[Sharp and benevolent teacher] The son is unparalleled

55 New Year's Eve Watching the Year

"Song Wenwen likes Murong Yue, so she and Fan Datong quarreled?" Xue Jiahui raised several tunes when she got excited.

"Isn't it! It's bad enough for good brothers to fall in love with the same person." Jin Renbin rubbed his fists. He was the one who formally declared war on pursuing Murong Yue and Fan Datong. They are just fighting now, so what's the fuss about it? .

Xue Jiahui immediately retorted: "Song Wenwen can't possibly like Murong Yue!"

"Why is it impossible? Xiaoyue is so talented and beautiful, even a man would like her!"

Jin Renbin couldn't refute Xue Jiahui's words. In terms of talent and appearance, Murong Yue was the No. 1 girl in Chang'an City, but for some reason she silently glanced at Nie Wenxing.

He stood beside him and shook his head gently, Xue Jiahui quickly shook his head, trying to prove that she had no intention of looking at him, but Nie Wenxing winked and smiled at her, which made people laugh and cry.

"Eh..." Xue Jiahui stuttered and couldn't come up with a result, but what she was thinking about was that Song Wenwen was a girl, how could she like Murong Yue.

Xue Jiahui's subtle expressions were all noticed by Nie Wenxing. As soon as Jin Renbin left, he asked, "Do you know anything about Song Wenwen?"

"What's the matter? This is the first time I've heard that she likes Murong Yue." Xue Jiahui's heart sank, remembering what Xue Ran had told her, she quickly pretended to be stupid in front of Nie Wenxing, and then she came and tugged at Nie Wenxing's sleeve. "Sir, let's eat first, I'm really hungry."

"That's good." Nie Wenxing smiled and didn't make things difficult for her anymore. He had doubts about Song Wenwen's identity since the time he called the doctor for diagnosis during Cuju training. Obviously Xue Jiahui knew something but kept it secret.

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Accompanied by Xue Jiahui's brothers, Xue Jiahui will celebrate her first New Year in Chang'an. Supervisor Liu announced a holiday from New Year's Eve to the third day of junior high school, so that students in Chang'an can go home and reunite with their relatives, and other students can decide whether to stay or not.

Before the holiday, everyone got together to discuss, and Wu Tianbao suggested: "Wenwen, have you figured out where to go, why don't you just go to my house."

"No, I want to go to Fan's house again to see how Datong is doing." After speaking, Song Wenwen packed his schoolbag, got up and left.

Wu Tianbao shook his head at Xue Jiahui and sighed softly.

In a blink of an eye, Fan Datong had been away for five days, and he had no intention of coming back at all. They went to visit him and were rejected, but they heard from the Fan family that Fan Datong seemed to have suffered a serious illness because he didn't think about eating and drinking these days.

"Wenwen, wait for me!" Xue Jiahui also picked up her bag and quickly chased after her.

Wu Tianbao shook his head repeatedly at the backs of the two of them, why bother, no matter how many times he went, he would return in vain.

The Fan family still closed the door to them, and only the butler came out to pass a message: "Our young master doesn't want to see anyone today, I'm really sorry, please go back."

But Song Wenwen didn't intend to leave at all, Xue Jiahui waited with her for a while before saying, "Let's take a step to talk."

It has been many days since Xue Ran assigned her a task, and Xue Jiahui didn't find time to talk to Song Wenwen alone, so today is her chance.

They walked to a back alley, Song Wenwen said: "Do you want to ask me why I like Xiaoyue?"

Xue Jiahui shook her head: "I already knew your identity, you are Zhu Yingtai."

Song Wenwen was taken aback and smiled again, and said, "Why are you still so involved in the show like Datong? The show is over."

"No, no, I mean I know you're a woman in disguise."

Now Song Wenwen was completely stunned, and hurriedly argued: "Jiahui, what are you kidding?"

"Wenwen, I'm serious. You also know your current situation. If you stay in Chang'an, you may be discovered. This will put the academy and you in trouble, but if you leave Chang'an, you will have no relatives and no reason, and it will be difficult for you to move forward."

"Jiahui..." Song Wenwen lowered his head, as if thinking.

Xue Jiahui said again: "The more people know about your identity, the better, but I think you should tell Fan Datong instead of provoking him with the fact that you like Murong Yue."

"Thank you, but I..." Song Wenwen raised his head and looked at Xue Jiahui firmly, "I will not leave Hongwen College. If I bring trouble to the college and my husband, I am willing to bear it alone."

After the death of her parents, she was homeless, and Hongwen College was her only home. It was her lifelong wish to study here. She left the college to steal a life blindly, so she had nothing to fear.

Xue Jiahui patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "No matter what you decide, the Xue family will do their best to help you."

"Thank you." Song Wenwen bowed deeply, Xue Jiahui quickly helped her up, and Song Wenwen said again: "Jiahui, you go back first, I want to wait for Datong, maybe he will be willing to see me when he is in a better mood."

"Well, that's fine." Xue Jiahui was just about to leave when a figure disappeared at the end of the alley. If she saw that figure, she would feel very familiar with it.

Xue Ran ordered the cook to cook a table of good dishes, and waited for Xue Jiahui to come back.

Xue Jiahui walked halfway and realized that she forgot to say goodbye to Nie Wenxing when she left the house in a hurry, and trotted all the way back to the college.

In the academy, only Sun Dashan's family was left around the dining table preparing for a meal. When they saw Xue Jiahui coming, they invited her to have dinner together.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sun, for your kindness. I'll be home in a while." Xue Jiahui looked around, but she couldn't see anyone else in the college, so she asked, "Have you seen Mr. Nie again?"

"He also looked for you in the afternoon, and then I saw him go out, and now we are the only family left in the academy." Sun Dashan said.

"That's it..." On the way home, Xue Jiahui was annoyed that she should have planned in advance to settle Song Wenwen's matter earlier, and would not appear so hasty before the festival and forget Nie Wenxing behind her mind.

"Oh, Miss, you are back!" Xuejuan saw Xue Jiahui from a distance in front of the gate of the house, and hurriedly reported to the house before she approached, and then turned back and waited for Xue Jiahui to enter the house.

"Second brother, is the third brother back?" Xue Jiahui asked listlessly, loosening the cloak and handing it to Xuejuan.

"I'm back early, I've been waiting in the house for a long time." Xuejuan didn't know why, and she couldn't help but feel happy.

Xue Jiahui glanced at her, but she didn't think it was strange. After all, today is New Year's Eve, one of the festivals they most look forward to in previous years, but today, for some reason, she just couldn't be happy.

"Sister! You're back!" Xue Yan ran into the front yard to greet her, his voice sounded overjoyed, and seemed to be a bit of a spectator.

Xue Jiahui glanced at him indifferently, and said coldly: "I'm so old, I still look like a child." After speaking, she continued to walk into the back room, and said casually: "Today, the house is decorated so grandly that it seems that guests have come. Same, the second brother's handwriting is really getting more and more exaggerated."

"Isn't that right!" Xuejuan blurted out, but was immediately silenced by Xue Yan's glare.

"Sister! You're back!" It was Xue Ran who spoke this time.

The sudden enthusiasm of these two brothers towards her made people shudder. Xue Jiahui looked up at him impatiently, but there was another person sitting beside Xue Ran, who was staring at her with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Nie?" Xue Jiahui's eyes widened, why is Nie Wenxing here.

Xuejuan and Xue Yan's series of strange behaviors also had an explanation, they were clearly here to see a joke.

"Are you so surprised to see me? Besides, you don't have to call me Mr. outside the school." Nie Wenxing got up, exchanged winks with Xue Ran, and said with a smile: "Thank you brother Xue for your kind invitation, otherwise someone would have really forgotten me. "

"How could it be! I went back to find you!" Xue Jiahui took out the tea cake that Mrs. Sun gave her to prove that she had returned to the academy.

Nie Wenxing just smiled and said nothing.

Xue Ran beckoned, and the servants filed in one after another, and in a short while a table was set up with dishes.

"Brother Xue is very kind and entertaining, and Nie does it first as a respect." Nie Wenxing raised the wine cup, tilted his neck, and poured down a full glass of wine.

"I also offer a toast to my second brother." Xue Jiahui picked up the wine cup, but found that it was empty.

Seeing this, Xuejuan hurried over to help her fill up the wine, but was stopped by Xue Yan.

"My sister doesn't drink much, just use tea instead of wine." After speaking, he lifted the teapot and poured Xue Jiahui a cup of tea.

Just when Xue Jiahui was in a daze, other people also held up wine cups and said toasts, and the New Year's Eve banquet began.

After three rounds of wine, five tastes of food, the men talked about topics that only they could enjoy, Xue Jiahui secretly drank some plum wine and sat at the banquet with Xuejuan watching the moonlight.

"What are you thinking about?" Nie Wenxing walked to her and sat down.

"I heard that every New Year's Eve, the Holy Majesty hosts a banquet in the palace, and the song and dance performances are wonderful, and we leave happily. I always wonder what kind of grand scene it is, and it is so yearning."

Nie Wenxing smiled and said, "I think being able to get together with my family on New Year's Eve is better than having dinner with the Holy Majesty in fear."

"Ah!" Xue Jiahui seemed to think of something, and exclaimed, "Where are your family members? Why didn't you get together with them on New Year's Eve?" How can he act like this, so it's not poking at his heartache.

She quickly covered her mouth, as if she had made a big mistake, Nie Wenxing couldn't help laughing, but she didn't know what to think of, and the smile froze on her lips.

"My family..." Nie Wenxing paused, reached out and put his arms around Xue Jiahui's shoulders, and said softly, "I will take you to see him in the future."

Xue Jiahui hurriedly pushed him away and made a hissing gesture, glanced left and right, and said in a low voice: "There are other people in the room, this is not good."

Unexpectedly, the back spirit suddenly said: "Sister, brothers will attend the grand court meeting tomorrow, go to sleep first, I entrust you and brother Nie to help us keep the new year."

Xue Jiahui trembled in fright, turned around and gritted her teeth at Xue Ran, saying, "Sleep if you want, what are you doing scaring people!"

Xue Ran didn't respond to her, but gave Nie Wenxing a complicated look. Xue Jiahui roughly read the meaning: she is so fierce, brother, you should be careful.

After Xue Ran and Xue Yan left, the others walked away tactfully after clearing the table, and Xuejuan was the last to leave.Before she left, she closed the door halfway, and poked her head out to grin at Xue Jiahui: "It's not like a man and a widow living together in the same room, Miss, come on!"

Xue Jiahui almost fainted on the spot, having such a witty maid... She looked at Nie Wenxing dumbfounded, her eyes full of grievances.

Unexpectedly, the other party suppressed a smile and shook his shoulders. Xue Jiahui was so angry that she folded her arms and turned her head away from looking at him.

"How can we live up to Xuejuan's kindness?" Nie Wenxing smiled deeper and moved closer.

Xue Jiahui was taken aback, unable to dodge in time, her scorching breath brushed her cheeks, itching.She pushed Nie Wenxing's face away with one hand, and said solemnly: "Mr. Nie, please don't move... and watch the year."

Now comes the question, how to overcome sleepiness and complete the task of keeping the year old, and at the same time gain time to spend with each other, the two finally decided to play chess on the soft couch.

After walking a few steps indiscriminately, Xue Jiahui's eyelids drooped and her head twitched. In the end, she was so sleepy that she fell asleep with her hands on the chessboard, and she really didn't move.

Nie Wenxing called her several times but got no response. After making sure that Xue Jiahui was asleep, she called Xuejuan who was waiting outside the door to help her back to the room.

"My lord, I think Miss can sleep soundly when she returns to her room now, but she still hopes to have you with her company. Xuejuan came over with a blanket and stayed outside the house. My lord, it would be nice to spend more time with our lady."

Nie Wenxing smiled, and it was a yes. Before she could say thank you, Xuejuan bowed and walked to the door with her body half covered and left.

How could Xue Jiahui not know the pain in Xue Jiahui's heart. In Xue's house, no one would treat them badly, and no one would comment on their behavior. She wanted to buy more opportunities for them to get along.

Nie Wenxing watched Xuejuan come and go, and didn't have a chance to say anything else, so he could only shake his head and sigh, how witty a maid is...

Nie Wenxing supported Xue Jiahui to lie halfway on the soft couch. He took a soft pillow to lay her head flat, and then covered her with the blanket Xuejuan brought, and stood beside Xue Jiahui quietly, without any sleepiness.

He didn't know how many years he hadn't reunited with relatives and friends on New Year's Eve and watched the year. Since he could remember, that person always attended the feast in the palace and never celebrated with him.

The people around him were already breathing evenly, but it made him feel extremely at ease at this moment.

As soon as the midnight arrived, the lively sound of firecrackers in the street spread into the house and subsided a lot. Xue Jiahui seemed to hear the noise, turned over and continued to sleep. Nie Wenxing carefully brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, and gently stamped a kiss.

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