ungrateful

The author has something to say: Yan Huai: You didn't ask me how to write my name, so angry.

Yanjia is not from this area.

His family made a fortune in medicinal materials business, and the business grew bigger, and branch shops gradually opened up, so Yan Huai came here with his father.On the first day of private school, his father asked him to make more friends, but he didn't make one friend, but first met a timid, white and tender little rabbit.

Yanjia's new house was sent to set up early in the morning, and it had already been arranged up and down. However, after Yanhuai's father——Yanjia Xinger, known as Yan Erye—arrived, he still visited the prefect on the same day , sent a lot of gifts in, and waited until the next day to entertain the master of the Xin family and have dinner in the most famous restaurant.

Of course Xin Chi wanted to go too, so Yan Huai saw Ji An again.

I really don't know how this little book boy was brought up, he is fair and clean, with delicate features and eyes, cute and cute, if he is not wearing the rough clothes of servants, he would be trustworthy if he is called someone else's young master.

However, Ji An didn't seem to see him, and still circled around Xin Chi.

Erye Yan and Master Xin gave each other their seats while talking, and the waiter served wine and food, so Xin Chi naturally talked to Yan Huai.

The two of them had some conversations first, and when they mentioned the private school, Yan Huai seemed to remember it, and mentioned Ji An casually: "What's your name?"

Xin Chi said, "Ji An."

Those two crooked characters are indeed the name of the little rabbit, Yan Huai went over these two words in his heart, and said with a smile: "Why did you choose such a name, it seems to be a curse."

Xin Chi explained the reason: "When I bought it, it was called Ji Ping'an. Brother Xian didn't know, but my grandmother had the word 'Ping' in her boudoir name, so I let him go."

Yan Huai nodded, and before he could say anything else, Xin Chi changed the subject: "Brother Yan, try this dish, which is unique to our side. I think you have never tasted it before."

With a half-smile expression on his face, Yan Huai took a bite with his chopsticks, and ate slowly.

When going out, Ji Anzheng was waiting outside, and when Yan Huai passed by Xin Chi's side, he heard Ji An happily whispering to Xin Chi, "Master, there is iced sour plum soup at home, why don't you help me?" Relieve the heat."

Yan Huai raised his eyebrows, stopped, and said, "Ji An?"

When Ji An saw Yan Huai, he looked a little puzzled. When he was in the private school, he only glanced at him, and all his attention was on his young master. Now he felt that Yan Huai looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

He froze for a moment before Xin Chi said: "Come here to meet someone, this is the young master of the Yan family."

Ji An knew the etiquette, and saluted politely, his voice was a little low: "Hello, Mr. Yan."

After this meal, the banquet was so boring. From top to bottom in the room, from his father to the Xin family, everyone was very boring, but this little book boy was a little funny, so he deliberately teased him: "I asked you something today." , but didn't answer me."

Seeing Ji An's blank eyes, Yan Huai reminded again: "It's in a private school."

Now I remembered.

Ji An was a little panicked, apparently at a loss, and stammered to explain: "I, I'm distracted."

Those who can get close to their master must be powerful and powerful. He is afraid that this Yan Gongzi will blame his young master for his lack of manners today, and he is also afraid that he will ruin the young master's affairs because of his lack of rules, so he panics. I was about to kneel, and my ears were red with anxiety.

Yan Huai was just trying to tease him, but he didn't expect to scare him like this. He raised his hand to stop Ji An from kneeling, and said, "I don't blame you for panicking like this. Your young master answered for you." , go back quickly."

Ji An didn't kneel down, and followed Xin Chi home, still feeling terrified.

On the way, Xin Chi was thinking about how to get along with this newcomer, and his face was serious. Ji An's thoughts were wrong, and he walked all the way tremblingly, and finally couldn't hold back when he returned to Xin Chi's small courtyard. Zhang washed his hands and face to relieve the heat, and said in a low voice, "Master, I, I really didn't mean not to answer Mr. Yan's words today."

Xin Chi had long forgotten about this, and frowned before remembering what happened just now.

Xin Chi obviously didn't take this kind of trivial matter to heart, he said perfunctorily, "I'll remember it from now on."

Ji An's anxious heart finally returned to its original place, and he replied, "I remember."

He also said, "I'm going to get sour plum soup for the young master. How about putting two pieces of ice?"

Going to school the next day, Yan Huai had already arrived.

Although the Yan Family is a newcomer, but they have a reputation, naturally they can't let the Young Master of the Yan Family sit in the corner by the door, the master of the private school has already arranged a new seat for Yan Huai.

However, the young master of the Yan family didn't know what to think. He said that the ventilation here is good and the scenery is good, so he refused to change the place.

Therefore, Yan Huai was still sitting next to Ji An.

This time Ji An kept the rules in mind, and when he saw Yan Huai, he saluted first, with a cute and rigid look: "Hello, Mr. Yan."

Yan Huai was amused by his serious and meticulous appearance.

He picked up a pen, wrote the word "Ji Ping'an" on the case, handed it to Ji An, and said: "Yesterday's word Ji was wrong, it should be written like this, let's practice it."

Yan Huai usually used cursive script, which was full of flamboyant script, but the three characters written for Ji An today were extremely neat and neat, and they were written in a beautiful lower case script.

Ji An held the piece of paper with his original name on it, his heart skipped a beat.

After a while, he whispered, "Master Yan, my name is Ji An, what you wrote is wrong."

Ji An was actually a little scared. He was worried that if his young master found out, he would scold him for being rude to Mr. Yan's family, but the word "Ping" violated the name taboo of his old lady, and the young master tabooed it, so Ji An dared not touch it. the word.

He was so trembling and trembling, it seemed that his mind was full of his young master, he was obedient to his orders, he didn't even play tricks, seeing Yan Huai was helpless, so he could only dip his brush and ink to erase the word "ping" and said, "Is that all right?"

Ji An nodded quickly.

Yan Huai raised his hand, patted his forehead, and said: "Go practice calligraphy, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

Ji An thanked Yan Huai again, and retreated to his place to practice calligraphy.

The day before, he ruined two sheets of paper, and his heart ached so badly. Today, he learned to be smart, and brought clean water from home. The paper was also toilet paper.

In this way, after writing with clean water, it can be reused after it dries, and it is not changed until the paper is completely crumpled to the point where it cannot be read.

The word "Ji'an" has been practiced for more than an hour, and it already has a bit of a shape. Looking at the letter that Yan Huai copied for him, Ji An looked at the black spot between "Ji" and "An", and secretly put the word "An" in his heart. "Ping" is also written again.

He can't write well, but he remembers it.

Then he blinked, took a deep breath, turned to Yan Huai, stammered and whispered: "Yan, Mr. Yan."

Yan Huai was reading an ancient medical book. His father was the second-in-law at home, and his uncle's family supported the Yan family, and he was also the second-in-law in his own branch. He had an older brother, so it was not his turn to take care of the family business. , reading is just a basic literacy, and it’s better not to make others laugh if there is ink in his belly. He wants to be a doctor himself.

But today, this ancient medical book, which he has studied for a long time, did not allow him to concentrate, and his thoughts were all on other people's book boys next to him.

Seeing Ji An turn around, he smiled: "Huh?"

Ji An was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and the tip of his nose was also wet, like a little sparrow that had been pulled out of its nest in a tree, he stammered, "Please, ask me, sir."

Yan Huai was very patient, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he listened sideways: "Yeah."

Then I heard Ji An say: "My lord...how should I write my young master's name?"

Yan Huai's smile froze on his face, spread the paper and stained it with ink, and wrote the word "Xin Chi" flamboyantly - in cursive script - and threw it to Ji An: "Write it like this."