuang opened his mouth and ate it. "Anyway, we don't expect him to pass the imperial examination, right? Since he likes painting, let him paint at home. You can teach him when you have time."

Wei Qinglang said, "My painting style is rigid. I can only draw architectural drawings and some drafts. There is no artistic conception and soul. Don't lead him astray."

"What should I do? I can't even paint, and Master Shen is so far away. How about going to the city and asking around, and asking for someone who can paint?"

"Actually, there's no need to ask for one." Wei Qinglang took a knife and cut the fruits on the table into small pieces. "I think Mr. Yuan in the village is a good painter. The last time I went to his house, I saw that he had a lot of his own calligraphy and paintings."

"Master Yuan?" Cheng Shuang's eyes lit up. How could she forget that she saw Master Yuan painting at the door of his house today.

"But will he be willing? He seems to be in a bad mood." Cheng Shuang was worried.

Wei Qinglang said, "I've been to the village school. It's divided into two classes. The student teaches those who haven't started yet, and Master Yuan teaches the children you taught before. They have one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon. The rest of the time, they review their lessons and practice calligraphy."

"He does have time to teach Xiao Si how to paint. We'll pay him an extra tuition and ask if he's willing. As for studying, let him spend the mornings with the village kids, and he can find his own painting time in the afternoons."

Cheng Shuang thought it was feasible, so she said, "Aren't you two friends of different ages? Then go and test his attitude tomorrow."

Wei Qinglang nodded in agreement, cut the fruit into a large bowl, added nuts and honey, and then poured in a bottle of yogurt and mixed well.

After tasting it, he took another tube of condensed milk and prepared to squeeze some in.

Cheng Shuang reached out to stop him, "Hey... that's enough, don't put it down."

"Don't you like sweet food?"

"You want to make me fat to death so late at night?" Cheng Shuang stood up, snatched the condensed milk from his hand, and threw it to the other side.

Wei Qinglang glanced up and down at her, "You're not fat, I think you're a little thinner."

"I think now is just the right time." Cheng Shuang muttered, "If you want to show this kind of courtesy in the future, do it during the day. I don't eat after six o'clock in the evening."

"Remember this next time." Wei Qinglang pushed the whole bowl in front of her, "Eat it quickly."

They made a bit too much, and in the end half of it went into Wei Qinglang's stomach. After they finished eating, the two of them came out of the space.

The yard outside was quiet. Everyone had gone back to their rooms, leaving only Cheng Guqiu collecting the bacon under the eaves.

She was afraid it would rain at night, so she planned to hang all the meat in the kitchen.

Cheng Shuang was making the bed. As it was getting hot, she put away the thick quilt and replaced it with two thin quilts.

The two of them still slept in the same bed as at the beginning, each with a quilt.

Except that sometimes I wake up in the morning and find myself in the same bed for no apparent reason, there has been no other progress.

After making the bed, Cheng Shuang took off her coat, lowered the bed curtains, climbed onto the bed and slept inside.

She leaned over and started chatting, talking about how annoying and arrogant Mrs. Sun was today, and how much that naughty kid deserved a beating.

He also mentioned the Sun family's restaurant, Hongbinlou, and asked Wei Qinglang if he had heard of it.

Wei Qinglang said he had heard of it but had never been there. He responded intermittently, took off his coat, blew out the candle, and lay down on the bed.

After Cheng Shuang finished complaining about the Sun family mother and son, Wei Qinglang asked, "Is the village busy with the wedding today?"

“It’s lively.”

Cheng Shuang yawned. "Uncle Laifu made a lot of money selling braised pork buns. They set up twenty tables, each with eight people and six dishes, four meat dishes and two vegetable dishes. Everyone in the village praised it as the best wedding banquet in the history of Chengjia Village."

"We even hired a band to pick up the bride, with gongs, drums, and suonas playing all the way. Everyone in the surrounding villages knew there was a wedding in our village today, and people from other villages also came to watch the fun."

"Those in the village who have unmarried sons all gathered around Uncle Lai Fu and his wife, hoping they would help introduce them to girls from Huaihua Village."

"After watching the ceremony, I also went to see the bride. She's quite a pretty girl. I heard her family gave her quite a bit of dowry."

Wei Qinglang listened quietly, then said, "Remember the last time Daqing got married? At that time, I was thinking that ancient people had so many rules and procedures for getting married. They were really particular."

"Unlike us two back then, we didn't prepare anything, we just pulled a piece of red silk and got married."

"But at that time, I didn't have the conditions. I just wanted to bring a wife back as soon as possible and live separately from the family."

"Who would have thought that it would be such a coincidence for us to meet each other."

"Hmm..." Cheng Shuang responded softly.

Wei Qinglang had something to say, and hesitated for a while before speaking.

He said, "Cheng Shuang, I was thinking...how about we have a new wedding?"

The tent fell into silence.

"Why don't you say anything? Don't you want to?" Wei Qinglang was a little nervous. He was afraid that Cheng Shuang would say she didn't want to.

Still no one answered.

Wei Qinglang stood up in confusion and leaned over to take a look, only to find that the person had fallen asleep with even breathing.

"That's amazing! I finally managed to say this, but no one heard it."

.....

It did rain at night, but when daybreak there was only a drizzle in the sky.

Wei Nanxing came back with wet clothes and hair. He went to the workshop before dawn and practiced martial arts with a group of people, regardless of rain or shine.

The only people who started learning kung fu were Xu Daqing and Cheng Fu. After practicing for a few days, Cheng Fu, the big mouth, was shouting all over the village.

Later, some more people came to the village, and the Peng brothers and the newly bought Dongnanxixi also said they wanted to learn, so the number of people suddenly reached more than a dozen.

Cheng Guqiu urged him to change his clothes and dry his hair, and then woke up the two little ones who were still in bed to have breakfast, and finally went to knock on Zhengfang's door.

Cheng Shuang woke up and saw Wei Qinglang sitting by the bed putting on his shoes. He said good morning.

The other person turned around and gave her a resentful look, but ignored her.

After breakfast, Cheng Chen stayed in the room and wrote a book of self-reflection, while Xiao Si packed up his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and ran to the attic to find Lin Zelan.

It was agreed yesterday that he could copy the paintings in the building. The little guy was thinking about it all night. Cheng Shuang told him that he could copy them, but he was not allowed to touch the paintings without permission.

But she knew that those paintings were from Zhu Shaoyuan.

The fumigation time was set for the afternoon, and Cheng Shuang decided to go find Master Yuan with Wei Qinglang.

There are morning classes in the school, and the sound of reading aloud can be heard from inside.

When they arrived at the door, they saw Cheng Li strolling outside the school, so they went over to say hello.

Cheng Li was curious about why the two came to the school so early in the morning. Cheng Shuang supported him and told him that she wanted to ask Master Yuan to give Xiao Si calligraphy and painting lessons.

By the way, they asked the village head if he knew what Mr. Yuan’s interests and hobbies were so that they could cater to his tastes.