Chapter 39 My brother will be called Jiang Xingchen
When Jiang Xingchen rushed home, it was just after noon. As soon as he opened the courtyard door, he smelled a burning smell.
"Huh?" Jiang Xingchen was a little surprised, but he understood immediately and strode to the kitchen. No need to ask, the little girl was cooking again.
Pushing open the kitchen door, Jiang Xingchen saw Meier clumsily kneading dough, with a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead. On the stove next to her, there were three irregularly shaped flatbreads, but they were burnt black.
Everywhere was obviously burnt.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Meier turned around, saw Jiang Xingchen, and asked in surprise: "Brother, why are you back so early today?"
"The things are done, of course I'm back!" Jiang Xingchen closed the door behind his back, walked up to Mei'er, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and said: "Didn't I leave you money and food? Why do you still need it?
Cook! It’s such a cold day, and you don’t know how to pay attention. You’re already sweating. What if you get irritated by the cold wind?”
"Brother, my illness has been cured and there is nothing wrong with my health...Brother will earn money outside to support the family in the future. Don't be busy when you come back. Mei'er can do all the work at home!" Mei'er smiled a little guilty and whispered.
said.
"Who said your body is fine? Don't worry about it if you feel fine. Uncle Xiang said your body needs a long time to recuperate... You can do all the work at home, can you cook too?"
Jiang Xingchen was scolding, but his hand gently stroked Mei'er's head, and his eyes showed distress. He knew very well what the little girl was thinking, whether she was joking with him or doing housework, in the final analysis, it was all for
To increase her sense of existence, she was afraid that she would lose the meaning of existence in this family.
The root of all this is her sensitive heart. Years of loneliness have made her always unconsciously express herself in front of Jiang Xingchen, and she has even formed a habit...
Hearing her brother talk about cooking, Mei'er glanced at the baked pancakes on the stove, her face turned red, she lowered her head and muttered: "I'm just learning..." In the past three years, I was the one cooking.
Woolen cloth……"
Jiang Xingchen knelt down, pinched Mei'er's increasingly fair face, and said softly: "In the past three years, Mei'er has been taking care of her brother! When her brother was injured after taking fake medicine, Meier would sleep on the ground and turn the bed
Let a brother go out to work hard to earn money. Your illness is caused by being so cold and tired... Now that Mei'er is sick, of course it's your brother's turn to take care of you! If you really want to take care of the family, then
Completely recover from your illness, and then whatever you want to do, my brother will support you!"
Listening to Jiang Xingchen's words, Mei'er's eyes became redder and redder, and tears fell unconsciously.
"Why are you crying? Is it because the food you cooked is not good... Let me try it!" Jiang Xingchen gently wiped away the little girl's tears with his thumb, then picked up a piece of cake, tore a piece and put it in his mouth.
inside.
"Hmm~ Although it doesn't look good, it tastes good! It's much better than the uncooked one you gave me last time!" Jiang Xingchen showed a satisfied look, chewed hard, then tore off a piece and put it in his mouth.
Mei'er stopped her tears, blinked her eyes, looked at the blackened pancake, and then at Jiang Xingchen who was chewing hard, showing a puzzled expression, then slowly reached out her hand, gently tore off a small piece and put it on the
In the mouth!
"Bah, bah, bah..." Mei'er grabbed the cake in Jiang Xingchen's hand and said loudly: "Brother, don't eat it!"
"Haha, little girl, stop crying!" Jiang Xingchen said with a smile.
"Disgusting!" Meier gently hit Jiang Xingchen's arm like a baby, then jumped forward, hugged his neck tightly, and rested her chin on his shoulder.
In order to comfort her, her brother ate the bitter pancake, which really moved her. The emotions in her heart surged and she vented them out in this way.
Jiang Xingchen froze for a moment, then closed his arms and hugged Mei'er's small body...
After a long while, Jiang Xingchen patted Mei'er and whispered: "Brother, let me show you something!"
"What?" Meier didn't seem to hear clearly and left Jiang Xingchen's arms, looking at him doubtfully.
Then, a light yellow sign appeared in front of her eyes, with four words clearly written on it, Third Class Baron.
"This is..." Mei'er's pupils suddenly shrank, her eyes opened wider and wider, and the expression of joy accumulated on her face.
"Brother has developed a method of suturing wounds and has made a great contribution to the empire. He has been promoted two levels in a row! This is a temporary identity card given to my brother by the Marquis of Dingbei. In ten days, it will be official during the New Year's song and dance preliminaries.
Confirm your brother’s identity as a third baron.”
"Brother! Does this mean that we..." Meier's thinking was a little slow at this time. She slowly reached out to take the identity card, stared at the four words, and touched it gently, as if she was afraid that it was a dream.
"That's right! We are almost getting our territory back, we just have one step left!" Jiang Xingchen confirmed.
"Great!" Meier cheered, and her whole body was enveloped in joy. Only then did she fully confirm that this was not a dream, and that her brother had really received the title.
Thinking of her brother's promise to her when she was seriously ill, the little girl couldn't help hugging Jiang Xingchen again and cried with joy. She was still holding the temporary identity tag tightly in her hand, as if she was holding on to the most precious thing, for fear that she would lose it if she let go.
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"Hey!" Jiang Xingchen blinked, a little surprised: "Why didn't the little girl have convulsions this time!"
After a long time, Mei'er slowly calmed down and found herself lying in her brother's arms. She blushed, smiled sheepishly, stood up quickly, and then happily took her ID card and looked at it carefully.
But when she changed the ID card to the front, her face suddenly froze and she asked in panic: "Brother, this brand is not yours?"
"Who says it's not the case? My brother just changed his name!" Jiang Xingchen said very calmly.
"Change the name!" Mei'er was a little confused and asked: "Why?"
"Because I like the stars in the sky, I changed my name to Jiang Xingchen!"
"Liar! When I asked my brother to watch the stars with me before, you said you hated the stars the most!"
Jiang Xingchen's head was suddenly full of black lines. He didn't know that such a thing had happened before.
"I didn't like it before, but now I like it! You have already said that I have become different from before... Little girl, remember, my brother will be called Jiang Xingchen from now on!" Unable to find an excuse for a while, Jiang Xingchen said
He found a far-fetched reason and used an extremely strong tone.
"That's it!" The strange thing is that Mei'er didn't ask further questions. Instead, she showed a sweet smile and her eyes curled up: "Did brother know that Mei'er likes to look at the stars, so he changed his name..."
"That's right!" Jiang Xingchen said hesitantly.
"Hehe, brother is so nice!" Meier smiled sweetly, and her eyes began to shine again.
Seeing the little girl like this, Jiang Xingchen hurriedly took a step back and said, "Okay, brother, let's cook. After eating, I will take you to a song and dance performance!"
"Oh!" Mei'er didn't seem to hear Jiang Xingchen's words, still holding her identity card and laughing. It took at least a minute before she realized: "Ah! Watching a song and dance performance, really?"
"False!" Jiang Xingchen pretended to be angry, hit her on the head lightly, got up and went to the stove to cook.
Mei'er puffed up her little face, stuck out her tongue at Jiang Xingchen's back, and then happily walked next to him and watched him cooking carefully.
"By the way, where are Qian Feng and Zhou Xiong?" Jiang Xingchen suddenly remembered that he didn't see them at the door.
"It was such a cold day. I thought it was too cold to stand at the door, so I invited them inside!"
"This girl..." Jiang Xingchen couldn't help but reached out and rubbed her head.
"Ah! Brother, your hands are full of noodles..." The little girl screamed, hurriedly avoided it, lowered her head and patted the top of her head. Jiang Xingchen laughed...
After a while, the flatbread was baked, Jiang Xingchen and Meier left the kitchen and returned to the room.
As soon as he entered the room, Jiang Xingchen was stunned. Qian Feng and Zhou Xiong were working together. They were so focused that no wonder they didn't hear such a loud noise in the kitchen.
"Cough!" Jiang Xingchen coughed heavily, which woke the two of them up.
"Master Jiang, you're back so early!" The two people stood up quickly, with panic on their faces. Sun Sanqiang asked them to come here to obey his orders, but they ended up having fun. If this dissatisfied Master Jiang, they would be in trouble.
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"It's okay!" Jiang Xingchen waved his hand and greeted the two of them: "Let's eat the freshly baked cakes together. Let's go out after eating!"
"Alas!" Seeing that Jiang Xingchen was not angry, the two of them hurriedly responded. In fact, a large part of the reason why they were so bold was because they knew that Jiang Xingchen had a good temper.
After dinner, Qian Feng and the others set up a carriage and took Jiang Xingchen and Meier straight to the singing and dancing venue.
The singing and dancing venue is the largest building in Hongyuan City. It can accommodate a thousand people. It took the most famous architectural family in the empire two years to build it. It is located between the aristocratic area and the north of the city where mercenaries gather. Jiang Xingchen was once far away.
Saw it from afar.
When I arrived at the venue, I saw that the show had just begun. They were two song and dance groups formed by students from the Imperial College. They were not very famous, and the ticket price was not very high, just one topaz coin.
After buying a ticket and entering, Jiang Xingchen was surprised to find that there were quite a few people watching the song and dance performance, and at least 80% of the seats in the venue were occupied.
At the very front, it looked like a stage, nearly two meters above the ground, with several women singing and dancing on it.
After finding her seat, the little girl looked very excited, her eyes fixed on the stage.
Jiang Xingchen frowned. They arrived late and were seated relatively far back. In a place with nearly a thousand people, they could no longer hear what was being sung on the stage.
After watching for a while, Jiang Xingchen fell asleep. The performances of several women were similar to those rehearsed by Wanrou. Although the dance movements were different, the basic postures remained the same. Although the singing tunes were different, the same
There was no feeling, and since he was in the back row, it sounded like meaningless moaning.
For two full months, the two song and dance troupes took turns to appear. After each performance, there was a round of applause. The little girl also clapped along excitedly, and then watched carefully.
Although Jiang Xingchen found it boring, it was enough for Meier to look happy. It was meant to make the little girl happy.
After the performance, as they were riding back in the carriage, the little girl was still excited and her face was red. She was chattering to Jiang Xingchen about which song and dance program was the best and which dance was the most beautiful.
Jiang Xingchen curled his lips and said, "What's so good about this? My brother will act for you later. He's much better than them!"
When Mei'er heard this, her eyes widened and she said in surprise: "Brother, the songs and dances are all performed by girls!"
"Uh!" Jiang Xingchen was stunned for a moment, and asked a little nonchalantly: "Isn't there a male actor?"
"Yes!" Mei'er nodded and said, "All song and dance troupes have no men. Think about it, can men dance beautifully?"