He Zijin felt that Feng Yi was really worthy of being an age that even a dog disliked. Since mocking her for being fat, Feng Yi has also learned to nickname He Zijin without any advice, and it is called Xiao Fuqi.

He Zijin rolled his eyes for a long time, and he became happier and happier. He didn't feel ashamed, but rather proud.

A smart man like He, when Feng Yi called He Zijin a little blessing, he couldn't tell the depression in He Zijin's heart. Instead, he seemed to be possessed by his IQ, and said happily to Shen, "Ayi and Zijin are just getting along. They have had a good time last time. How many days after this time, Ayi is talking about Zijin."

Shen is worthy of He Zijin's biological mother. She just opened her mouth to open her mouth. She smiled and said, "That's right, Zijin, the wooden carved horse that sent Zijin when Ayi left last time, Zijin kept putting it in the house. Sometimes she secretly bragged to her friends about what happened to her cousin. It's funny to think about it." He Zijin admitted that the wooden carved horse was doing decorations, but she didn't brag about Feng Yi with her friends. Her mother is really...

He and Shen met as if they were close friends, and the more they talked, the more they became more and more speculative. Only He Zijin felt that she was a filial daughter, and it was also related to her mother's face, so she couldn't defend herself: She really didn't brag about Feng Yi! Who would do such a thing without IQ? Her mother is so exaggerated. No one with a little IQ will believe it, okay!

Unexpectedly, Feng Hei Pang believed that Feng He firmly believed that although cousin He liked to roll his eyes on his face, he was deeply admiring him behind his back. Therefore, Feng Hei Pang, who had a complacent face, became even more annoying.

What made He Zijin disagreed even later was the back. Feng Yi called her a little blessing, and the whole family was happy. She called Feng Yi and called Feng Hei Pang. Old Mother He scolded her first, and Shen also said that she was ignorant.

In addition to calling He Zijin a little lucky, Feng Yi also likes to rub her bag head, and he will never stop until he rubs it. There are also things like jumping down from the tree where He Zijin is the only way to scare He Zijin, pinching He Zijin's small round face, checking He Zijin's homework, deliberately saying that He Zijin is stupid, and other childish behaviors. He Zijin is too lazy to describe it in detail, and directly wrote a book called "A Collection of Dogs Deceived Childhood".

Fortunately, Feng Yi is not just a childish thing that even dogs think. Whenever he bullies He Zijin and He Zijin looks like crying, he will come up with various ways to coax He Zijin. Of course, the most useful thing is to buy all kinds of delicious food for He Zijin.

He Zijin, who has been like a person in his life and two lifetimes, can be forced to pretend to cry by a dog. It can be seen that Feng Hei Pang is so disgusted that He Zijin, who has never liked to go to school, wishes he could go to school every day.

Unexpectedly, since Feng Yi came, Mrs. He and Shen had a tacit understanding of asking He Zijin for leave and let He Zijin play with Feng Yi at home. Faced with such a depressed life, He Zijin had to be glad that she was not a real child. She knew that even if Feng Yi was more annoying now, it was just a must for a boy to grow up. He Zijin felt that his mind was open-minded. Although Feng Yi was more annoying now, she actually didn't care too much about Feng Yi.

The only thing that made He Zijin regret was that whenever she played with Feng Yi, the third girl was never involved. The third girl would rather do needles and thread quietly. Even if she talked to Feng Yi, she would still be polite and polite with her cousin. The third girl was so upright and serious, and Feng Yi looked like a cousin in front of the third girl. He Zijin thought about it. She also learned from the third girl to be upright and serious, so that she could cure Feng Yi's annoying disease. Who knew that the more upright and serious she was, the more Feng Yi liked to be disgusted, so that He Zijin looked in the mirror and studied her face. Did she write the three words "bully" on her face?

It is a disease to be disgusted.

It’s also a disease that bullies you.

何子衿想了半日想出个给冯翼治病的法子,如今她既不上学,也不一径在家与冯翼玩儿,免得冯翼总做出幼稚事来戏耍她.何子衿干脆下帖子请来何洛何涵与族中念书的小伙伴,备好茶水点心,摆好桌椅板凳,就在她的花房,弄个诗会啥的.

Because I have to grow flowers in the flower room, I have to cage a pot of charcoal every day to keep the temperature warmer than other places. He Zijin originally recommended himself as a judge, but Feng Yi was the first to dissatisfied, "You just learned to study and I was taught. You are a greedy little girl. Can you read poetry? Don't laugh at me."

He Zijin said, "You laughed at me and showed it to me, and I was so open-minded."

Feng Yi bared his teeth, revealing the position of the little tiger's teeth that had just fallen, and said, "This is what makes you laugh. Just open your eyes!"

Feng Yi is two years older than He Zijin. He has not changed his teeth for several years. He Zijin has also started changing teeth. According to He's aunt, He Zijin has changed teeth early. He Zijin glanced at Feng Yi and was too lazy to pay attention to him, and said, "I will find someone to convince you! Look at you being arrogant every day, and you also tell you that there are people outside of others and there is heaven!"

"Who are you looking for? Wouldn't you ask that He Luo to do the poem reviews on the palm of the world?" He was obviously the enlightenment of cousin He, but now people say that cousin He learned from He Luo when he started learning calligraphy. Which onion and garlic did He Luo steal his popularity? Before he saw him, Feng Yi was a little upset.

"Brother Luo is very knowledgeable, but you will definitely not accept me when I ask him to do the poetry meeting. Don't worry, I will definitely find someone who is convinced to be the palm of your hand." He Zijin continued to write an invitation with a quill pen.

Feng Yi leaned over and watched He Zijin write, and said, "Your method of writing with chicken feathers is pretty good. Although I have been studying for several years, my father hasn't asked me to take a pen. Sometimes I can write whatever I want."

These days, we don’t learn to write just by studying. Generally, children are early in their studies. However, they learn to write after at least eight years old. The main reason is to worry that the child is too small and the bones are too soft. They use the pen to practice calligraphy rashly, which will make it unbeautiful if they hurt their finger bones. So Feng Yifang said this. The reason why He Zijin tinted out the quill pen was because of this. Occasionally, when you need to write, you can write by yourself with a quill pen.

For this quill, He Zijin was twisted several times by He Han's big goose, and once again, he was twisted to his butt. He Zijin had to sleep on his stomach for several days, which was a bit embarrassing. But in such a difficult and difficult situation and no one understood that there were still people who opposed slander (mainly referring to He Lao Niang), He Zijin finally showed his wisdom for two lifetimes, and she tinked the quill!

Although no one appreciates it... her father always felt that this thing was not as good as a brush, and the words written were not as charming as the brush. More importantly, others wrote various types of wolf hair, pig hair, sheep hair, etc. If they were just a pen made by goose feather... Although He Gong was not the kind of person who wanted to save face, he still politely rejected his daughter's enthusiastic recommendation. So He Zijin had to admire herself lonely.

Now that he doesn't want to appreciate Feng Yi, He Zijin's face is quiet, and he is still a little proud. He feels that although Feng Yi is a fat man, he has good eyesight. Feng Yi not only has good eyesight, but he is very envious and asks, "Little blessing, please use it for me. I'll write posts for you, okay? I've read more books than you, and I recognize more words than you."

He Zijin didn't say it well, nor did she say it was bad. She just lifted her eyelids up and glanced at his father's inkstone and said, "It's gone."

Although Feng Hei Pang loves to bully people, he is still a bit smart. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and exposed his round wrist to grind the ink for He Zijin. While he grinds, he was still stupid. Because he had something to ask for, he didn't call He Zijin "little blessing", but said, "Sister, how old are you, you can still use your hands around the bush~"

He Zijin snorted and stretched out his little breasts, "If you don't like to grind, don't grind it. I didn't use you to grind the ink."

Feng Yi smiled and replied, "Yes, you didn't command me, I'm willing to do it, right!"

"It's hard to force it." He Zijin wrote several posts, and Feng Yi was a little anxious, "Do you ask me to use your chicken pen to make it happen?"

"This is called a quill pen, don't be ignorant." After correcting Feng Yi, He Zijin wrote the post and handed him the pen, "You can write it, you have to be gentle, don't use any force, otherwise you should break the tip of the pen."

"I know." Feng Yi arched He Zijin from the chair and sat down by himself. He took a piece of paper from He Zijin's remaining paper and thought about copying a poem from the Book of Songs. Just as he was about to see the words he wrote for He Zijin, He Zijin counted the posts he wrote, took off the small wooden seal of Huanghuali hanging from his neck, pressed the ink paste one by one, and called Cui'er in to deliver the posts.

Feng Yi asked, "Sister, do you have any other printing? I think what is it engraved?" He leaned over and looked at it for a long time but couldn't understand it. He asked, "Is this a word?"

"I can't tell this, stupid!" He Zijin finally had the opportunity to say that Feng Yi was stupid once, and he felt relieved. Feng Yi looked at the graphics printed on the invitation carefully and said very realistically, "It really doesn't look like a word, but it looks like a little pig."

"It was originally a pig, I was a pig. This is my birthday gift given to me by my uncle. This is not an ordinary pig. It was my uncle who found good wood and specially carved it into a seal for me. Is it beautiful?" He Zijin said quite complacently.

Feng Yi held his laughter and nodded, "Well, it looks better than the pigs in ordinary pigpens."

"What do you know? This is a little lucky pig." He Zijin gave the little pig printed on his home a very auspicious name. Who knew that when Feng Hei Pang heard it, he almost laughed and shook, "It's really like a person. I think you're just a little lucky pig. Tsk, especially your fat spirit, very much."

He Zijin handed the invitation to Cui'er to run errands, glared at Feng Yi fiercely, and saw that there was no one in the house, he said, "Feng Hei Fat Feng Hei Fat Feng Hei Fat Feng Hei Fat!" As a legendary female paper, even if she lived for two lifetimes, even if she felt very well-educated, He Zijin could not stand Feng Yi's slutty mouth like this, okay? If she hadn't grown up yet, she would have to force Feng Yi to be violent!

The two of them talked a few words about the word "fat". Feng Yi was very dissatisfied with He's cousin calling him Feng Hei-fat, and He Zijin was also annoyed Feng Yi to say that she was 100 fat every day. After turning against each other for the time being, He Zijin went directly to talk to Feng Yi's father, Uncle Feng. Of course, with He Zijin's wisdom in his life for two lifetimes, she complained from the beginning. She solemnly handed over the post she wrote to Uncle Feng. Uncle Feng only has sons at home, but several nieces. She was very happy to see He Zijin's round and likable little girl. After receiving the small post, she didn't read it immediately, and asked, "What is this?"

"An invitation to my uncle." He Zijin said seriously, "I know many friends who can study. It is rare for my cousin to come back and forth. I want to introduce my cousin to my friends. Because everyone is a student, I plan to hold a poetry meeting in the future. I was originally from the recommendation hall, but my cousin disagreed and said that I was not as good as him in school. I wanted to ask my uncle to be the palm hall. Then we will make poetry and my uncle will help me comment. OK? My uncle is the most knowledgeable at home."

Uncle Feng held back his laughter, "How old are you, can you write poetry?"

"Everyone can recite the poems of Qianjia, and even the mistakes can be made. Uncle, you won't look down on us young people, right?"

Uncle Feng tapped his palm with the invitation and smiled at He Zijin's intentions, "It's useless to provoke him." I think she is a little child who is still very conscientious. The more this happens, Uncle Feng wants to tease her.

He Zijin thought about it, took out a piece of milk candy from his little purse, put it in Uncle Feng's palm, blinked and acted cute, "I'm invited to eat it, my cousin often said that he was short-speaking."

Uncle Feng just teased her and took away the nougat and laughed, "Since I have taken Zijin's things, of course I have to go."

He Zijin thanked him politely and said, "I have something I want to discuss with my uncle."

Uncle Feng couldn't stand He Zijin's age as an adult, but he smiled in his stomach, but he didn't show it on his face, and he took it seriously, "What's wrong with the niece? Just say it."

He Zijin bulged his cheeks, "Uncle, do you think I'm fat?"

Uncle Feng laughed and shook his head, "It's a little round, so you can't be fat."

"My cousin said that I am a hundred fat one day. Uncle, do you think this is right?" He Zijin blinked his big eyes and said seriously, "I think it is not conducive to the harmony between our brother and sister. Uncle, are you right?"

Uncle Feng was about to laugh and nodded, and he looked serious, "Yes."

"Can you please tell me about my cousin? Don't always say that I am fat. I feel like I am fat every day when I look in the mirror. Look, I have an illusion because of my cousin. I think this is not good."

Uncle Feng deliberately sank his face and said, "Don't worry, niece, I will tell you about Ayi."

With uncle Feng's majesty, He Zijin felt that complaining was a waste of character. Feng Yi was at the age of naughty and was actually pretty good. He Zijin complained, but the Virgin Mary had an attack and was worried that Feng Yi would be punished, so he still suggested, "Don't scold my cousin, he treats me well, but he always says I'm not fat. My uncle, just talk about my cousin in a tactful way."

Uncle Feng looked selfless and said more and more, "If my niece hadn't pleaded with the evil one, I would have to swell his butt!"

“不成不成!”何子衿连忙道,“小孩子可不能打,你得讲道理.只在外头的莽汉才动不动就打人呢,像姑丈这样博学多才的人,自然是以理服人.你以理服人,表哥才是真正的心服口服,比那揍出来的服气可有用多了.而且,现在姑妈要生小弟弟了,以前你们就表哥一个孩子,两个人一起疼他,如今有了小儿子,用在表哥身上的注意力就分散了.你还得多疼疼他,叫他知道即使有了小儿子,也最疼他.表哥才能爱护弟弟.姑丈,你说对不对?”

Uncle Feng felt that He Zijin was as funny as Little Princess He continued to tease her and said, "I really can't tell, Zijin, you are not old and you know a lot."

He Zijin sighed slightly, "Because I have a younger brother, I empathize with my cousin."

Uncle Feng smiled, "I understand. I will do what Zijin said."

He Zijin said, "Eat mutton pot tonight, and I will invite my uncle to eat the small vegetables I grow."

"Oh, Zijin can grow vegetables at such a young age?" Uncle Feng felt that this niece was so funny, and he said that his son always teased her.

He Zijin also pretended to be humble and said, "It's normal."

Uncle Feng led He Zijin to say something for a long time before He Zijin said goodbye.

In the evening, Uncle Feng discussed with his son that his son always likes to tease his cousin.

As a father, Uncle Feng felt it was necessary to correct his son's outlook on life and said, "If you like to play with other girls, you should say something that they like to hear. How can they always be fat?"

"My sister is fat. Look at how round her face is. It's like my favorite three-fresh small buns. It's so flick and soft when I pinch it." Feng Yi had a good relationship with his parents, and he always said whatever he said. He smiled, "Also, when I pinched my sister's face, she rolled her eyes and glared at me, and even hit me with her hand."

Uncle Feng: Please don’t say that people will show off such a useful look when they hit you? I want to slap you in the face.

Uncle Feng continued to ask his silly son, "Doesn't it hurt to hit you?"

"Fortunately, it hurts a lot sometimes." Feng Yi was fatter. It was his mother who raised him well. After all, he was not an iron man. Of course he knew it hurt when he was beaten. He said, "But my sister's eyes are big, especially when she turned her eyes on me, I wanted to laugh, and I didn't feel it hurt."

Uncle Feng teased He Zijin for an afternoon and started teasing his son again, "Then I will beat you up next time and roll my eyes and roll you a few times. I guess you won't feel any more pain."

Feng Yi was dissatisfied, "Dad, can this be the same? Look at my sister, round and beautiful, like tofu, and she glared at me, I would rather be beaten by her twice. Dad, you are so old, like an old cucumber..." Before he finished speaking, his father knocked on the forehead with a slanted finger.

Feng Yi rubbed his forehead and complained, "Is it still possible to tell the truth!"

冯姑丈深觉何子衿告状有理,训儿子,“你有个甚的实话!你看看你表妹,比你还小两岁,乖巧又可人疼!”他像老黄瓜吗?他还没到而立之年好不好!青嫩的很!哪怕像黄瓜也不是老的那拨!混账小子,一点儿眼力都没有!

Feng Yi didn't notice that his father was hurt, and he kept giggling and sharing his cousin's cuteness with his father. "Or what I like to play with my sister, don't look at her young age, she loves to pretend to be a little adult. Especially when she talks when she pretends to be a little adult, I want to laugh so hard, but I'm afraid that she can't be embarrassed to laugh."

"Sister wants face. I have never seen any girl who loves face like her sister." When she talked to her father about her sister, Feng Yi was tired after playing for a day and yawned, "It's a pity that my mother is pregnant with her younger brother. If she gave birth to a sister like her cousin, I will take her to play with her every day."

He sat on the couch and listened to the father and son talking, saying to his son, "Don't always tease your sister, girls' home, who would be happy to be fat? You won't be allowed to say this again in the future."

"Mom, I said my cousin was fat in the morning, and my cousin was like this, so I smelled a little face. In the afternoon, she became fat, and her face became bulging, like a little frog. When I said that she was fat in the evening, she would be fat, and her two big eyes seemed to be about to spit fire, and the whole fire-breathed small bun was so hot that I like to tease her!" Feng Yi said while learning, but it was hard for him to learn it vividly.

Before Mrs. He could not help but laugh before she could tell her son again, Uncle Feng couldn't help laughing and said, "That girl Zijin is indeed popular."

He held his forehead, "You are really father and son!"

Uncle Feng said, "The girl said she wanted to organize a poetry meeting and asked me to be the palm of the world."

Feng Yi said "ah", never expecting, "Where did my cousin hire my father?"

Uncle Feng, "What's wrong with asking me? I can't make a palm."

"That's not. Just dad, you are the palm of your hand, so why can't I get the first place?" Feng Yi said, "How could you always put me first?" His dad was a Jinshi, so this is too useless.

Uncle Feng is not a strict father, but he has always been meticulous in his knowledge. He said, "You are naturally the first in the good poems you write. You must not be successful. Others are not blind. If you judge you first against your conscience, it will be a bad reputation."

Feng Yi was dissatisfied, "I thought I had read a few books, but I was afraid that you would be too humble, so I humbled me together."

Uncle Feng, "Tomorrow, I will not listen to these nonsense. You go and rest, your mother and I will rest."

Feng Yi pouted, "One day, I will call you dad and open your eyes!"
To be continued...