Gu Jiao the Great Secretary's
chapter 30

Gu Jiao never thought that Xueba, who was hatched from high pressure after the college entrance exam, the graduate entrance exam and the doctoral entrance exam in her previous life, should start from the elementary school chicken, he said, and he is the worst in the field of paintbrush. .

Gu Jiao was drooping. The whole guy's not very nice.

Although beautiful on the side, the food was good, but she did not practice brushing, did not want to!

"Start with your name" Xiao LIULANG said.

His voice was between a period of voice change of a young man and an adult man. Instead of Drake's ugly throat, it showed a clean and damp trail.

Gu Jiao was a little defiant and incompetent. He opened his eyes wide and quietly saw him writing his name on the paper.

Unlike the one I signed on the consent form earlier, this time it looks neater.

But Gu Jiao still did not understand.

Gu Jiao was opposite to Xiao LIULANG. From his point of view, the word was reversed. Xiao LIULANG turned the paper over and asked Gu Jiao to read it carefully.

Then he wrote scribbles and scribbles one by one on the paper.

Gu Jiao saw so many punches, his head was big.

It is not a traditional Chinese character, nor is it the official script of Xiaozhuan Dazhuan, but a completely unknown font.

Xiao LIULANG looked at Gu Jiao clumsily grasping the paralysis, a bitter look, saying: "the movement is not right, the hands are up a little, the wrists are not too stiff."

"Is that so?" Gu Jiao adjusted according to his explanation.

Gu Jiao's movement of holding a pen was actually standard in his previous life, but he didn't quite see it in front of Xiao LIULANG, an ancient man.

"Find it out" Xiao LIULANG said.

"By good?" Gu Jiao was doubtful.

Xiao LIULANG hesitated for a moment, stretched out his slender fingertips and gently pushed his index finger upwards.

If he did so on another occasion, Gu Jiao would "touch my fingertips, round them, even if they were holding hands.". But he taught her to read, rounding was class, Gu Jiao was always very serious in class.

Gu Jiao took off her shoes, sat cross-legged before her, and practiced with each punch.

Xue Ningxiang was waiting in the main hall. He did not understand how Gu Jiao had entered for so long. The letter is not long. Would you like to read it for so long?

Xue Ningxiang did not know that the two people in the room had completely forgotten the letter. One was reading a book, the other was practicing calligraphy.

Xiao LIULANG occasionally corrected the attitude of Gu Jiao who was holding a pen. As for whether he wrote well, he did not insist. After all, it's good to hold the pen for the first time and not write off the paper.

If Gu Jiao knew what she was thinking, she was afraid she would jump and run away. How could he hold a brush for the first time!

Gu Jiao's memories were still excellent, the intricate sequence of strokes she had written only once, only writing too ugly, some miserable.

According to Xiao LIULANG's standards, he was an elementary school chicken who had just held a cage.

After all, he wrote better when he was two years old.

The two men quietly stayed in the room for half an hour. In the end, the old woman came to Gu Jiao with a dull mind and found that they were writing in the room.

But the old woman did not look closely. He just glanced towards the door. That's red paper.

He immediately had a judgment in his heart: "what about writing the Spring Festival verse? Well, it's time to write. If you don't write anymore, you can't catch up. Call me when you're done

He wanted to paste the Spring Festival stanza!

This was truly a beautiful misunderstanding, but Gu Jiao had not expected Xiao LIULANG not to come to write the Spring Festival verse with the red paper. He happens to learn to write on his own, which delays his progress.

Now the old woman proposes that we should get back on track and start writing the Spring Festival verse!

"I'll cut the paper!" Gu Jiao put down her brush and went to the house to look for scissors.

Thank you for saving him! If you continue to practice like this, its claws will be useless!

Xiao LIULANG looked at the red paper in front of him, looking a little confused.

But when Gu Jiao cut it neatly in his hand, he wrote some Spring Festival stanzas.

"Write it to Xiao Xue too." The old woman reminded me.

The old woman really liked Xue Ningxiang. Of course, he also liked Gu Jiao. He did not say it, but Gu Jiao could feel the kindness and malice of others.

Xue Ningxiang and her first encounter with a powerful criminal, now this evil had disappeared completely.

The old woman's love for Xue Ningxiang was different from her love for Gu Jiao. He liked Gu Jiao for his family, but he liked Xue Ningxiang for his master.

Frankly, he thought Xue Ningxiang was a good guest, suitable for frequent contact.

As soon as the old woman said this, they finally remembered that they had forgotten about Xue Ningxiang and her letter. There was a trace of shame on their faces.

I don't know what kind of mood Xue Ningxiang is waiting for in the main hall

Half an hour later, Gu Jiao came to Xue's house with Xue's letter, Xiao LIULANG Spring Festival temple, a plate of sesame sugar and chestnut cake.

"Why so much?" Xue Ningxiang was stunned.

Of course, Gu Jiao would not say that he was here to convey his apology. He said solemnly, "it's almost new year's day. My aunt asked me to bring her here. Spring Festival Temple for you. Chestnut cake and sesame candy for your mother-in-law and your son."

Xue Ningxiang quickly thanked him.

"Just ..." Gu Jiao hesitated and decided to explain.

Unexpectedly, Xue Ningxiang gave him a look that I understood with a bad smile.

Gu Jiao: what do you know? You know that!!!

Xue Ningxiang was a passerby. The little daughter-in-law entered her husband's house and did not come out for a long time. What could he do?

How could he be angry about such a thing? The reason why we go quietly is to avoid seeing what we shouldn't be seeing and hearing what we shouldn't be hearing.

"Just.." he whispered to Gu Jiao, "the next time you should remember to close the door. My aunt's still home."

Gu Jiao: I think you seem to have misunderstood something

Xue Ningxiang's sister-in-law wrote that she had made a small contribution to the border, became the commander of the army, and was rewarded with ten Liang silvers. All the gifts were sent back to Xue Ningxiang. She asked Xue to look after her mother-in-law and son and not treat herself harshly.

He'll get a lot of silver in the future, so don't let him keep it.

This little brother-in-law is not bad.

Gu Jiao asked Xue Ningxiang if she wanted to retaliate. Xue Ningxiang shook her head. Everyone has returned to celebrate the new year today. There was no one at the post station and he could not deliver it.

Gu Jiao gave the items to Xue Ningxiang and went home to eat them. Xue Ningxiang accepted it. He only wanted a pair of Spring Festival stanzas because they were too expensive. Gu Jiao said that it was not bought outside, but was written by Xiao LIULANG himself. He said, "paper is expensive."

The paper was given by Feng Lin, but Gu Jiao did not care about the price. After he asked Xiao LIULANG, he found that the Spring Festival stain paper was several times more expensive than ordinary paper.

"Not too expensive in ordinary time. The price will go up in the new year." Xiao LIULANG explained.

"Then... Is Feng Lin's family well-off?" ask Gu Jiao.

Xiao LIULANG thought about it and shook his head: "I didn't ask, but it shouldn't be too good."

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The state of Feng Lin's family was only slightly better than Xiao LIULANG, but not too good, as seen from his daily expenses.

However, in dealing with Xiao LIULANG, he had always been unconditional and generous. Take the red paper this time. It cost almost half a tael of silver to buy a piece of red paper with dozens of articles.

At night, the sky snowed again.

Feng Lin was alone in the Academy.

He was reading a book in his bedroom. One oil lamp was not bright enough, but he did not want to light the second.

There was a cold wind coming from the crack of the door, which made him shiver.

He doesn't burn charcoal. First, the Academy would not let it burn. Second, he refused to burn it.

There are four people living in this house. On weekdays, all the students were there, but they did not feel cold. Now they're alone. They only felt that all the cold wind was flowing into his stomach.

This was his first year in a foreign country.

He misses his parents and sisters, but he cannot go back.

That's far from right. It was not a fake that he could save a few taels of money. Of course, what was more important was that he wanted to spend all his time studying, and he did not want to delay a single day.

His family had been passed down to him for three generations, and no second son was born in his generation. To support her study, one of her sisters married a widower to fill the house, and the other was promised a tea merchant who was over 50 years old.

They put themselves up for her all their lives, and she has to work hard and go home in nice clothes.

After taking a hot breath in his hand, Feng Lin wrapped his blanket tightly and continued reading.

dong dong!

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

Strange, this time, who would come to him?

The academy is on vacation. Everyone has gone. Even the teachers have returned for the new year. He was the only one left in the empty Academy.

"Can't it be a ghost ..." she managed to scare herself, her face paled, wrapped around the blanket and said, "you .. who are you?"

"It's me."

The voice of the girl he knew came from outside.

Feng Lin opened her blanket, put on her shoes and went to open the door. Seeing Gu Jiao covered in snow, he thought that he should go to hell!

This is a men's dorm!

Why would a woman come here!!!

"Why are you here? Is there something wrong with Brother Xiao?" Besides, Feng Lin was unable to think of any other reason. Without waiting for Gu Jiao to reply, he immediately put on a robe and said to Gu Jiao, "where is brother Xiao?"

"At home" said Gu Jiao.

Feng Lin left the house without saying a word.

Looking at his fiery back, Gu Jiao calmly said: "there is no carriage."

Those who celebrate the new year are at risk, and they cannot be hired.

Feng Lin thought and said, "Can't you walk on your feet without a carriage? You must hurry

Gu Jiao: "Oh."

It's not him who can't walk.

The fact had proved that Feng Lin's physical strength was not as good as Gu Jiao's. Along the way, Gu Jiao's face was not red and she was out of breath, but Feng Lin nearly fell down a few times.

When he finally reached the house of Gu Jiao and Xiao LIULANG, Feng Lin felt his legs no longer belonged to him.

He tried his best to open the door and look at it, but he was made a little silly with the scenery inside.

I saw Xiao LIULANG sitting on a chair in the main room, watching the old woman teach Gu Xiaoshun to cut the window. How red and reddish is it? How sick is he?

"I'm back." Xiao LIULANG greeted them.

"This is Xiao Feng. Sit down!" The old lady also greeted.

Gu Xiaoshun had always looked down on Feng Lin, but today he suddenly did not look down on Feng Lin.

Monk Feng Lin could not figure it out. He looked at Gu Jiao in confusion: "no, it's not brother Xiao, he ..."

Gu Jiao said, "That's what you said, but I didn't say it."

Feng Lin's

Why didn't you find this woman so cunning before?

Feng Lin spent her first new year night away from home with Gu Jiao and Xiao LIULANG. Since Gu Jiao and Gu Xiaoshun, whom he hated, were here, he thought they would not be comfortable, but it turned out to be an unexpected harmony.

Gu Jiao made dumplings according to village custom, and made New Year's cakes sweet-scented osmanthus candy according to the customs of his hometown and Xiao LIULANG. When the taste of his hometown reached the tip of his tongue, his tears broke.

It's not moving. It´s real. So delicious!

Uh!

Isn't this little crook a local? Why does Mao make sweet rice cakes so good?!

Feng Lin was crying.

At first, she actually cried because of the good food. Later, he reminisced about his departure for his hometown. He began to think of his sister and parents.

I don't know how they're doing this year.

Gu Xiaoshun saw that he was crying with great sadness. For the first time, he didn't strangle her. He also gave her his sugar cake.

This was undoubtedly a busy New Year's Eve, for Feng Lin and for Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao lived alone in the organization on New Year's Eve in her previous life. When he grew up, he was no longer an experimenter in the organization, but he had just moved from the lab to another room, and he was still the only one.

Gu Xiaoshun used to take care of his family for the Spring Festival. There were many people in his family, but no one would notice him. For example, if he ran away tonight, he promised no one would know about it.

The old woman did not remember how she had spent the past few years. Anyway, he's having fun this year. He attached the temple directly and taught Gu Xiaoshun to cut the window flowers. As expected, it was worse than him. Heart balanced! In addition, Jiaojiao also made an exception to let her eat five jams, usually just to eat two.

Xiao LIULANG was very calm, he had never been a joyful and angry person, but Gu Jiao could still feel the melancholy on him.

More than usual.

Some of them stayed up until midnight.

There are only three rooms in the house. It was not easy for the old woman to be mobbed by people. Gu Jiao then cleared Xiao LIULANG's room and let Feng Lin stay for a while.

No matter how good the relationship between Feng Lin and Xiao LIULANG was, he did not know that they had not lived together all this time. He's very happy to stay.

On the night of the inn, this was the second time they slept together. Gu Jiao's bed was much wider than the inn bed, and the blanket was quite thick.

New year's night does not die, the oil lamp on the table emits a dim light.

Two people lying on each other's sheets, Xiao LIULANG closed his eyes, Gu Jiao knew that she was not asleep.

"Have you had a good year?" Gu Jiao asked softly.

Without waiting for Xiao LIULANG to reply, a slender little hand grabbed his blanket and clasped his cold, stiff hand.

Gu Jiao: "next year will be better."