"Brother Fang is homesick?" Zhong Xiaorou saw Fang Yun's look of remembrance and asked softly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Home? Perhaps, a place with a family can be called a home. Xiaorou, you can have Zhong Lei and Uncle Zhong, two close relatives, very happy. Thinking of their adoptive parents who had not had time to do their filial piety because of a car accident, Fang Yun couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Seeing Fang Yun's suddenly depressed mood, Zhong Xiaorou said a little helplessly, "Brother Fang, did I remind you of something unhappy, I'm sorry." ”

"It's nothing, there are some things that don't exist if you don't mention them. In fact, compared to most people, I think I am in a good situation now. Let's make the deletion first, in the future, I will have to be self-reliant in Hangzhou, I want to make the first pot of gold, and by the way, I will also save some dowry money for Miss Xiaorou. Fang Yun shook his head and quickly turned his attention back to the focus of the work in front of him.

"Okay, in order to make Brother Fang have more money on hand in the future, I will definitely try my best to assist Brother Fang." Zhong Xiaorou smiled, although they hadn't been together for a long time, they were no strangers to Fang Yun's funny and joking side, and she didn't entangle with Fang Yun more about the dowry. It's just that Fang Yun seemed to have some unhappy things but was unwilling to confide in her, which made Zhong Xiaorou, who had always wanted to know Fang Yun better, feel a little lost for no reason.

"Hey, this girl looks a little like Mrs. Lou. A few days ago, the owner of the workshop took me to Lou's Mansion to help Lou's Mansion print some things, and I happened to see Mrs. Lou's glance. It's so well drawn. ”

This Zhong Laohan walked in from the door again, this side has not yet been finalized, Zhong Laohan just went to the workshop to choose the printing plate, and there is no need to do printing for the time being, plus the workshop is not far away, so he will come back quickly.

Fang Yun was furious in his heart, this old guy, after all, was still not at ease, seeing that Zhong Xiaorou was shy and lovely, he actually turned back to the scenery at this time, it was really annoying!

"Uncle Zhong smiled, since he looks like Mrs. Lou, it will be easy to do, although we are making up, but it is always good to be close."

With Zhong Laohan's super-large light bulb present, Fang Yun also restrained a little, and the business was important. However, Saion lost his horse, and with the addition of Zhong Laohan, the speed became faster, cutting the size of the paper pattern, and then setting the image area and the text description area. Although Fang Yun was the main one, the two fathers and daughters also put forward a lot of constructive suggestions.

Zhong Xiaorou thought for a moment and said, "But I heard that the eldest lady of the Lou family is quiet by nature, and she used to be a talented girl in Songshan Academy. It shouldn't be as heroic as this riding girl. ”

"Well, that's easy, too." Fang Yun was slightly contemplative, the charcoal pen in his hand sketched on the paper several times, and a beautiful girl with a dress moving in the wind, with a bit of ethereal and gentle beauty, jumped on the paper, giving people the feeling of coming out of the paper, vivid.

Seeing this simple and realistic portrait on the paper, Zhong Laohan admired it and said with admiration, "Hey, this one is more like Mrs. Lou, it's really a god, although Xiao Lao'er doesn't say that he has traveled all over the country, but he has also seen a lot of young talents in Suzhou and Hangzhou, but Fang Gongzi's ability is the only one in Xiao Lao'er's life." ”

Fang Yun put away the charcoal pen and looked left and right for a while, nodded seriously and praised, "Well, the drawing is really good." ”

Zhong Xiaorou smiled with her teeth, glanced at Fang Yun with her eyes and did not speak.

Dinner was solved at Zhong's house, because several people had done a lot of work, just some leftover dishes at noon, and dinner was also delicious, and Shoude and Zhong Lei were originally gossipy, and today I inquired about the news of the day, and I haven't been idle since I came back. After the meal, Fang Yun drew a few martial artists who were very powerful in the mouths of the two of them. The approximate number of words in the booklet has already been planned, and no matter how much it is, the printing workshop will not be able to do it.

After agreeing on the content with Zhong Xiaorou's father and daughter, they went out again, the bright moon was already hanging high outside, and several birds looked dark in the night, as if they were disturbed, fluttering their wings, turning a willow tree and flying a few times, but they did not find a suitable place to stay, and flapped their wings and flew away.

"Young master, before the curfew started today, there are so many fewer pedestrians on the road, this movement is not right." Shoude looked around suspiciously beside Fang Yun.

"Let's just go back to the inn and sleep, no matter the flood outside, keep your spirits up, and get up early tomorrow morning and work hard to earn money." Fang Yun yawned, traveling to this inexplicable ancient time, although his strength was a lot greater, he was also prone to sleepiness.

Shoude was busy working outside today, and he was also a little tired, so he returned to the inn and fell asleep.

Fang Yun washed it briefly, yawned and was about to fall back to bed, but as soon as he sat on the edge of the bed, a trace of coldness on his neck suddenly made Fang Yun feel excited.

"This brother, there is an eighty-year-old mother below, and there are more than a month of children waiting to be fed, people are poor and short-minded, and there are few taels of silver, can Brother Tai raise his noble hand and put it on the next horse."

Fang Yun felt the coldness on his neck, and suddenly shuddered, his mind spun quickly, could it be that scum of Zhang Bahu? It shouldn't be, Shoude and Zhong Lei are very ruthless, this Zhang Bahu should still be recuperating at home, it's just his dog legs, I'm afraid it won't be good in a few days. Could it be a fat horse? That's not too much, Ma Fatzi works in the casino, and most of the money in the pit is also from the casino, compared to the casino pit, it is even more a drop in the bucket, for the casino, it is just a little less money, and it is not to this point.

"You learned this line really fast enough, the day before yesterday in the manor, you talked about dozens of taels in the manor, and yesterday in the alley you talked about dozens of taels, in the eyes of the common people, it is also a small rich family, is it just a day's work, you have lost all this silver again?" A slightly weak, mocking voice rang out.

Sure enough, it's not those two guys, but they are so familiar with themselves, who could it be? Could it be that the handsome of labor and management has aroused the secret attention and jealousy of some people in Hangzhou, so they sent someone to follow him and want to kill the killer?

Unable to figure out where the other party came from, Fang Yun didn't dare to act rashly, with a hint of embarrassment in his tone that was debunked by the other party, and he shouted injustice.

"This brother Tai, it's really a big misunderstanding, the fat man and the casino squeezed out my family property, the day before yesterday was just looking for them to recover some losses, as for yesterday's chapter Bahu, you go to inquire, who in Hangzhou City doesn't know this evil thing, it's just all evil, everyone gets to be punished. Yesterday, I wanted to frame and rob the people's daughters, but it was also out of righteous indignation, so I came out and prevented such a tragedy from happening. ”

"Out of righteous indignation? I think you are a drunkard, not in wine, but with that splashy skin, all the way, coveting the beauty of that girl. ”

The voice behind him said disdainfully.

Fang Yun suddenly hesitated for a while, Ni Mei, can you speak tactfully? Although it is true that there is such an idea, is it still not a practical action? Now I didn't even touch my hand, but I made a commotion, which is really fucking unlucky.

The cold voice behind him snorted, "What, I was hit in the sore spot and I have nothing to say?" ”