() Liu Jian, who had never believed in ghosts and gods, immediately turned pale after recognizing the picture album. He stood on the bed as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime, and his whole body was trembling.

"What is this?" Die Wu came over again and picked up the little book. But before he could look through it, Liu Jian snatched it away with his hand. "What are you kiddos looking at!"

"Hey! Let me see!" Diewu's eyes widened, and he stretched out his little hand to grab Liu Jian's forearm. The latter quickly jumped behind him, and the wooden planks on the bunk made a clanging noise when he stepped on it. Diewu refused.

Rao Di climbed onto the bed to pursue her, while two children aged seven or eight were running and playing on the big bed.

A girl frowned when she saw Madam Wang's mother looking at Wang Liu who had fainted from fear on the ground, so she called the man guarding the hospital outside the door and carried out the source of the smelly pollution.

The stinky smell was quickly covered up by the scent of women's powder in the room, and some old woman came up with a shabby bedding to cover the remnants, and simply cleaned up the scene.

Bang bang bang! An old woman banged her thin whip loudly on the bedside. She stopped her butterfly dance, sweating profusely, and suddenly realized that there were a room full of girls and a scary old woman, the madam, standing by the window.

Don't dare to make any more moves.

Liu Jian glanced at her and saw her lowered face with a bitter expression, showing some annoyance after getting into trouble. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"What are you two doing!" The old woman's voice was quite anxious. The laughter of the girls around her was a mockery of lax discipline. She glared at the two children and said hatefully.

: "You will have to be whipped today."

Liu Jian also had a grimace on his face, the thin whip was very painful. He had tasted it once half a month ago, and he no longer dared to resist the fate of being a boy.

"They are still young, and it is inevitable that they will become more playful." A woman in a white shirt and skirt was holding the old bustard's arm, but she was explaining to Liu Jian and Diewu. She had plain eyebrows and light face, and light makeup. She was Feng.

The girl who ranks first in Manlou Qingyin is also a major signature of Fengmanlou.

"What Miss Suisi said makes sense," the madam patted the girl's delicate hand. Liu Jian, who had been secretly observing the plain-faced woman, keenly caught the slight frown on Suisi's beautiful eyebrows. "My child, there is no need to be so strict.

Little Chunzi?"

"Hey!" Liu Jian responded respectfully, trying to imitate other people's names, but the word "mom" couldn't come out of his mouth no matter what. He could only say: "Little Chunzi is here."

"What is that thing you are holding in your hand?" "Yes, it is..." Liu Jian shook his hands, and what he was holding was not a small picture album, but a hot potato. "It's a picture album."

"Why don't you show it to mom!" the fat woman yelled again, Liu Jian could only hold the album with a bitter look on his face and handed it to the fat woman. He looked at the short hand that was stretched out.

, the emerald ring got stuck in the finger flesh, and I don’t know when it will be broken by the fat.

This is a must-have for otakus... Huh? Why did you change the name?

Liu Jian blinked and felt a little more at ease. Could it be that this was another false alarm?

"Hundred Flowers Album?" The old madam took the booklet and whispered. If the makeup on her face was wiped off, she should be regarded as a yesterday's flower with still charm. "Vulgar, but if you appreciate it carefully, it is a bit elegant."

"The handwriting is quite elegant," Miss Suisi said with a smile. Then a group of beautiful young girls behind her began to comment on the three small characters "juanxiu" on the cover of the booklet.

One said that he could write at such a young age, and another said that his handwriting was neat and charming; another girl asked Liu Jian if he could read, and of course the boy who graduated from college nodded confidently.

"Oh?" The old bustard looked the boy up and down and asked, "You can read and write at a young age, but someone teaches you?"

"No one taught me. I just looked at the calligraphy and paintings in the front hall and back yard and figured it out myself."

"You can read by thinking about it by yourself. What do you want the gentleman in the library to do?" A girl chuckled, and some people laughed and cursed a few times. "You are young, but your tone is not small."

"You can't learn this trick of deceiving people. What's wrong with your age."

"Men are born with this kind of virtue. They can deceive women regardless of their age."

"You will know if you are literate or not." Qingyin chuckled as she thought, but the girls around her stopped making noise. She took out her silk handkerchief from her sleeve, took two steps forward and handed it to Liu Jian who was standing on the bed.

."If you can recognize the three or five words above, it will be deemed that you are telling the truth. If not..."

The beautiful woman's angry and threatening expression made Liu Jian slightly stunned. Although he had been in this place of fireworks for more than half a month, he rarely saw this famous Qing Yin.

Taking the embroidered handkerchief, he knew it was fine silk. When he opened it carefully, he saw a small poem embroidered in the corner. Although he didn't understand what ancient calligraphy was beautiful, just looking at the elegant and handsome embroidered words made him feel very good.

Comfortable.

The characters were in traditional Chinese, and Liu Jian could recognize them clearly. There were two or three characters that he had never seen before, but he could probably guess them.

Liu Jian had never learned the pronunciation and pronunciation of classical Chinese. Although he still remembered the primary school teacher's head-shaking way of reciting, he didn't want to try it. He just chanted in a calm voice: "Follow the dream of a foreigner. I miss you but don't envy the immortals."

"Yes, I really know him." Miss Suisi was a little surprised. She looked at the young man carefully and saw that he was quite handsome with red face and white teeth.

Ignorant and frivolous, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Why, is he really literate?" The old woman beside the bed screamed repeatedly, "I raised him under my watch and no one taught him, how can he recognize these words?"

Liu Jian rolled his eyes secretly, isn't it great to be literate? He glanced at Die Wu and the boy beside the girl's skirt, feeling the admiration from these people, he couldn't help but feel disapproving. He is actually talented and smart, and he was born in Fengman.

Lou, it's a pity." The old madam smiled and sighed, opened the picture album in his hand, and asked again: "It is said to be an album of hundreds of flowers, but why are the pages in it all blank?"

"Blank?" Liu Jian, who had just relaxed, was a little worried again. This feeling of his life being held in the hands of others was difficult for him to get used to.

But when a person is under the eaves, he has to bow his head; since he is reincarnated in the land of a brothel, he can only use sweet words to protect himself. Look at the girls in our house, all of whom are beautiful and beautiful, so

I wanted to draw the graceful appearance of all the sisters in the album, so I named it Baihua Album."

Seeing the complacency and joy on the faces of the madam and the girls around him, Liu Jian breathed a sigh of relief again, and finally things were over.

"You can still paint?" Suisi whispered, which shocked the boy beside the bed. Girl, why are you so surprised? Liu Jian cupped his hand, "Of course you don't know how, but I'm thinking about it myself.

, maybe one day it will happen.”

The girls in the room were all laughing and laughing. They went back to the house to rest at the urging of the madam. They were still talking unconsciously. This was one of the few interesting things they had in their daily lives.

"Who would have thought that we, Fengmanlou, would also have a child prodigy."

"You are really smart. You can read and write by yourself."

"Maybe who taught me to please my mother."

As soon as Yingying Yanyan left, the big house seemed empty. Madam Wang's mother took two steps forward, handed the booklet to Liu Jian, and said with a smile: "Then you think about it carefully, if our Feng Manlou can

Having a painter can save my mother and me some money. "Zi Ding should work hard!" Liu Jian puffed out his little chest and made a loud statement. He borrowed the donkey from the slope and got a cheap deal. This skill can be learned without learning. "I have thought about becoming a painter early in the day.

, save money for our Fengmanlou."

"Oh, this little girl has such a sweet mouth and she really knows how to talk." Mother Wang pinched Liu Jian's face with her old hands covered with emerald pearls and jade rings. "If you want to learn to paint, just ask the girls if anyone is willing to teach you.

.”

Liu Jian put on a simple and honest smile, trying to arouse the old woman's maternal nature. This trick was indeed effective, and the madam rewarded him by asking the two old women to go to the kitchen to make some tonic lotus soup, which was considered a substantial reward for him.

Liu Jian sighed inwardly, it seemed that the road from young boy to turtle king was still very long.

But Wang Liu, I have remembered your hatred of the fall and the hatred of taking the silver. Let's ride on the donkey and read the songbook, and we'll see.

After everyone left and the tea was cooled, a few boys in the same room were left standing around Liu Jian asking questions. Because they learned that Liu Jian could read and write by himself, these children worshiped him as an idol.

Die Wu came forward to ask for the picture album again, but found that it was not the one he got in the dream, so Liu Jian let her play with it.

After dismissing these excited boys, he sat on the edge of the bed and exhaled a long breath. At first, he was frightened by himself and thought something supernatural had happened. But when he came back to his senses, he found that he was inexplicable.

Traveling through reincarnation is the real talk of gods and ghosts. I have a happy life.

With a few plates of snacks and a bowl of lotus seed soup, Liu Jian sat on the bunk and ate with his mouth full of fluids. This was one of the few delicacies he had eaten in more than 20 years.

Unhappily, I watched the boys in the same room swallowing their saliva. They tasted several plates of snacks one by one, licked the corners of their mouths, and pushed the plates and chopsticks towards them.

"This is what Mother Wang gave you," Little Mosquito swallowed, and his voice became as soft as a whisper. For some reason, as a boy, his speech confidence was worse than that of a woman, "We can't eat it."

"Whatever is given to me is mine. I have the final say. If we sleep in the same bunk, we will be blessed together." Before Liu Jian could say a few more words, several small paws had already separated several small plates.

Empty.

"He's still a kind and loving guy." The old lady beside him chuckled, but didn't say anything more. Liu Jian looked at Diewu who was sitting in the corner flipping through the "Hundred Flowers Book" and came over with the small bowl in hand.

"Here, here you go."

"What are you doing? My sister said that if you show your courtesy for nothing, you will be a thief or a thief."

"Forget it, oh, this is delicious lotus seed soup."

"Give me!"

"You don't want to do it?"

"I regretted it, couldn't I?"

"Okay, why not?"

Liu Jian chuckled and handed the porcelain bowl over, not forgetting to blow the hot air. Looking at the cheerful butterfly dancing with a jade spoon, Liu Jian felt a trace of warmth flowing through his body for some reason, and made her blush.

The little face is etched deep in my heart.
Chapter completed!