"Xiaofan, have you noticed that Maqiao doesn't seem to be the same as before?"
Jiang Xuning took a small bite of the "oil hammer", looked at Maqiao, who was dancing "singing and dancing", and said thoughtfully.
"What's the difference" Because the street was too noisy, Yang Fan didn't hear clearly, he leaned over to Jiang Xuning and asked loudly.
Jiang Xuning said loudly: "I mean, Maqiao doesn't seem to be the same as before." ” Yang Fan said: "How is it different?"
Jiang Xuning shook his head and said, "I can't tell."
I grew up with Ma Qiao, so I am very familiar with him.
Although he still looks the same as before, he just feels a little different. ” Jiang Xuning tilted his head and thought about it, and added: "By the way, the eyes are different, I used to look at him, like a child who has not grown up, and I only have the idea of playing in my mind, but now I look at him, it seems that there is a little bit of a man's taste, yes, he no longer looks like a child, a bit like a man." ” Yang Fan smiled, he turned his head and looked at Ma Qiao, who was dancing happily, and he also felt that Ma Qiao had really changed a lot.
His personality has not changed, he is still a natural optimist, and he is still as heartless and poor and happy when it is time to play.
However, his attitude is not the same as before.
The same thing, which he did before and what he does now, has a completely different taste.
Now, no matter what he does, he has more seriousness, a thinking, and a dedication to the goal, and there must always be a goal in life, so that you will not lose the way ahead like a rudderless ship.
Yang Fan looked at Ma Qiao, Ma Qiao took the hands of the two little girls, raised them one after the other, and walked with the beat, and when he saw Yang Fan looking at him, he made a grimace.
Yang Fan said with a smile: "Brother Qiao plans to join the forbidden army with me after the Yuan Festival." ” "Join the Praetorian Army" Jiang Xuning said in surprise: "Is the forbidden army so easy to do?"
Yang Fan said: "Sister Ning, don't you look at who our backstage is, it's Xue Huaiyi, the master of the White Horse Temple, he said a word, what's so difficult about joining the forbidden army" Jiang Xuning looked at the horse bridge in the distance, then at Yang Fan, and said in disbelief: "You two should be forbidden soldiers" Yang Fan smiled: "No, the two of us, it doesn't necessarily have to be the life of a fangding for the rest of our lives." ” Jiang Xuning became happy and said, "Of course, but the two of you suddenly have the opportunity to be a forbidden army, which really surprised me."
Okay, great, you two, finally have a chance, especially Maqiao, this guy."
Jiang Xuning glanced at the horse bridge in the distance and smiled with satisfaction.
Yang Fan glanced at her and said leisurely: "Sister Ning and the person surnamed Liu have already broken off their marriage, have you ever thought about it?"
"What do you think?"
Yang Fan raised his chin to Ma Qiao and said with a smile: "Have you ever thought about being our future general's wife?"
"Just Him" Jiang Xuning habitually gave Ma Qiao in the distance a roll of his eyes, and then looked at him carefully, but his white cheeks turned red for no reason, and the words that habitually mocked him were not spoken.
"Give it to me, give it back, you two little bastards" Ma Qiao suddenly shook off the two girls and ran towards Yang Fan and Jiang Xuning, the two children ran in front of him with a giggling smile, and got past between Yang Fan and Jiang Xuning.
It turns out that although the scene of hundreds of people singing and dancing is spectacular, there are inevitably people who will drop all kinds of things in the song and dance, of course, generally too valuable things are taken care of well, and they are not likely to fall, even if they drop a hairpin, they are generally wooden, not worth a few dollars.
So there are some children, specially around the people who are singing, if they drop something, they will pick it up, Ma Qiao wore a sheepskin hat, there is no hair on his head, he can't hang the hat naked, he dances and dances, the hat falls to the ground, and is picked up by the two little guys.
The child is small, as flexible as a fish in the crowd, Ma Qiao only chased a few steps and couldn't find anyone, he returned to Yang Fan and Jiang Xuning dejectedly, touched his bald head and said: "It's just a song, and I lost my hat, it's really unlucky" said and reached out to the dough sheet and took the "oil hammer" in his hand.
Jiang Xuning slapped his hand down, picked up the last oil hammer, and snorted: "Isn't it very comfortable to dance with the hand of the girl, you better continue to dance."
Come, little sail, open your mouth" "Ahh Yang Fan pretended to be a good baby, opened his mouth wide, and Jiang Xuning threw the last piece of "oil hammer" into his mouth.
Among the three people in Yang Fan's party, he is the youngest, but when it comes to life experience and the ups and downs of fate, Ma Qiao and Jiang Xuning, who are older than him, are far from being comparable to him.
Ma Qiao and Jiang Xuning are a clump of grass on the ancient wall of Luoyang alley, and the farthest scenery they have seen can't go beyond that corner of the eaves, but Yang Fan is a clump of aquatic plants floating on the sea, and has experienced a world thousands of times wider than them, so his knowledge is higher than these two, and his mind is more mature than them.
Similarly, among Xie Xiaoman's group, there may be older than Xiaoman, but when it comes to the maturity of her mind, there are few who can compare with her, although her expression and movements sometimes look delicate and childish, but most of the time, she is quieter than her companions.
At this moment, it is the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, the streets of Dingding are very lively, and the partners are chattering, discussing which lantern is more beautiful, which girl who has just walked over has a gorgeous shawl on her shoulder, where is the music being played is very beautiful, and Xiaoman's attention is the snow in the sky.
It is snowing in the sky, the snowflakes are not big, gently curling, the faint artistic conception, and the red light emitted by the lanterns are particularly fascinating.
The flying snowflakes, the blurry lights, the noisy crowd, the tug-of-war, the music of singing and dancing, and the crackling of firecrackers constitute a beautiful picture of sound and shadow, still and moving.
At her age, girls are either pursuing beautiful clothes and jewelry, or looking forward to the husband they will marry, some small joys can fill their small hearts.
The problem is that Xiaoman's heart has long been filled by one person, and that person's life and death and fate have become her only concern.
Niuniu's education is completely different from Yang Fan, Yang Fan under the guidance of the old man who is more than 100 years old, he has never let the tribulations of childhood leave any shadow in his heart, he is positive, optimistic, looking forward to a better future, he has not forgotten his responsibilities, nor has he forgotten the pursuit of a happy life.
And Xiaoman, under the teaching of Aunt Xie, has been taught to focus and single-mindedness since he was a child.
Once you have decided on something, you must complete it without distractions.
So her thinking is completely different from Yang Fan, and she is used to doing things with such qualitative thinking.
Therefore, she rarely feels happy, unless she finds her brother and ends this wish, I am afraid that she will be burdened with this responsibility for the rest of her life, and she will not have the energy to pursue her own happiness.
"Sister Ying, look at that carp lamp, hey" Lan Yiqing pointed her finger, but her finger suddenly stopped in the air, she looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "Sister Ying, look, look at it, is that guy the bald little monk?"
The bald little monk in Lan Yiqing's mouth was referring to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan bowed several times in the palace, although he was inferior to the Ouchi team in terms of the strength of the whole team, but his personal superb ball skills convinced these girls in the palace.
Recently, Yang Fan practiced bowing diligently and did not go to the palace, and these girls often think of him and talk about him when they play football.
The bald little monk is the nickname they gave Yang Fan.
Lan Yiqing pinched Xiao Man's waist and said angrily: "It's still the first seat of the White Horse Temple, it's really a thief monk who doesn't abide by the rules, you see, he changed into lay clothes, sneaky, and still with a girl."
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"Oh, really" The other girls looked in the direction Lan Yiqing pointed out, and immediately chattered.
"It's really him, it's really him" "Oh, why don't I think he's as pretty as a bald head in a hat?"
"What do you nymphomaniac look at, this kind of stinky monk who doesn't follow the rules."
"Oh, don't say it, the girl next to him is pretty handsome."
The girls are gossiping, curious to see the lively thoughts account for seventy or eighty percent, don't look at them a stinky monk, in fact, Yang Fan is not disgusted with Yang Fan, Yang Fan is a friend of women recognized by the four generations of women in the Xiuwen Workshop, from eight years old to eighty, and the four generations of women are recognized as friends, and the charm is not covered.
For the behavior of this monk leading a big girl by his side, the girls didn't take it too seriously, who has the leisure to pretend to be a Taoist priest with righteous indignation, as long as people are willing to do anything.
Xie Xiaoman suddenly saw his partners gathering together and chattering, and it didn't seem like he had seen some unusual lanterns, so he couldn't help but stop and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Gao Ying said: "Xiaoman, look, is that person a bald little monk?"
Xie Xiaoman looked up and couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
At this time, Lan Yiqing had already straightened his small chest and greeted him proudly.
"Stop" Lan Yiqing raised his pretty pointed chin slightly, glanced at Jiang Xuning, as if "catching a rapist in bed", as if "catching a rapist in bed": "Hmph Hongshi, where are you going?"
Ma Qiao shook his bald head, walked out from behind Yang Fan's body, and said in surprise: "Oh, Miss Lan, why are you here?"
Lan Yiqing was stunned, looked at the big bald head in front of him suspiciously, and asked curiously: "Who are you, do you know this girl?"
To be continued: