Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]

6.9 - Scumbag, does it hurt to be slapped in the face?

　　The morning at Nanfeng Academy begins with the sound of roosters crowing.

　　The handyman, who had not yet fully woken up from his sleep, lazily opened the door. The bottle inside had already been changed into clothes, and he carefully checked it up and down. He held the account book in his hand and rechecked the numbers he had checked last night. Then he raised his head and said a few words to the handyman.

　　Noisy sounds came from outside the door, gongs and drums shook the sky, and it was extremely festive and lively.

　　Han Ping put down the account book in his hand, frowned and looked outside.

　　"What's going on here?"

　　The servant also looked out the door and replied: "Oh, which family has officially decided to give out the betrothal gift..."

　　He stood up and stood at the door for a while, then suddenly said: "This seems to be a member of the Shen family?"

　　Han Ping stood up suddenly.

　　Nanfeng Academy was not far from the main road. Standing on the threshold, he could clearly see the determined flow of people. The red color was bright and dazzling, pricking everywhere, like thorns piercing in, all the way to my heart.

　　Han Ping paused, took a step back, and closed the door tightly.

　　"Why are you closing the door?" Suddenly the voice of Dragon Swallowing came from behind, with a long and drawn-out tone. With a bit of usual arrogance and disdain, he reached out his hand and suddenly pushed the door that had just been closed open again. , "Isn't it just a matter of making a decision? Is there anything I don't dare to see?"

　　Being used to his temper, Han Ping just sighed softly.

　　"You have to think about dad..."

　　"What are you thinking about?" Tulong frowned, "He has to go see it, he can't escape!"

　　None of them doubted Duan Cun's intentions towards Shen Hanxiu.

　　When Duan Cun first entered the Nanfeng Pavilion, he was only eleven or twelve years old, but he had already learned to be smart and behave like a mature adult. He was nimble and diligent, chopping firewood, lighting fires, cleaning, and making tea. He did everything. Occasionally, he could not stand it any longer and was so sleepy that the boiling tea burned his forearms with a string of bubbles. , Tong Ping never heard him cry.

　　By the time Han Ping entered the library, Duan Cun had quickly grown into the boss's right-hand man.

　　He never shed a tear in front of anyone. Even if a guest saw his handsome appearance and immediately made contact with him, he would push the guest away with a smile on his face without leaving a trace, making people who could flatter him feel happy.

　　For such a seemingly tough man, Han Ping secretly saw him crying once.

　　That's when he received a letter.

　　It's more like a crumpled piece of paper than a letter. Duan Cun was literate, so he read it secretly behind his back, and then silently stuffed it into his clothes. But his originally straight shoulders slowly tensed up, and then shook up and down. Tunping stood behind the tree and caught a glimpse of him biting his lip, but the ground in front of him quickly soaked a small area.

　　It wasn't until he got acquainted that he heard that Duan Cun, a fellow countryman, had failed the provincial examination and had to wait a few more years.

　　"Why didn't dad think about going to school by himself at that time?" Han Ping asked.

　　The young man was leaning on the railing of the Nanfeng Pavilion. The fragrance in the pavilion was so strong that when it came from the pavilion, it was like an unknown hand covering one's mouth and nose. Duan Cun lowered his eyes and looked down at the waiter sitting on the guest's lap, laughing. The dancing candlelight dyed the entire venue orange-red, and the hanging curtains were blown high by the night wind. Duan Cun held up the pipe and only laughed lightly.