chapter 16 – i dedicate the chopper to you

But between the lines of the letter, there is always some sadness that does not quite fit Fan Ruoruo’s age. I think it should be the Kyoto residence, after the death of the first lady, that gave birth to a son of the aunt is getting more and more arrogant, the little girl is alone in Kyoto, Sinanbo and busy with official business, her days may have some small problem.

Picking up his pen and dipping it into some ink, Fan Xian thought briefly and began to reply to the letter. In the letter, he wrote very cryptically, asking his sister to first strive for more time with Earl Sinan, to behave softly and lovably in front of her father, never complaining, but showing occasional grudges.

The second step is to show more power in front of that aunt and a certain brother who is arrogant and savage, the so-called people are good and bullied, in order not to be bullied, you must at least show that you have the will to resist.

The third step, to be nicer to the subordinates of the family, especially for Earl Sinan’s staff, to take that means of pure innocent eyes, looking at the eldest uncle displaying bored admiration.

Then, offend the current mistress of the house in Kyoto as little as possible, suffer some small pains, and then find a way to let the man know about it-any man would have an inexplicable desire for protection, let alone for his own daughter, and it was believed that, under the influence of his surroundings, Earl Sinan would surely remember that his dead main wife had given back to He left a daughter.

But this kind of family sleight of hand also needs to master the degree, Fan Xian casually secretly nodded twice, thinking that if Ruo Ruo was smart enough, she should understand what she meant, just don’t know if this kind of trick that he learned from the romance novels of his previous life will be useful.

He waited apprehensively for a reply, fearing that his own blind ideas would bring that eleven-year-old girl any trouble.

After two months, Fan Ruo Ruo’s reply came, and he didn’t know if the tricks worked, or if there was no such thing as a stepmother abusing her daughter in the Kyoto mansion, but in any case, Fan Xian could clearly see that his sister had been very happy lately.

It was only in the letter that Fan Ruo Ruo asked, somewhat perplexed, why she had to be nicer to her subordinates at home. Fan Xian then woke up to the fact that in such a hierarchical society, not everyone viewed human relationships as he did. So he went off with another letter, telling a few short stories to show that the thing about respect was that it was not only good for others, but also for himself.

Originally, Fan Xian wanted to copy a few stories from the Decameron from his own memory and put them in the letter he sent to Kyoto, because he remembered that when he read textbooks in his previous life, authoritative critics always praised Boccaccio for celebrating love and advocating social equality and gender equality in his books, but after a moment’s reflection, Fan Xian was horrified to think of how many yellow passages there were in the Decameron.

This is a small episode in Fan Xian’s life, but let him find some kind of spiritual support, it seems that the little girl in Kyoto is good or not, has also become an indicator of his happiness index.

Although Fan Ruo Ruo, who was far away from Kyoto, was young, she could also sense from these letters that her brother, who was far away from Tanyu, seemed to be different from ordinary children. This pair of siblings with a huge difference in psychological age exchanged letters in this way. Obviously, Fan Ruo Ruo was also infected by a lot of Fan Xian’s infections, and her words and speeches in the letters were much more mature than those of an ordinary little girl, and her view of the world also began to change in some very subtle ways.

In the spring there were kites, in the summer there were fish, in the fall there were bluebirds, in the winter there were geese, and between the letters, the days passed in this way.

Every time Fan Xian wrote to Fan Ruo Ruo, he would keep smiling bitterly and shaking his head, his arm basically never got better in these few years, it was either swollen or painful, like pins and needles. Sometimes he couldn’t lift his right hand at all, so he had to write with his left hand, so much so that when Fan Ruo Ruo, who was in Kyoto, received the letter, she would marvel at her brother’s caution, actually changing his handwriting every other letter.

It all started on that night six years ago.

After Fei Lao left, Little Fan was very lonely, and one night sneaked out of the dog hole with his little legs and came to the odd, often closed grocery store, found the back door familiarly, took the key out of the thick blades of grass under the corner of the stone steps, and opened the door to go in.

The grocery store was originally pitch black, and it was not until Fan Xian came to the back door that a faint oil lamp was lit inside. Little Fan Xian sniffled and easily spotted the yellow wine that Five Bamboos had prepared for him, smiled sweetly, and took a bowl of his own to serve the wine and drink it.

Five Bamboo didn’t drink, and Fan Xian hadn’t even seen him eat, so he had long since gotten used to it. Drinking heavily to himself, it was just that the scene looked unavoidably absurd, a six year old boy actually dunking wine like a worldly, heroic ranger, no matter who saw it, they would think it was their eyesight that was blurred.

However, Wu Zhu favored to let Fan Xian drink, never minding him, and even consciously began to prepare a few small cold dishes for this young master to drink.

Although the wine he drank was yellow wine, he would still get a little dizzy after drinking too much, and Fan Xian squinted his cute little drunken eyes as he looked at the blind man whose face was always expressionless and never seemed to age: “Uncle, why is it that after all these years, your appearance hasn’t changed much? Like you won’t age.”

He then asked himself, “It seems that a Jedi strong man can really stay young forever …… However, isn’t it true that you haven’t practiced internal martial arts?”

“Uncle, how many truly powerful characters are there in this world? How are they divided into levels?”

“Nine levels? How is it nine again?” The drunken little guy didn’t even notice the loopholes in his words.

“How many levels are you?”

“No level?”

“Then how many levels is the idiot practicing the Four Gu Swords in Dongyi City?”

“No level either?”

“What level is that whoever’s senior uncle Ye Liuyun in Kyoto?”

“Still no level?”

In fact, all the words were Fan Xian asking and answering himself, and finally he said with a cheeky grin, “That won’t work, I’m going to practice to be no level too.”

Blind man Wuzhu’s hand was slowly but firmly cutting the radish threads, his knife was very fast, but the blade was just touching the wooden board will be withdrawn, precise to a very horrible point, and cut out the radish threads are like the same thickness with the tool measurements, not the slightest difference, crystal piece of yards in the case of the board above, very beautiful.

Five Bamboo raised his head, hesitated slightly, and walked to Fan Xian’s side, shoving the cleaver into his hand.