Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Cuinong giggled and said proudly, "No, only Brother Damao came. He bought this bicycle especially for you. You can ride a bicycle to and from get off work in the future."

Hearing this, Cuilan couldn't help but feel touched and surprised, but at the same time she was also a little confused: "Really? What did your sister Fang say?"

Cuinong quickly replied: "Sister Fang is in the kitchen, she didn't say anything, and I asked Brother Damao, this car was indeed given to you by Brother Damao."

Cuilan still couldn't believe it, and asked her sister again: "Are you sure this bicycle is not for your sister Fang?"

Because in her opinion, Zhao Fangfang is now pregnant with Xu Damao's child, so her status should be higher. If Xu Damao sends something, Zhao Fangfang will definitely be given priority...

Cuinong nodded firmly to show her approval. Cuilan was relieved, but she frowned slightly.

"Brother Damao said that I bought it for you so that you can use it to commute to get off work. Brother Damao also said that your workplace is several miles away and it is so cold in winter. It will be much more convenient to have a bicycle."

"Okay, I got it, let's go inside first."

Cuilan took her sister's hand and they walked into the main room together.

"Da Mao, I think you should give this bicycle to Fang Fang. I am used to walking to work every day, and Fang Fang can ride the bicycle at home and take Cuinong out to the market or something."

As soon as Cuilan entered the room, she looked at the food already on the table and said to Xu Damao.

"No, why would I need a bicycle? There's a market right outside our door. Cuilan, you can use it. Besides, Damao said he would buy me a bicycle in the future."

Before Xu Damao could say anything, Zhao Fangfang spoke first.

"Well, thank you Damao. Let's eat. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

Cuilan and Zhao Fangfang walked into the house while talking. As soon as they reached the door, Cuilan suddenly stopped and turned to look at Xu Damao with a grateful look on her face. She said softly, "Damo, thank you."

Xu Damao smiled and responded, "Why are you being so polite to me?"

His eyes moved away from Cuilan and fell on Zhao Fangfang who was standing beside her.

Zhao Fangfang was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, black trousers, and a pair of cloth cotton shoes.

Her hair was braided into two braids, hanging in front of her chest, making her look very well-behaved and cute.

Seeing Xu Damao's gaze, she lowered her head slightly and smiled embarrassedly.

Xu Damao also smiled, then turned his gaze to Cuilan and asked, "How is it, do you like it?"

Cuilan nodded slightly to show her satisfaction. Seeing this, Xu Damao smiled and said, "That's good. You won't have to work so hard in the future." After that, he patted Cuilan on the shoulder.

Cuilan and Zhao Fangfang looked at each other and sat down. The room was filled with the aroma of food, making people feel warm and comfortable. Xu Damao was already sitting at the table, ready to enjoy a feast of pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew.

"Brother Damao, are you leaving today?" At the dinner table, Cuinong blinked her big watery eyes and asked Xu Damao who was sitting opposite her with anticipation.

Xu Damao put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand and replied with a smile: "I won't stay here today. I have some important things to deal with when I go back."

As he said this, he couldn't help but think of the fact that he still had to deal with Yan Bugui today, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this answer, Cuinong's face, which was originally full of hope, suddenly dimmed, and there was obvious disappointment in her eyes.

However, she quickly adjusted her mood and forced a smile, "Um, okay." Despite this, she still felt a little reluctant deep down.

Xu Damao looked at Cuinong's cute and sensible appearance, and his heart softened. He reached out and gently touched Cuinong's head, and said softly: "Come on, follow me to close the gate."

After saying that, he slowly stood up and waved to Cuilan and Zhao Fangfang as a farewell.

After everything was packed up, Xu Damao pushed his bicycle and hurried home. After a while, he returned to the familiar No. 95 courtyard of Nanluoguxiang. At this moment, the night was as dark as ink, and the whole courtyard was shrouded in darkness.

Xu Damao parked the car and walked straight to Yan Bugui's house. When he arrived at the door, he found that Yan Bugui's house was dark and quiet, making people feel creepy.

"Is Teacher Yan home?" Xu Damao stood at the door and shouted at the top of his voice. His voice was particularly loud in the silent night.

"Here, Damao! I thought you were sent out to show a movie and wouldn't be back tonight."

Suddenly, Yan Bugui's voice came from the room, which was mixed with a bit of surprise and worry.

Then, a dim light suddenly came on, and Yan Bugui was seen holding a lantern in his hand and carefully opened the door.

"Da Mao, come inside quickly, it's freezing outside!"

As Yan Bugui spoke, he quickly walked out of the door, reached out and grabbed Xu Damao's arm tightly, and pulled him into the house.

As soon as Xu Damao stepped over the threshold, Yan Bugui turned around quickly and closed the door tightly with swift movements, as if he was afraid that the biting cold outside would take the opportunity to sneak in.

After entering the room, Yan Bugui hurried to the table, picked up the thermos on the table, unscrewed the lid, and poured Xu Damao a full cup of steaming hot water.

Then he brought it to Xu Damao and said with concern: "Da Mao, drink some hot water to warm yourself up first. By the way, what did your friend say?"

Xu Damao took the cup, blew away the hot air from the rim, took a sip, then frowned and said slowly, "Teacher Yan, I'll tell you the truth. My friend has looked at the jade piece carefully, but he has never seen anything like it, and has no idea of ​​its specific purpose or the dynasty it belongs to."

At this point, Xu Damao paused, and then continued: "However, my friend told me with certainty that this piece of jade is definitely an antique, and it is estimated to have a history of at least several hundred years."

"It's a pity that the texture of this jade piece is not very good. Moreover, according to my friend, this jade piece should not exist alone. The four small holes around it should have been connected to other jade pieces by gold wire."

"Teacher Yan, listen to me. My friend has studied this piece of jade carefully. He clearly stated that this piece of jade is not worth much money at all."

"That is, the gold threads on the jade piece can probably be sold at the price of gold. As for the jade piece itself, to put it bluntly, it really doesn't have much value."