Chapter 142 The deep love between brother and sister when they meet again
"Ah?" Chen Xiang was afraid of dropping it, so he instinctively took it and weighed it with both hands.
Upon closer inspection, I saw a complicated peony flower carved in the middle of the red lacquered wooden box, and the words "Yan Hong Zhai" were engraved in a row of small characters in the lower left corner.
"This..." Chen Xiang held the legendary top-notch rouge and gouache box in the capital, not knowing what to do.
"Open it and take a look." Li Qingxian looked at his sister with a smile.
Chen Xiang looked at Li Qingxian and was stunned for a moment. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt that her little brother, whom she hadn't seen for only two months, had suddenly grown up and had more energy than before.
While sawing the bamboo tube, Chen Zhu said: "Qingxian is different. The head of the street patrol house is a seventh-grade official. Just like the county magistrate in his hometown, he was particularly enthusiastic when he saw me. He called me Brother Chen and personally sent a carriage.
Send me back."
Zhang Fang wiped her son's face carelessly, walked to Chen Xiang, stretched her neck to take a look, and said with wide eyes: "I know this peony, it belongs to Yan Hongzhai? This box, don't say anything..."
Zhang Fang didn't dare to say that number.
"It's... too expensive..." Chen Xiang slowly placed the rouge box on the table, but couldn't take his eyes away, her pretty face blushing slightly.
Zhang Fang said hurriedly: "Yes, don't open it, you can still return it..."
Li Qingxian stretched out his hand, clicked the seal, and opened the box.
The bright silver mirror treated with magic shines brightly on the lid of the box. In the exquisite two-layer box, there are rouge and gouache of different colors.
"Little brother..." Chen Xiang called softly.
Li Qingxian smiled and said: "I said I would give it to you, and I will give it to you."
"But this is too expensive..." Chen Xiang said coyly.
"Where's mine? Where's mine?" Chen Yuanpeng propped up the table and jumped up and down looking for it.
"this is yours!"
As Li Qingxian spoke, he took out a brown sheepskin jacket. The wool on the collar and cuffs was white and soft.
Chen Yuanpeng's eyes suddenly turned red. It was so hot in summer. He grabbed it and put it on.
Just after putting it on, sweat started to form on his forehead. Zhang Fang took it off and scolded: "Aren't you afraid of covering yourself with prickly heat? Let's wait until autumn. I'll wrap it up."
Chen Xiang looked at Li Qingxian with crooked eyebrows. Last winter, Chen Yuanpeng went out wearing a new cotton-padded jacket, but he ran back crying in a torn cotton-padded jacket. He said that he was laughed at by other children for not having a leather jacket to wear, and even scratched his cotton-padded jacket. He was so sad for three days.
Go out.
"I also went into the house, and there are some silks and satins."
The four of them entered the house. Chen Yuanpeng held on to the sleeves of his sheepskin jacket with his small hands, eager to wear it out now.
After crossing the threshold, there is a stove on one side of the central hall, which is dedicated to the Stove Lord, and tables and chairs on the other side.
The deepest part of the nave is dedicated to the God of Wealth, and there are incense burners and candles placed on the altar.
The four of them entered the east room where Zhang Fang and Chen Zhu lived. Li Qingxian waved his hand, and piles of linen cloth, silk and satin were piled together.
"Enough, enough, I can't use it, I really can't use it..." Aunt Zhang Fang hurriedly grabbed Li Qingxian's hand.
Chen Xiang also said: "The world is not good in this world. Even if silk is available, we don't dare to wear it."
"Tch, what's there to be afraid of?" The little boy stared at the sheepskin jacket and stroked it gently with his little hands.
"From now on, tell me everything you need at home. Come on, sister, put the rouge box away." Li Qingxian took the heavy rouge box, opened the curtain, walked to the west room, and put it on Chen Xiang's dressing table.
The room is a bit dark and the furnishings are old, but the mahogany dressing table was made by the carpenter Chen Zhu himself. It is particularly elegant and was originally used as a dowry.
A few days before Chen Xiang got married, the future groom who suffered from tuberculosis failed to survive, so Chen Xiang became Kefu's, and no one has dared to marry her to this day.
Chen Xiang is three years older than Li Qingxian, but as a poor child, he became a master early and has been very sensible since he was a child.
Li Qingxian's mother was frail and sick. When he was born, he was taken care of by his aunt, and when he was older, he was taken care of by Chen Xiang. Especially in the days after his mother's death, Li Qingxian almost always lived at his aunt's house, eating and sleeping with Chen Xiang.
There are three children in the family. Chen Yuanpeng was born late, and Chen Xiang and Li Qingxian have a closer relationship.
Chen Yuanpeng was jealous of Li Qingxian since he was a child, thinking that he had robbed his sister. He resisted many times for this matter, and only became honest after being suppressed by Li Qingxian.
Li Qingxian glanced at his beautiful sister, looked towards the east room, secretly took out two paper bags, and whispered: "I bought you your favorite mille-feuille, take out one to eat, and the other
Put it away secretly, eat it yourself if you want, and don't let Yuanpeng see it."
"Ah? Okay!" Chen Xiang also glanced at West House secretly, smiled sweetly, took a bag of mille-feuille pastries, wrapped it in cloth, turned around and tiptoed, stuffed it high in the closet, and covered it with clothes.
Chen Xiang turned around, the siblings looked at each other, smiled, and walked out of the house together.
Li Qingxian opened the paper bag, picked up a piece and handed it to Chen Xiang.
Holding Chen Xiang with one hand and holding it with the other, carefully put it into the cherry lips and bite it gently. It is crispy, fragrant, sweet and delicate.
"It's delicious." Chen Xiang said vaguely, chewed gently, and put the crumbs dropped on his left hand into his mouth.
"Thousand-feuille cake!" Chen Yuanpeng's eyes flashed and he screamed and rushed over. Li Qingxian smiled and raised it up. Chen Yuanpeng wiped his nose and jumped high to grab it.
After teasing for a while, Li Qingxian gave a few pieces of mille-feuille to Chen Yuanpeng, and handed the rest to Chen Xiang. Then he went to the east wing to get a hammer and nails. He glanced at Chen Xiang, saw Chen Xiang looking over, and walked towards the door.
Chen Xiang followed Li Qingxian.
After walking a few steps, Chen Xiang said: "Little brother, you have grown taller again."
As he spoke, he gestured with his hands and said, "The last time we met, he was only half a head taller than me, and now he suddenly looks like he's a head taller."
Li Qingxian smiled and said: "I entered the ninth level and my body has become stronger."
"Are you really like my grandpa, who learned fortune-telling?" Chen Xiang lowered his eyebrows slightly.
Li Qingxian smiled and said: "We are not the same thing. Grandpa didn't have the talent to survive, so he only stayed at the ninth level. I am only sixteen years old and have reached the ninth level. I have a long way to go."
"Yes, you must be better than grandpa." Chen Xiang sighed softly.
Li Qingxian asked in a low voice: "My grandpa used to trouble the family a lot, right? I didn't remember anything when I was a child, and I didn't ask about it when I grew up."
Chen Xiang glanced back, raised her legs and crossed the threshold, closed the door with a creak, and whispered: "It's all about Chen Sesame and rotten millet. My mother mentioned it a few times. Anyway, our family's money is all given to grandpa."
We failed. My grandpa was focused on cultivating his life at that time, and the family money was spent like water. He said he wanted to save the Mingsheng Sect, but in the end he failed. The old man also went, and things in the past are in the past."
"Yes, the past is in the past, and I have grown up. I will support our family from now on," Li Qingxian said.
Li Qingxian has always felt that his grandfather probably lost all his family wealth because of the destiny instrument.
Chen Xiang looked at Li Qingxian, who was both strange and familiar, and said with relief and distress: "Brother, you have really grown up. I'm afraid these days are not easy, right?"
Li Qingxian sighed and said: "These days are quite hard, but they also temper people. You see, I am very different now from before. Sister, don't worry from now on, I will never be the same again."
I am so sensible."
"Okay!" Chen Xiang nodded vigorously.
"This is the sign of Night Guard. Look where it is hung. With this thing, we can ensure that those gangsters don't dare to provoke you." Li Qingxian handed the iron sign to Chen Xiang.
"That's great..." Chen Xiang gently touched the iron plate and murmured to himself.
