Transmigration of our generation is not good

"Brother, brother..." Zong Xiao held the arm of another child who was studying hard at the table, "Stop studying, let's go out and play."

"No, you forgot that you were punished by your parents for copying books last time." The elder brother shook his head, held his little hand, and said, "Jiexu, if you don't do your homework well, if you get angry, you will Hit your hand."

"He dares!" Waving his little hand, he said plausibly, "Brother, you will protect me."

"Because of this, my father and mother have scolded me so many times." The child smiled and said again, "Otherwise, after you recite the book, I will take you to the front yard to play. A memorial archway was erected, and many things were given away.”

"Hmm..." Little Jiexu pouted, "But Daddy doesn't allow me to go to the front yard." Although he still ran away many times.

"It's not that you broke Daddy's jade pendant, it was a token of love from mother." The little Qiao Xiaoran rubbed the hair of the same little Qiao Jiexu, "Don't worry, it's been more than a month, Daddy I'm not angry anymore."

"Mother is not angry, why is Daddy so angry?" Qiao Jiexu muttered.

"Okay, go and recite the book quickly, if daddy randomly checks later, be careful he won't let you go to the front yard." Qiao Xiaoran coaxed patiently, "After you recite the book, I'll ask the kitchen to cook something delicious for you .”

"Well, it's done." Qiao Jiexu pouted, and reluctantly went back to his study, and went to memorize the book honestly. After memorizing today's homework, he ran to Qiao Xiaoran again. Went to the front yard, Qiao Jiexu felt dissatisfied, trotted to the front yard, saw Qiao Xiaoran carrying him on his back, and said to his father, "Jiexu has been working hard recently, and he finishes his homework seriously every day, Master taught him Well, I woke up one day and saw that he was still reading and lost a lot of weight in the past two days, so don't blame him."

The man called Daddy bent down and pinched Qiao Xiaoran's face, "I think he took advantage of my absence to turn the pavilion upside down."

"No, no, Jiexu is very good, he has done his homework seriously, and practiced the moves taught by his father every day." Qiao Xiaoran shook his head like a rattle.

"Oh? Who hid the weapons in the training ground?"

"That... Jiexu didn't do it..." Qiao Xiaoran, who is not good at lying, was sweating on the tip of his nose.

"Who trampled on the hard-working herbs grown in the medicine garden?"

"I don't know..." The voice was small and inaudible.

"And who locked the door of Master Uncle's room and locked them in the room so they couldn't get out?"

"Because the uncles work so hard every day, I want them to rest for a while." This is very reasonable, because Qiao Jiexu said so, and he also feels that the uncles are working too hard.

"Okay, I will help that little villain off." Father Qiao pinched his eldest son's face, picked up his eldest son, walked towards the troublemaker standing behind, took his hand and walked towards the living room, As he walked, he taught me a lesson, "I know how to make trouble all day long. Are you mad at your mother again? The food is not good, and there is no meat on my face. Eat well tonight, and don't be picky eaters." After finishing speaking, he said , "I brought something back, and I'll give it to you after eating, and be good to me, otherwise the gift will be confiscated."

"Ah?" Qiao Jiexu's eyes widened, and Qiao's father burst out laughing, "Okay, okay, it's you who can't escape."

Sure enough, Qiao Jiexu made what he loved to eat at night, and the family ate happily. Qiao Jiexu got a small wooden sword, which he hugged when he went to bed at night.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Bai Haobin blinked several times before sitting up, what happened to the dream just now, a group of people in ancient costumes, those two children looked like Qiao Jiexu and Qiao Xiaoran, this is... Qiao Jie Xu's memory?Or is it just a dream?He sat in a daze for a while, confused, before he noticed that the bed beside him was empty, and Lan had already gotten up.

After getting dressed slowly, Bai Haobin yawned and walked out of the house without even combing his hair, and saw Lan washing clothes in the yard, how diligent.

"Why do you get up so early?" Bai Haobin asked, pushing the hair that was hanging down in front of his eyes behind his ears.

"It's getting late." Lan glanced at him, then continued to rub the clothes in his hands. After Bai Haobin looked at it for a long time, he finally realized, "You even washed mine?"

"Ah."

"Did you wash your panties too?"

"Pants?"

"It's the shorts you're wearing next to your body!"

"Did you say that?" Lan Yi pointed to a pair of silk obscene pants on the pile of unwashed clothes in the basin next to him. Bai Haobin blushed when he saw it. When he was at home, his brothers would occasionally help with the laundry. But he definitely doesn't know how to wash his underwear. Even when he was in Lanshan Pavilion, he tried his best to do it by himself, even though he did it secretly behind Qihong's back.

"I'll wash this myself!" Bai Haobin quickly picked up the underwear and kneaded it into a ball, then quickly returned to the room and asked others to wash his underwear, always feeling very shy.

Finding a corner to stuff the obscene pants in, Bai Haobin poked his head out of the room again, and said to Lan, "You don't need to help me wash my clothes from now on."

"..." Lan looked back at him, and it took him a long time before he let out a sigh. Bai Haobin heaved a sigh of relief, and then went out to wash up. Lan had already eaten breakfast, and Bai Haobin's portion was heating up in the pot. With his hair tied back casually, he bit a steamed bun and came out with a plate of vegetables and a bowl of porridge. He sat under a tree in the yard and ate. While eating, he watched Lan wash his clothes. When Lan finished washing, he also After eating, I burped, patted my stomach, and squinted my eyes to enjoy the morning sun.

Bai Haobin didn't know what kind of tree it was. He had never understood these things before. The sun was shining down from the lush branches and leaves, and the heat was covered by the leaves. The breeze was blowing slowly, and the leaves were rustling. If there was a deck chair, Bai Haobin would I thought I could sleep again.

Slowing down, Bai Haobin cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks. Now is not the time to sunbathe, he has more important things to do. After washing the bowls and chopsticks, Bai Haobin went back to the house, spread out white paper, took a brush and began to ponder, draw Painting is not only about technique, but more about artistic conception, which he will definitely not be able to do. There is also the shameful Chinese painting technique, which he is too embarrassed to show.

"It would be great if I had a pencil." Bai Haobin lay down on the table discouraged. Others have golden fingers in time travel, but where is his golden finger? ! Where? !If it goes on like this, maybe it will be impossible to uncover the pot. Is he going to write about the pig's foot that starved to death first in the time-traveling dog-blood drama?

Feeling irritable, Bai Haobin went out of the house again, Lan was not in the yard, and he didn't know what to do. At this time, the sun was already on the top of his head, and it was even hotter. He suddenly missed the days of Lanshan Pavilion, even if it was summer on the mountain , it's not too hot, and you can soak in hot springs...

Hey, sighed, Bai Haobin was about to go back to the house, when he saw Lan pushing open the wooden door of the yard and coming in, holding some wood in his hand, Bai Haobin was taken aback, "What are you doing with these?"

"It's for burning fire." Lan replied succinctly.

"Oh." Bai Haobin responded with little concern, turned around, and stopped immediately. He quickly ran in front of Lan, grabbed his hand, and asked expectantly, "Can you burn this?" Is it charcoal?"

"Charcoal?" Lan was taken aback, not knowing what Bai Haobin wanted to do, but still nodded.

"Then burn it quickly, I'll use it in a hurry." After Bai Haobin finished speaking, he ran back to the house, took the pen and ink to the yard, and started to take pictures. Compared with landscapes, flowers and birds, Bai Haobin is better at drawing figures, and his teacher also said He is very suitable for drawing figures, and he also said that the people he draws have a warm feeling.

After Lan had finished burning the charcoal, Bai Haobin picked out a few, cut one end into a pointy one, and asked Lan to be his model.

"The face should be closer to the window. Yes, the eyes should be drooped a little. Ah, the clothes should be pulled out a little to reveal the collarbone slightly, and the body should be more relaxed and natural. Um... turn your body a little bit, that's all."

Bai Haobin instructed Lan to pose in his ideal pose, and then began to draw. He quickly sketched out a general idea, and then the details, from hair to clothing decoration, and background, until it was dark and blurred in front of his eyes. After clearing it, he suddenly realized, raised his head, put down the charcoal pencil, and said to Lan, "It's fine."

Lan glanced back at him, stood up, moved his body, and then consciously went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

Bai Haobin looked at his work with satisfaction, put it away, lit the oil lamp, and suddenly remembered that Lan had just sat there all afternoon, motionless, and felt a little strange, even a professional model couldn't sit like that all afternoon, it's normal The person's body has been stiff for a long time, why does Lan seem to be fine?Or did he not want to show it?

After dinner, Lan went out again, and Bai Haobin followed him out curiously, and saw him go around to the back of the yard, and brought the two horses in. He had forgotten about the horses, but there seemed to be no horses in the yard. The place for the horses seems to have to be built by someone.

After taking a bath, Bai Haobin waited for Lan on the bed early, and when he saw him coming to bed, he asked him to lie on his stomach. Lan didn't ask anything, turned over and lay down, and felt a hand stretched out on his back, and he froze. , that hand exerted a little force, and pressed it down from top to bottom along the spine. He heard Bai Haobin's voice saying, "I'm very tired. If you don't feel well, you can tell me."

"No." Lan replied sullenly.

"It's hard to follow me." Bai Haobin said while pinching the blue back, "You have to do everything yourself, and there is no way to let you eat delicacies from mountains and seas, but it doesn't matter. After we enter the city in two days, I invite you to go to Yuexiang There are delicious food and beautiful women.”

"..." Lan Hao Banshan spit out a sentence, "No need."

"Why?" Bai Haobin stopped his movements, "I haven't been to a brothel yet." It's rare to travel through, so it would be a pity not to see it.

"I do not want to go."

"..." Could it be that there are some bad memories?Bai Haobin blinked, and just as he was about to continue lobbying, Lan turned over and turned his back to him, as if he didn't want to speak.

"Okay, okay, don't go if you don't want to go." Bai Haobin didn't know that his coaxing voice was sticky and nasal, and it was more like coquettish than coaxing.

Lan was still silent, Bai Haobin stared at Lan for a long time, seeing that he had no intention of speaking, he lay down angrily and turned his back to Lan, and deliberately swept away all the quilts.