“Um…”

Ye Tianhe whispered, staggered two steps, and hugged Mo Yiyi and was about to fall forward.

Ning Zhao watched Ye Tianhe, who had always been a warm man, twisted his waist, supported himself with one hand and hugged Mo Yiyi with the other, and Thomas was swollen in the air.

It is worthy of being the protagonist's halo, neither of them fell like this!

Ning Zhao suppressed his hands that wanted to applaud, pulled back his thoughts, took advantage of the empty city gate, and quickly stepped forward and slid Xuan Xiang, and flew out of the city gate.

Chu Yu followed closely behind.

In short, Xu Mingchao and Yin Ziqi and Cui Shan also noticed the slowly closing city gate. The four of them hurriedly mobilized their spiritual power and flew out of the city gate.

...

There was a vast white space in front of him, and some memories that did not belong to the prophet were touched into his mind.

He stood in a daze on the long street, watching the crowds coming and going on the street, but no one paid attention to him.

The prophet's eyes moved to the faces of the two girls in front of him again.

Obviously no one did anything wrong, but the girl was just kind-hearted.

A white light suddenly flashed in front of him. When he opened his eyes again, he stood at the city gate again.

At worst... At worst, he can use the table and cabinet at home, and he can always get a few copper plates and take his young son to see the doctor.

Chen Xiucai lowered his head again.

The man sitting in the stall was wearing a dark blue robe full of patches, holding a brush in his hand, and lowering his head, looking like he didn't want to contact the two girls opposite him.

The man in front of him had a slightly green face, his slender eyes were hanging low, and there was a small scar on his right cheek, which was the young and sick-free version of Chen Xiucai.

When the prophet saw the faces of the master and servant, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought of something, and suddenly looked down at the man in a dark blue robe.

The prophet took a few steps forward and his eyes fell on the man in a dark blue robe.

Could it be...what he sees now is the memory of Chen Xiucai?

Chen Xiucai felt a series of hot gazes stabbed him from the side, in front and behind him, waiting for him to give an answer.

The woman in purple gauze next to her reached out and pointed the little maid at Chen Xiucai's hand and pressed it down. After hesitating for a moment, she asked in a warm voice: "I heard that your youngest son in your family is sick and has a high fever.

It's a time to lack money."

The prophet looked at the faces of the two girls in front of him, and a bold idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

The crowd passed through his body, and the prophet realized that his body was transparent and could not be seen by others.

The man in a dark blue robe slowly raised his head. He looked at the arrogant look of the little maid, and he was full of thoughts in his heart, but he still shook his head firmly.

Chen Xiucai was speechless and was thinking about the child in his heart. He only pursed his lips and thanked Aunt Wang. He immediately packed up the calligraphy and painting stall and ran home without looking back.

It turns out that worldly rumors can really crush a person.

Before he could finish his thoughts, he heard the girl from Hongxiulou in front of him sneered, his eyes fluttered, and he said loudly: "Everyone said that literati should have integrity and character. But... when they encountered real difficulties, they were in trouble.

, What role can these things play?"

The Chen family's ancestors had bandits. When he reached this point, he had been splashed with dirty water and suffered a lot. With a worldly vision, he could even kill someone.

"What, you are so poor that you can't afford to eat, but you still have to save face! Our girl comes to your calligraphy and painting stall to buy paintings. She is pitying you. You are not willing to sell paintings anymore, hum!"

"Didn't you remember the wrong person?"

The prophet murmured unconsciously.

The prophet wanted to keep up, but he felt like he had been cast by someone and could not move at all. He could only watch Chen Xiucai's thin back disappear into the crowd bit by bit.

One is slightly taller, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with his eyes slightly lowered, his face green but he could vaguely see his stunning appearance.

A bulging sound came from not far away. The prophet looked up and saw it was a calligraphy and painting stall.

The woman in purple gauze raised her charming eyes, glanced across the faces of everyone around her, then chuckled and left the calligraphy and painting stall without looking back.

Another shorter one, about eleven or twelve years old, had a red mouth, staring at her eyes and looking sharp-tongued.

The old Chen Xiucai's haggard face appeared in front of the prophet. He lay on the bed covered with an old quilt full of patches. He raised his head and tried to open his eyes. He curled up his mouth and showed uneven teeth. His face was full.

It's a begging look.

The little maid had a pair of almond eyes widened and her two thin eyebrows frowned. She stretched out her hand and pointed at Chen Xiucai, and opened her mouth, but she couldn't even say a word.

"Prophet, Dad's good son, don't leave."

Just counting up the number of ancestors who committed crimes, they have been criticized until now. If he takes over the silver from the girl in Hongxiu Tower, he will not know how many storms will be heard.

The little maid spat at Chen Xiucai, spit out a fire from her nose, and followed the woman in purple gauze dress and left the calligraphy and painting stall.

"Little scholar, I have given you a chance, you are reluctant to leave this face."

Chen Xiucai lowered his head, as if he suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and looked at the aunt in the stall next to him, "Aunt Wang, last month... Last month you borrowed a tael of silver from me and said it was for purchase.

.”

"You really don't want to make a painting for me?"

"Can you return it to me now?"

There were two girls, one tall and one short, standing in front of the stall. One was wearing a thin purple gauze dress embroidered with butterflies, and the other was wearing a simple bean green dress, which seemed to be a master and a servant.

"Little scholar, our girl is so talking about it. A painting, a tael of silver. Isn't this better than your inscription?"

What is the relationship between these two girls and Xiucai Chen?

"you!"

Aunt at the powder stall next door rolled her eyes, grinned at the red lips, and said in a daze: "Ashen, what are you saying, your aunt, when will you lend it to you?

Is it silver?"

"father…"

"No painting."

"You, are you painting?"

"The prophet had a high fever, and there was no medicine at home. He was still so young. I had to take him to see the doctor with this tael of silver."

He closed his eyes, thought of the slightly red face of his youngest son in the family, and the bumps he had been going on, and the burden he carried on his shoulders, he shook his head hesitantly.

She deliberately raised her voice, "Auntie also knows that the prophet is sick, you are very anxious. Don't panic, don't panic, isn't it just a tael of silver? Isn't it? Isn't it lent you to you?"

At this time, he had already stepped past the city gate, and his other foot had just been raised and was about to leave.

The prophet stood beside him, looking at the crowd around him, looking or exploring, and felt a little tired.

As she said that, she found a small cloth bag from her arms, took out a small piece of silver from it, and stuffed it into Chen Xiucai's hand.

Many people appeared beside Chen Xiucai in an instant.

"Don't leave, don't leave, kid Chen, what should you do if you leave?" This is Aunt Wang.

"Oh, don't leave your father behind, he will count on you!" This is the grandma selling tofu next door.

"Chin's boy, are you going to watch your father lying on the bed with rotten and smelly smelly?" This is the uncle who was thug at the entrance of the street.
Chapter completed!