Nine Thoughts

The children of the poor have long been in charge of the house, and Yang Xiaoxiao just cleaned herself up and started doing the housework after a busy schedule, very well-behaved.

An Dahai suddenly became a grandfather, and his heart was full of joy: "Oh, Xiaoxiao looks so good in your adoptive father's childhood clothes! If you say that you and An Xiaole look alike when you were young, not to mention that others think you are your biological father." What about the girl hahaha!" Ling Wuqi: "" Haha, it's not funny at all.

"Brother Ling, where are you going?" An Le asked.

"Go out for a walk."

Ling Wuqi said, and walked out of the courtyard.

This stroll lasted an hour, and when he came back, it was already dinner time, and the whole family was waiting for him to have dinner.

Ling Wuqi was carrying big and small bags in his hand. When he opened them, they were all new clothes worn by little girls.

"Wow!" Yang Xiaoxiao was so happy that she almost cried, "Master, you are so kind to me!"

"not at all."

Ling Wuqi said, "Take off your clothes and give them to me."

This is my Xiaole's clothes, wear your own!After dinner, Ling Wuqi saw that Anle was making room for Yang Xiaoxiao, and wanted to help, but Anle refused, saying that if someone moved the things he put away, he might not remember where they were, so he took care of the things that could be moved. They were all moved out and piled up in a corner of the woodshed.

There was a bedding, a box of clothes, and a dozen boxes of books.

Ling Wuqi poked his head to look around, and confirmed that those books were An Le's diary from childhood to adulthood.

Ling Wuqi had nothing to do when he was free, so he simply opened the box that seemed to be the oldest. Sure enough, it contained Anle's earliest diaries.

He took out the one at the bottom and planned to read it from the first day.

"On the twenty-eighth day of the eighth month of the Wuzi year, it was sunny.

My headache is gone, but I still keep forgetting things, and I can't remember anything from the past.

My foster father said that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen, which makes sense. I decided to start writing a diary today, and write down everything that happened.

Master left after lunch, and I was a little bit reluctant to part with him, but my adoptive father said that as long as I eat well and grow up quickly, Master will definitely come to see me next year. "

"Brother Ling, why are you?" An Le couldn't laugh or cry, "Do you like reading my diary so much?"

"Didn't you say that you can read it casually?" Ling Wuqi said and turned another page, "You were five years old? Six years old? You can write so many words."

"Yeah, it's a pity that I haven't made any progress in the past few years."

An Le responded casually, and began to organize the other items, then held a small box and sighed softly.

Ling Wuqi glanced at it, saw several ingots of broken silver and a dozen copper plates inside, and asked, "What?"

"I don't know what's going on, but I can't save any money."

An Le murmured to himself, "I want to change to a big house.

The adoptive father's house was not big, so he gave me half of it.

Now that there is Xiaoxiao in the family, if we build another house out of the yard, I am afraid that the grape trellis will have to be dismantled, and the adoptive father does not have enough space to hang sauced ducks. "

"It's strange for you to save money like this. Don't worry, leave the money to me."

Ling Wuqi took the small box in his hand and threw it aside, blew out the candle, and rolled onto the bedding with the person in his arms, "Sleep first!" An Le smiled and kissed Ling Wuqi's cheek, and lay obediently on him In his arms, chatting with him casually: "Brother Ling, can you tell me about you? How many people are there in your family? What do your parents do? What do you like? What don't you like? Do you have any thoughts? What did you do? Even though we are married, I don’t know anything about you.”

"I don't have anything in particular I like, and I don't want to do anything, whatever."

Ling Daxia, who has a rather "easy-going" personality, said, "There is only my father at home, oh, there are 16 brothers and sisters, and a hundred or so nephews.

By the way, my father is your master, the hero of meditation. "

"What?" An Le was startled.

Ling Wuqi told about his father's change of name and surname, and his real identity. An Le sighed: "Although I am not from the Jianghu, I have heard of the Qingsong Sword Sect. I didn't expect such a karma. Master, he is really too old." Awesome!" Ling Wuqi smiled, but hesitantly said after hearing An Le: "Brother Ling, I suddenly remembered that when you were in the bandit village, you told me that you had seen me three times before, how could that be? What's going on? I really don't remember." Ling Wuqi: ""I'm getting angry when I talk about this!The third time Ling Wuqi saw An Le was when he caught the thief.

Thinking about coming to Anle for the second time should be more impressive.

At that time, Ling Wuqi was wandering outside in disguise, and stayed in an inn when passing through a certain place.

When checking out, Xiao Er went back to the room to check and clean, and accidentally broke a vase.

He was probably afraid of being punished by the shopkeeper, so he dumped the blame on Ling Wuqi, insisting that Ling Wuqi broke it.

Ling Wuqi thought that a shoddy and broken vase was not worth a lot of money, so if you pay it, you should pay it, so it would be too much trouble.

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper's lion opened his mouth and asked for 100 taels.

"You're a black shop, right?" Ling Wuqi's face turned black at the time, and he was even thinking about smashing his shop.

"Mine is an antique, from the Tang Dynasty. It is a vase made by the poet Li Bai himself. It is very rare."

The shopkeeper said.

Ling Wuqi: "" Li Bai is still burning the bottle?Why don't you say he can still forge?The shopkeeper struggled to put together a few fragments: "Look, there are poems inscribed by Li Bai himself on it."

Ling Wuqi glanced impatiently, and saw the crooked crooked characters written like crabs on the top: "Li Taibai, Taibai Li, Li Bai, the poet fairy, please call me the poet fairy. .”

The shopkeeper proudly said: "Look at how humble Li Taibai is!" Ling Wuqi: ""I believe you even more when you write the first song Jingyesi!" "I remember this!" An Le laughed when he heard this, "Is it on the way back to Pingyang County when I escorted the prisoner to Beijing? I don’t remember the details, you guys talked about it for a while, and then you dropped a few coins and left, right? But Brother Ling, the shopkeeper didn’t do this on purpose, he was also deceived, thinking that he only spent a few coins Just picked up a real antique.

Later, according to the clues he provided, I also cracked a fake antique manufacturing case together with the local yamen. Don’t laugh when you say it, there is even a chamber pot with Qin Shihuang’s inscription on it. "

Ling Wuqi snorted, and said to himself: Why are you laughing, anyway, you remember the details of the case clearly, but you don't remember me as a passer-by! "What about the first time?" An Le laughed for a while, and asked, "When did we first meet?" Ling Wuqi's mouth twitched, thinking that the first time would be even more outrageous.