Fox Road Travel Notes

The girl wiped her face with a towel and looked at the young monk with big tearful eyes.

"Master, I'm not a beggar. How can I ask for your monk's money?"

"I know you are a good person, just take me back to Huaiqing Mansion."

"If you leave, what will I do if I meet a bad person alone?"

"What should I do if I encounter a wolf..." As he said this, he started crying aggrievedly.

Monk Tong scratched his head hard, and when he turned around and was about to speak, Guo'er was already shaking Wang Heming's arm: "Brother, can we take this sister with us?"

"It's enough to fit in the car, and the buckle only takes up a little space."

"Master, Master, get up quickly!"

Wang Heming looked at her with a smile: "Kuan'er said it's okay, then that's okay."

"Let Zican sleep, don't make trouble with him."

Kuan'er cheered, stretched his head out of the car window, and waved: "Sister, come up, we can fit in the car!"

After saying that, he opened the car door and turned around to put all the suitcase cages away.

Chen Zican sighed softly and muttered something in his throat.

He got up and sat next to Wang Heming, leaning against the wall of the carriage and continuing to take a nap.

Wang Heming patted him: "How about you sleep against me?"

Chen Zican curled his lips and said, "Tong Sange is lucky and picked up a clever wife on the road."

"Please help me take a look. If it's suitable, I'll match them up..."

At this time, the girl had already got into the carriage.

Wang Heming was so embarrassed that he quickly "shushed" and lowered his voice: "Zi Can, I'm a girl, so don't talk nonsense."

Chen Zican chuckled lightly and closed his eyes.

The girl looked a little shy when she saw two young men sitting in the car.

Without hesitation, he gave Wang Heming and Chen Zican a blessing.

Wang Heming nodded: "Girl, please sit down, you're welcome."

Kou'er helped her sit down: "Sister, don't be afraid, he is my brother, and the one sleeping is my young master."

"They are all good people, the best people in the world. That brother of yours is really - hum!"

The girl nodded and glanced at Wang Heming and Chen Zican.

Biting his lip, he said, "Thank you two young masters and this little sister."

"When I return to Huaiqing Mansion, I will definitely ask my parents to repay you well."

"You guys have come a long way, right?"

Kuan'er hummed: "Sister, just go home as soon as possible. Don't let your parents worry."

The girl also said "Yeah": "You are really good people!"

"When you get to Huaiqing Mansion, if you can't find a good place to stay, then stay at my house."

"Although my family is poor, my parents are the most hospitable."

"Sister, what does your family do?" Kuan'er became curious.

"Well——, my father is a salesman, and my mother and I work as female celebrities on weekdays to support our family."

"Really, sister, are you very skillful with your hands?"

The girl took out a sachet from her arms, with lotus embroidered on the front and bats on the back.

"Look, I embroidered this."

Holding the buckle in my hand, I saw the fine workmanship and liked it very much.

The girl said: "Little sister, I will give this to you. My nickname is Lotus. What about you?"

Kou'er blurted out: "My name is Kou'er, um, my surname is Wang..."

"Ah, my surname is Wang too. What a coincidence. Do you think we are destined to be together?"

The two little girls became happier and happier as they chatted, chattering as close as sisters.

Kou'er did not forget that according to the agreement, his brother was a businessman and would wait for the caravan at Huaiqing Mansion to go to Xichuan.

Soon it was noon, and Kou'er said, "Sister, are you hungry?"

"I have some pastries here. My brother bought them for me. Do you want to eat them?"

"Oops, I almost forgot-" Lotus screamed.

She opened the white cloth covering the basket, and underneath was a stack of baked yellow pancakes in a wooden box.

She took out one and gave it to Kuan'er: "Sister Kuan'er, try it."

"This is a pancake I baked before leaving home to eat on the road. There's a lot of brown sugar in it!"

Kou'er has always had a special affection for cakes.

She took it and smelled it with a smile: "It smells so good, sister, you are so capable, you can do everything!"

Lotus herself picked up one and took a bite.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he blushed and put the cake he had taken a bite on in his lap.

He took out another one from the basket and gave it to Wang Heming: "Son, brother, you, you can try a piece too."

"When we get home, I'll kill a chicken for you..."

Wang Heming smiled. He had a good impression of this simple and enthusiastic girl, so he took it and said, "Thank you very much!"

Hehua's face turned red again, and she looked at Chen Zican, who was leaning against the carriage, squinting and looking at him lazily.

He hesitated and took out another one: "Brother, are you hungry?"

"Here you go, eat it quickly, it's delicious..."

Chen Zican showed eight snow-white teeth, smiled innocently, and said sweetly: "Thank you, sister, I love sugar cookies the most!"

Kuan'er rolled her eyes at him and said to herself, "It's weird that you like to eat!"

Of course Lotus didn't forget to give a piece to the kind-hearted boy monk.

Monk Tong took it from the car window and looked at the girl's delicate face, with frightened eyes like a deer, and actually smiled softly.

"Well, sugar cookies are good, I love sugar cookies too!"

Frightened, Hehua quickly retracted her head.

Chen Zican squinted at Monk Tong with a smile that could scare a child to tears, and muttered in his heart: Bah, it's weird that you like to eat sugar cookies!

Watching Monk Tong grab the cake and stuff it into his big mouth, Chen Zican shouted: "Third Brother, look, is there anyone selling tea nearby?"

"I want to eat cake, but my throat is so dry that it's on fire..."

When he shouted, Monk Tong also felt thirsty.

He looked around and said with a smile: "There is a tea shed on the roadside ahead."

"Wait a minute, take two more steps, and I'll get you a pot of tea."

Chen Zican said "Yeah": "Third brother, don't be too busy eating."

"Wait a minute, drink some tea, otherwise you'll burp and fart."

Monk Tong was stunned and said "Oh".

Does the little fairy care about me?

There seems to be something wrong with this matter...

How could Chen Zican care about him? What he cared about was the silly Kou'er.

Kou'er had just put the sugar cake to his mouth, and when he heard Chen Zican's words, he put the sugar cake down again.

Frowning, he glared at Chen Zican and muttered: "I'm eating, and you're talking nonsense again..."

However, the young master is right, he is indeed a little thirsty...

The carriage stopped. Chen Zican opened the door, jumped out of the car, and said to Monk Tong: "Third brother, thank you for your hard work. Sit down while I buy tea!"

Monk Tong touched his head, feeling quite flattered.

Chen Zican ran to the tea shed, threw down a few coins, took two tea bowls, picked up the teapot and ran back.

He first poured a large bowl for Monk Tong and warned: "Third brother, drink slowly and be careful not to burn it."

Monk Tong opened his eyes wide and looked at him in confusion.

I picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. Didn't it feel hot?

Chen Zican ignored him and poured another bowl on his own, muttering: "I'm so thirsty!"

After drinking it in three or two sips, Monk Tong said to himself, why don’t you drink it slower?

After Chen Zican finished drinking, he poured another half of the bowl and drank it. Kuan'er shouted anxiously: "I want to drink too!"

Chen Zican chuckled and poured another half of the bowl for her, and Kuo'er held the bowl and drank.

He asked Hehua, who was nibbling sugar cakes: "Sister, do you want tea?"