Three Hundred and Twenty-Two: When I Was Young, My Clothes Were Thin (5)

"Brother Ci, my father is drinking tea in the front hall. Hunting　　Δ文网ＷｗΔＷ．『LieWen．Ｃｃ"

Wei Ci came out of Jiang Pengji's house, took a short rest and then went to visit his mentor's house.

Although Mr. Yuan Jing was famous throughout the country and was the most famous celebrity of the time, he lived a simple life. His house was neither big nor small, and the scenery in the house was very casual. The scenery in the yard was all prepared by him bit by bit, with a natural wildness.

He just raised his hand to knock on the door, and the door opened by itself, and a slightly immature and energetic face appeared from the door.

The one who opened the door was the mentor's youngest daughter, and also the most beloved old woman - Zhu Qingning.

Wei Ci smiled and said, "Is this Master's prediction?"

Qing Ning directly dismantled Mr. Yuan Jing's stage and said playfully, "No, it's obviously San Wu in the courtyard who suddenly ran around in joy and made his father helpless, so he knew that it was Brother Ci who came. It's not as powerful as Brother Ci said."

San Wu was a kitten that Mr. Yuan Jing accidentally picked up. It had a difficult birth before, and Wei Ci happened to be a guest at the mansion, so Qing Ning pulled her to help. In the end, she successfully gave birth to four pure black kittens. It is estimated that because of this incident, San Wu is very close to Wei Ci.

Because of this incident, Wei Ci was teased by several classmates who had a good relationship with him, and of course there were malicious ridicules.

Those people teased him maliciously and threatened that if he did not achieve anything in the future, he could still be a midwife for women.

For these malicious words, Wei Ci just smiled and didn't take them to heart at all.

Thinking of the scene where his teacher was drinking tea in the hall and was harassed by San Wu in various ways, he couldn't help laughing and smiled.

Qingning blushed when she saw his appearance.

She fell behind and followed him in small steps, biting her lower lip and asked shyly, "Brother Ci, did you just come back from visiting a friend?"

"Yes." Wei Ci said, "The beginning of March is the master's birthday, so we have to come back early anyway."

Qingning said, "Oh, Brother Ci, do you remember what day February 16 is?"

"February 16?" Wei Ci was stunned for a moment, "Ci knows that February 15 is the Flower Festival, but what day is this 16?"

Qingning looked disappointed,

trying hard to hide the unhappiness on her face, fortunately she had already arrived at the front hall, so she bowed her head and hurriedly said goodbye.

Wei Ci was puzzled, is this child's mind so difficult to understand now?

When Mr. Yuan Jing saw his little daughter's attitude, he frowned and did not speak directly.

"Master." Wei Ci greeted.

"No need to be polite."

Mr. Yuan Jing held Sanwu, who was struggling and scratching, tightly with one hand, while straightening his messy sleeves, looking a little embarrassed.

Wei Ci suppressed his laughter and said, "If Master can't hold Sanwu, let me do the hard work and hold Sanwu for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Yuan Jing loosened his hand, and Sanwu slipped into Wei Ci's arms and found a comfortable position to lie down.

Mr. Yuan Jing curled his lips secretly, another one who was seduced by the youth, and the old man was despised.

"Just now I saw you and Wu Niang chatting happily, I wonder what you talked about?"

Qingning is the fifth child in the family, so many elders call her Wu Niang.

Wei Ci said bluntly in confusion, "Wu Niang asked me if I could remember what day February 16 was..."

Mr. Yuan Jing sighed and said, "February 16 is Wu Niang's birthday."

Wei Ci was stunned in place, and his hand that was stroking Sanwu's neck stopped. He couldn't help but have an absurd idea in his mind.

In Wei Ci's opinion, this was indeed absurd and terrifying.

He still pretended not to understand and said with a smile, "So you want to ask for a birthday gift from your disciple."

Mr. Yuan Jing had a fierce face and exposed Wei Ci's cover-up.

"After February 16, Wu Niang will be thirteen years old, and it's time to get married."

Having said this, it would be a bit too much for Wei Ci to continue pretending not to understand, so he could only smile bitterly.

"Ci has watched Wu Niang grow up, and I am seven or eight years older than her. I just treat her as a sister, so how could I have these thoughts."

"Master knows that you live a life like a monk and don't care about these worldly things, but Wu Niang is young..." Mr. Yuan Jing paused here, lowered his voice and asked Wei Ci, "Master is happy to see this happen, it all depends on your wishes."

After all, he is a student he likes. Mr. Yuan Jing can also say that he has watched Wei Ci grow up and knows his temper. If he can recruit him as a son-in-law, it would be great. He also loves Wu Niang, a daughter who comes in old age. As an old father, he naturally hopes that she lives a good life.

Wei Ci was startled. Sanwu in his arms noticed his mood change, patted Wei Ci with his paw pads, and meowed several times.

"Disciple, I don't mean to do that." Wei Ci shook his head, "Besides, Ci doesn't want to hurt her."

In fact, Wei Ci almost got married when he was fifteen years old.

But when the two families exchanged the engagement letter, the woman was scared and regretted the marriage.

Not to mention the regret, his reputation was almost ruined.

Those who are still willing to be friends with him now are all true friends, and Wei Ci is very rare.

No matter which family, if they see Wei Ci's horoscope, who dares to marry?

Mr. Yuan Jing secretly rolled his eyes. Wei Ci's refusal was okay to fool those ignorant people, but it was not good enough to fool him.

Those who believe in the theory of horoscope will naturally be restrained, and those who don't believe will naturally be fine.

Mr. Yuan Jing sighed, "Well, the old man won't be a nasty person who breaks up the couple."

Wei Ci's expression froze, as if he thought of something and tried to evade the question.

"Little girls are the most unstable. They like certain things very quickly. If there is a substitute, they will also transfer their feelings quickly." Mr. Yuan Jing said faintly, "It's almost the Flower Festival. When the time comes, let your master's wife find a girl who looks as good as you for Wu Niang. I guess this matter will be over."

Wei Ci was a little embarrassed.

Is it his fault that he looks good?

You should ask his parents for this matter.

However, Mr. Yuan Jing made his attitude clear, which made Wei Ci feel a little relieved.

He still lied just now. He didn't regard Qing Ning as a sister, but as a daughter or granddaughter.

Considering the issue of seniority, he changed his words.

Wei Ci talked to Mr. Yuan Jing for a while, and then his master's wife came over and said that she had something to tell him.

Mr. Yuan Jing watched Wei Ci leave with San Wu in his arms. He was silent for a moment, and his eyes turned to the screen on one side of the hall.

"Did you hear everything?"

Qing Ning pursed her lips, her eyes were full of tears, bloodshot, and there were traces of tears on her face.

"Stop thinking about it. I will find you a good son-in-law. Be good. There are so many good men in the world. Although not all of them are as good as me, there are many who are as filial as me."

Mr. Yuan Jing loves his little daughter, but he is not without principles.

Only Wei Ci is a little troublesome.

"I don't believe that Brother Ci's fate will bring bad luck to his wife, son, husband, mother, teacher, friend, and all nine clans. I'm not afraid!"

"I'm not afraid of your father either, but he has someone in his heart, and you can't squeeze in. Why bother?"

Qing Ning heard this and started crying again.

Father, this is different from what we agreed at the beginning.