"Big brother."

"How could you be here?"

"Big brother coughs, is this sick?"

"I suffered some cold, it was fine."

"Brother, you should take good medicine when he is sick. My grandfather said that good medicine is good for the disease. I hate taking medicine, but for the sake of health, I have good medicine now. If my elder brother thinks the medicine is bitter, you can take two candied dates."

"Little girl, what are your name?"

"My name is Hanyu."

"Han, jade?"

"Well, brother, where are you?"

"My surname is Zhao and my courtesy name is Runlin."

"Brother Lin, then we will meet."

"Brother Lin, you have to take good medicine so that your illness will be cured."

A hair-haired girl and a young man in white are clearly her childhood memories.

It turned out that they had known each other so early.

After taking a nap, she actually dreamed of the scene from childhood.

Those hazy memories that made her forget seemed to be related to him.

She slowly opened her eyes, but her body did not move at all.

Years have passed, years have passed, and things have changed over the years.

When I was young and ignorant, I didn’t know what it was, but it was the time when the cause was born.

As soon as I held the breeze, I felt a chill, and a folding fan was still shaking slowly in front of me.

She raised her hand and was about to hold the gently shaking hand.

"woke up?"

The purpose of raising her eyes was to see a familiar person. She bent her eyebrows and responded gently, "Yes."

"It will arrive before dark. Do you want to sleep for a while?"

"I won't sleep anymore." She sat down, "I'll be more energetic after sleeping for a while."

While speaking, he had already taken the folding fan back from his hand.

“Isn’t it hot?”

"When I was asleep, my brother Lin kept fanning me. Wouldn't you be tired?"

"It's okay." He answered slightly.

"No matter what, you are the master now, you can't let me fan the little one." She laughed, "Master, rest, little one serve you."

While she raised her eyebrows and smiled, her eyes were full of cleverness.

"Don't be tired, I'm not hot." Zhang Junyan smiled slightly.

Although this face cannot be seen as her, it always feels extremely vivid.

"Okay!" She put away the folding fan and tapped it lightly on her palm. "Master Chanyin has countless lectures, and has great teachings. She is admired by others, but she never knows that she is proficient in Yixue?"

"Not many people know about this."

Even if not many people know about it, it must have been something that has not been spread.

"I have been unwilling to listen to the sutras since I was a child. When I returned to the capital, I must listen to Master Chanyin's Dharma Assembly if I have the chance."

Because she was reborn, she had a childhood idea of ​​going against the will of heaven, so she was unwilling to pray to God and Buddha. But now when she heard Zhao Xian say this, she felt that Master Chanyin must not be a simple person and worth seeing.

"I've returned to the capital and I'll introduce you to Master Chanyin."

She nodded obediently, "Okay." She said again, "Why do you mention that, is there any reason?"

"You will know in the future." His eyebrows seemed to be tired.

Seeing that he stopped mentioning it, she felt bored and couldn't bear to disturb him to rest, so she could only stop talking.

In the hot summer, the car still felt stuffy. Yan Hanyu couldn't help but rolled up her sleeves, which made her feel a little more pleasant.

Looking up at him again, his eyes were closed on his fair and smooth face, and there was no trace of sweat on his white face, as if this heat wave had no effect on him at all.

With a handsome face and gentle temperament, I always feel that the men in front of me will attract attention wherever they go. They are just easy to travel, and even the car is replaced with inconspicuous donkey carts. But even so, they cannot hide the innate nobleness under his clothes.

With a cool hand, Yan Hanyu lowered her eyebrows, a hint of embarrassment flashed through her eyes, her head tilted, and she obediently leaned on his shoulder.

The scorching sun is like fire, and the green trees are green.

The red dates are like agate hanging tightly on the branches, and the bent branches can be picked with just reaching out.

The young man in blue stood on tiptoe, raised his head, raised his hand, picked one after another, and didn't care about anything else and stuffed it into his mouth.

Accompanied by the noisy cicadas, the ripe dates fell from the branches and fell to the ground.

The boy seemed to have been hungry for many days, and he ate happily, almost swallowing his food, stuffing it one by one into his mouth. He didn't notice that a woman on the other side looked over here, then put down the basket in her hand, found a wooden stick from the side, and approached him.

"Steal my jujube, let me tell you my family!"

The sudden sound shocked the boy. The white face was still bulging at the moment, and his eyes looked at him in a loud voice.

I saw the woman with a narrow forehead and big face, wide shoulders and fierce momentum, rolled up her sleeves and a wooden stick in one hand, strode wide.

The boy hurriedly covered his mouth, lowered his head and spitted at the side, then waved his hand, "I'm not a thief..."

It was time to explain, and as the stick was raised, the boy was hit on his arm, and he couldn't even dodge.

"Ah!" screamed.

The boy was angry, his face turned red, and he covered his arms and asked, "Why are you hitting someone!"

"You are a little-faced person. I think you are like a scholar. You are actually stealing things. My mother beats you like you!"

"Isn't this tree grown here just for people to pick and eat it!"

"This is my date tree. This piece is all trees planted by my family, so you can eat it secretly!"

The woman no longer gave him any reason to quibble, raised the stick and wanted to beat him again.

The boy was not willing to let her continue to beat him, and ran away, shouting while running away, "I'm hitting someone! I'm hitting someone!"

The woman chased her relentlessly, "Steal, don't run away!"

The boy was ineffective and hurriedly said, "Stop chasing me, I'll give you money!"

When the woman heard that she gave silver, she stopped behind her waist with her waist on her back.

The boy bent over and stopped in front, gasping for breath, his chest was so stuffy and very hot that he almost vomited all the dates he had eaten.

"Give me money, I'll let you go!"

The boy turned his head and pointed to the stick in the woman's hand, "Don't throw the stick first, and I'll give it to me!"

"Boy, don't do anything in front of me." The woman didn't breathe, and knocked the stick in her hand to the ground vigorously, let go of her hand, and the wooden stick fell aside.

When the boy saw that she had lost the stick in her hand, he raised his head, "Do you say it is your date tree, is that your date tree? The tree is engraved with your name? Or will you say that if you call it, it will promise you?"

"Hey? I've never seen you a slut!" The woman bent over and picked up the stick.

"Hey hey!" The boy stopped busy, "I didn't say I wouldn't give money, I just tried to reason with you."

"You guy is just a slut, so I won't reason with you. Today I will either give money or give me a few sticks to learn a lesson."

"I'll give money, I'll give money." The boy touched his waist, and a green purse was empty.

He looked up, but saw the woman looking at her without blinking.

"That...aunt..."

"Who is your aunt!" The woman's voice was thunderous.

"Big, big sister." The young man stuttered even when he spoke, "I came from the capital. Because I met a thief on the road, half of the money was stolen. Later, he helped two poor people, so..."

"ah!"

Halfway through the words, the boy turned around and ran away.

Because the woman chased after her with a stick.
Chapter completed!