Taoist Quick Wear

"Brother Si doesn't like to listen to the opera? Third sister likes it very much." Third Young Master Wen was shocked, as if he and Miss Yin were so intimate.

"Si Ting doesn't like to listen to operas." Si Qingheng picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip with a very calm expression.

"She loved to listen to operas when she was young." Third Young Master Wen lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"There was nothing to play at that time. Now that she has grown up, she loves piano, dancing, and painting... but rarely listens to opera." Si Qingheng's smile was very light, but it was a little gentle.

His brows were stern, and his temperament was as sharp as a blade. When he suddenly showed such a gentle look, he felt as if the ice and snow were melting.

Third Young Master Wen unconsciously began to wonder whether Si Qingheng really liked Yin Siting, at least somewhat sincerely...

"Brother Si understands her preferences." Si Qingheng was a commoner who had gotten to his current position in just a few years, so he didn't know how dirty his heart was. Third Young Master Wen quickly put aside his doubts and looked sarcastic, wishing he could say bluntly that you are just a bastard with ill intentions.

"Si Ting is my unmarried wife, so I naturally understand her." Si Qingheng didn't mind Third Young Master Wen's tone at all, or he was already used to it.

"Brother Si is talking about him, I don't know what his intention is?" Third Young Master Wen was a little impatient and didn't want to play Tai Chi with Si Qingheng here. I originally thought I could persuade Si Qingheng to break off the engagement, but there was no hope.

"Didn't Mr. Wen invite me to drink today?" Si Qingheng looked surprised and looked even more innocent.

"Let's open the sky and tell the truth. It's not you that Si Ting likes. As long as you have a little bit of backbone, you know what to do." Third Young Master Wen thought of some difficult problems and had a headache. He also hoped that Si Qingheng could overcome the difficulties. retreat.

"The marriage is a foregone conclusion and has nothing to do with Third Young Master Wen... Although I don't know where you heard the rumor, Si Ting and I love each other and have a harmonious relationship, so Third Young Master Wen doesn't need to worry about it."

Si Qingheng pretended to take out a brocade handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, folded it and put it back. There is a clump of green bamboo embroidered on the brocade handkerchief. It was indeed something embroidered by Yin Siting herself, and it seemed to have an elegant fragrance.

Third Young Master Wen looked at him several times, snorted coldly, and walked away.

Anyway, it's not him who likes Yin Siting.

It's all because Wen Er is so cowardly and useless that he can't even chase a girl, which makes him, his younger brother, also embarrassed.

Third Young Master Wen left Ruiyuan Tower angrily. The two of them had not spoken loudly before. There was a stage below and it was very lively, so no one else could hear them. Everyone only knew that Third Young Master Wen was angry and quickly backed away, leaving a wide and flat road for Third Young Master Wen.

But soon I heard a thud. It turned out that Mr. Wen hit a tree when he turned a corner...

Si Qingheng, who was drinking, couldn't help laughing.

When he is not smiling, he has an extremely cold temperament. When he smiles, he is so hearty that he almost bursts into tears.

Everyone knows that Third Young Master Wen has trouble with his eyesight, but he hates wearing glasses. When he goes out, Mr. Wen often cannot see clearly the stairs, floors, or even inconspicuous stones, and then gets angry and involves innocent objects...

It would be nice if he paid more attention to the environment and wouldn't make a fool of himself.

But Mr. Wen, who was embarrassed today, was so angry that he didn't pay attention to what was in front of him. He hit a big tree so hard that his nose bled.

"Si Qingheng! You and I are at odds with each other!"

Third Young Master Wen was furious and yelled at Ruiyuan Tower.

"Suddenly I felt that today's performance was good, thank you." Si Qingheng clapped his hands and laughed, very generous.

"Cut down that damn tree."

Third Young Master Wen covered his face and left, and before leaving, he even dropped harsh words.

Boss Su shook his head, and after Wen San left, he whispered,

"I'm afraid I won't see Young Master Wen for a long time recently."

There are too many people present, and the news that Wen San hit the tree tonight will spread quickly.

Several people ate, drank, and drank, and before they knew it, they were full.

Everyone watched a good show, but also felt that this was not a place to stay for a long time, and it was easy to get into trouble. Liu Saner and others thanked Boss Su and left together.

After Boss Su paid the bill, he went out with Si Qingyan.

Si Qingheng, who was sitting alone on the second floor, finished the side dishes on the table and drank a few glasses of wine. He happened to stand by the railing and looked down when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure and stared at it unconsciously for several times.

Why is he here?

Si Qingyan noticed that someone was looking at him. When he turned around, he only saw a slender silhouette on the second floor, wearing a military uniform and looking majestic.

"It seems that Marshal Si and Young Master Wen are drinking today."

Boss Su found out some information, and the two of them talked quietly on the way back.

"I heard that Third Young Master Wen waited for a long time to see Young Marshal Si, but as soon as we met, Third Young Master Wen ran away without sitting down for a moment."

"Sit back and wait." Si Qingyan thought of an idiom.

"Zu Nao, don't let Third Young Master Wen know about it, he is petty." Boss Su warned Si Qingyan, resisting the urge to laugh.

He wanted to ask more, do you know Marshal Si?

Are you related to Marshal Si?

But the time is not ripe at the moment...and Si Qingyan doesn't seem to have any reaction.

At the top of the moon, Si Qingyan and Boss Su said goodbye to each other on the street and went home.

There seemed to be someone following behind him. When Si Qingyan turned around, the person disappeared again.

The person following him disappeared until he was near the yard.

Si Qingyan stood in the yard for a while, and then felt relieved when she noticed that the man was gone.

It doesn't look like he's motivated by money, and he doesn't have any ill intentions. It looks like he's here to escort you full-time...

A Ford car was parked at the entrance of the alley. The person sitting in the driver's seat had an indifferent expression. His eyes wandered following the dim light pouring out of the window of a house at the entrance of the alley. The profound facial features were softened a lot by the warm color.

At this time, the man following Si Qingyan was bending down to talk to Si Qingheng. The man was also wearing a military uniform. When he deliberately stepped lightly, there was almost no sound. He whispered:

"The third young master has returned home and is very alert."

Si Qingheng nodded, let him sit in the passenger seat, and drove to another mansion in Wancheng himself.

I haven’t seen him for such a long time, but he has made some progress.

"Young Marshal, aren't you going back to the Commander's Mansion?" the subordinate asked boldly.

"It's too late today."

Si Qingheng said no more, thinking of the two people living in the alley, he felt very at ease.

Take one step at a time and keep going no matter how difficult it is.

I just don’t know what the third brother has been doing recently... Why are he in Ruiyuan Building? Did he get into some trouble?

We still have to send someone to check, but we can’t do it too obviously.

He pressed his temples and swallowed the sigh that was about to come out, feeling a little tired.

…

"Third Young Master, the old hen at Mother Lin's house has a brood of chicks. Let's pick a few and raise them early tomorrow..."

Uncle Xiang is not asleep yet and is weaving a bamboo basket with very nimble fingers.

Although he is old, he is not idle. He usually keeps the yard in order and occasionally makes some bamboo products to sell. Although they are not worth a few dollars, the little money adds up to a lot, which can cover some expenses.

"good."

"I'll boil the water. Master, please wait for a while."

Uncle Xiang neatly stuffed the leftover scraps left from cutting bamboo into the stove, got wood chips to start the fire, and soon there was a bright flame in the stove.

"Master, have you eaten enough? If not, put an egg in the water and it will be cooked quickly."

"I'm full. The boss is treating me to dinner at Ruiyuan Building tonight."

"Okay... this boss is so kind. Master, please calm down and learn more skills. When the vegetables in our yard grow well, give some to the boss."

"good."

While the water was still boiling on the stove, Si Qingyan sat next to Uncle Xiang, took the unfinished bamboo basket from him, and continued to weave it.

"If the boss treats the young master badly, let's come back and think of other ways. Although Uncle Xiang is old and still has a pair of hands, he will never let the young master starve to death." Uncle Xiang's skinny fingers moved quickly, and he quickly knitted a Small bamboo basket.

"This bamboo basket is filled with flowers. It's very beautiful. Once I put it at the door of the dance hall, it was sold out quickly."

"Don't be tired, you still have enough money." Si Qingyan said in a very gentle tone.

"My body is very strong, not much worse than that of young people..."

Uncle Xiang's hands were covered with thick calluses, and some tiny bamboo thorns could not penetrate even if he tried to pierce them.

While boiling water, Si Qingyan learned how to weave bamboo baskets for a while, and it didn't take long for her to weave them properly.

Uncle Xiang originally thought it was not good for the young master to learn this, but then he thought about how unpredictable things are. No matter what he is learning, it is always good to learn.

How many noble young masters and ladies in this world have turned into prisoners, caged birds, struggling to even eat. You have to stand up on your own to have a chance to save your life in this troubled world.

After washing up, Si Qingyan wiped her dripping hair, feeling somewhat fortunate that the original owner didn't like braids.

Uncle Xiang has gone to bed, and the courtyard is very quiet. Occasionally, you can hear the cicadas and frogs in the distance. There were many mosquito-repellent plants planted under the window, and there were not many mosquitoes in the house. Coupled with the string of spiritual sandalwood beads, no mosquitoes dared to bite Si Qingyan.

How to plan for the future?

Lack of financial resources, barely surviving.

Insufficient force, barely able to defend themselves.

Empty knowledge cannot be transformed into power.

If you want to make up for the lack of processes in the middle, financial resources and force are indispensable.

In today's situation where all aspects of materials are extremely poor, it will take several years to just research some simple equipment, let alone directly produce giant weapons...

Moreover, there is no money in hand.

How many people in China are studying uranium ore today...how many people have heard of it? There are not even instruments to detect the composition of the ore. Si Qingyan's heart grew dark when she thought that in the future she might have to knock on countless rocks in search of uranium ore.

Domestic literature has developed and can even be called prosperous, but in physics, talents are very scarce.

If you want to accomplish something, it cannot be accomplished overnight.

There's no point in being anxious.

Si Qingyan originally wrote a series of formulas on the paper, but finally crumpled it all into a ball, unfolded it, opened the lampshade, and waited until it burned to ashes before calming down.

He flipped through the books piled on the desk again, and unexpectedly found a blank book.

It turned out to be a holiday homework book.

Only the name is written on the title page.

I didn’t expect that students in this era also need to do vacation homework...

Si Qingyan's mood improved instantly. She picked up her pen and wrote a few pages. The light was too dim and the flames jumped from time to time, which was very dazzling to the eyes. He resisted the urge to write a few more lines and put away his homework.

It would be terrible if he became as short-sighted as Mr. Wen.

You can take your homework to Zhenbao Pavilion tomorrow to write it down, and you can also make some notes along the way. Anyway, Zhenbao Pavilion doesn't have any business.