Song Yuanhuanzhi

Chapter 61 A Chance Encounter Again
next day
The breeze blows over the wall, and the shadow of climbing vines sways on the ground.

Song Huan got up late again.

This time she is not in a hurry, anyway, someone will send brother off.

As soon as Song Huan opened the door, there was a set of clothes piled up on the table in the middle hall, and Fu Yuanzhi was mending with his head down.

Song Huan looked at the bamboo poles outside, then at the extremely familiar clothes on the table, "What are you doing?"

Fu Yuanzhi immediately sat up straight, looked up at Song Huan and said, "I see that your coat is scratched."

Of course Song Huan knew that his clothes were scratched.

She was actually a little embarrassed.

She is still angry!

Let him mend her own clothes, and she will be even more helpless!

But after savoring it carefully, she was a little secretly delighted. What the hell is it? !
Song Huan couldn't look directly at his own feelings.

Since he didn't know what to say, Song Huan went to wash up directly.

Fu Yuanzhi looked at the somewhat distraught figure from behind, with a smile in his eyes and a doting smile.

Song Huan washes up and eats in the kitchen, she doesn't want to go out and face that person yet.

But if she doesn't go over, they can't come over?
Fu Yuanzhi showed Song Huan his masterpiece, "How about this pattern?"

This scene happened frequently in three years.

Song Huan was already used to it, so he looked at it reflexively, and replied, "Didn't you embroider this all the time?"

After all, Song Huan said "..."

Fu Yuanzhi glanced at Xiangyun's appearance, "Don't you think you've regressed a bit?"

Song Huan gave a cold snort.

Fu Yuanzhi chuckled, "Let me improve it a little bit. I see that your purse is also very worn. How about embroidering it again, or is it the same?"

Song Huan covered his purse with his right hand, feeling mad inside, "..."

you go!Brother!
I beg you!
As soon as Fu Yuan stepped into the middle hall and sat down, Song Huan quickly picked up the equipment and left the yard on his back.

Go all the way.

After leaving the city gate, Song Huan went straight to where he was yesterday.

Suddenly, Song Huan heard someone calling himself behind him.

Song Huan looked back uncertainly.

At first glance, it looks familiar.

Take a closer look, oh~ she knows this person.

Song Huan didn't know what this man told him to do, so he just smiled politely, "Young Master Fu, are you just going home?"

Fu Xuelin nodded, "It's a bit late to stay and participate in the literary meeting.

Miss Song, where are you going? "

Song Huan directly pointed out the location of the bamboo forest, "Go hunting."

Fu Xuelin smiled softly, "Miss Song is very powerful. Speaking of which, you are the most special among all the women I have ever met."

Song Huan, "..."

Yes, she has no father and no mother. If she is not special, she and brother will have to drink northwest wind.

Fu Xuelin may also realize that his words are not very appropriate, so he changed the subject and said, "Is Chuanlin still with you? Please, Ms. Song, please help me to congratulate him. I thought he would stay to participate in the literary meeting, but I didn't expect him to come so early. just left."

Song Huan, "..."

Counting you two cousins, I'm still an outsider.

However, it is also excusable.

For three years, Fu Yuanzhi has been ignoring the Fu clan.

Song Huan didn't agree or disagree, but instead asked, "What is Wenhui?"

Fu Xuelin's tone remained gentle, and he was not displeased by Song Huan's reaction, "The Literary Society is actually a gathering of scholars who gather together to drink, compose poems, and learn from each other."

Song Huan understood.

It can be regarded as the meaning of indirect making friends and broadening contacts, right?
Fu Yuanzhi didn't participate?
Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect him to be quite noble in his bones?
If Fu Yuanzhi knew that Song Huan thought so, he must be wronged.

To be honest, Fu Yuanzhi is not good at this kind of literary skills.

The three years in the Song family were equivalent to being isolated from the world, plus the previous four years, his memory was still limited to the scene of going to the government for an examination at the age of ten.

After seven years, he couldn't adapt to many places.

It can be said that Song Huan, a non-native, has adapted better than him, a native.

In terms of learning and writing poetry at the literary meeting, he can still talk about being ugly like others.

If you talk about current events, you can't make up for it for a few days.

Opening his mouth can reveal that he is a nerd who doesn't care about anything.

Although he is passive.

And on that occasion, he would have to think twice before he dared to speak. After all, he might not be able to offend someone who was picked out casually.

In this way, his mind will be exhausted, so it is better not to go.

Take advantage of these few days to make up for the current affairs.

He bought them all.

Song Huan and Fu Xuelin were actually unfamiliar, and the three years in Darongshu Village were not common.

As the future star of Darongshu Village, it is an exaggeration to say that within a radius of ten miles from him, there cannot be any women who are about to talk about marriage.

As long as there is a slight sign, it can be snuffed out by the Fu family.

The two of them had nothing in common to talk about, so they bid farewell to each other and separated when they realized that they were almost done.

After Fu Xuelin watched Song Huan enter the bamboo forest, he turned around and entered the tea shed.

In the tea shed, a young man in a brown Confucian shirt was drinking tea with a big bundle beside him.

"Come back so soon? Didn't expect you to know that Song girl so well?"

Fu Qinglin looked at Fu Xuelin teasingly.

He has never seen Fu Xuelin take the initiative to call out any woman.

Fu Xuelin shook his head, "You misunderstood."

Fu Qinglin didn't believe it. Seeing that Fu Xuelin didn't want to say more, he shut up.

Fu Xuelin doesn't look at people as warm and friendly, but his sixth sense tells him that it's better to keep his own place.

Fu Qinglin was the grandson of the Zheng family in Darongshu Village three years ago, one year older than Fu Xuelin.

The knowledge is not bad, but the luck is a bit bad. Last time I fell and injured my leg, I couldn't go there, and I didn't pass the college exam this time.

He didn't take it to heart very much, he looked indifferent, but he was worried about Li Zheng.

After the two settled the bill, they continued on their way to Darongshu Village.

Song Huan came to the place where the trap was made yesterday.

After a few days, it finally paid off.

A pheasant was caught in a trap, a mountain mouse was caught in a rockfall trap, and yesterday's bamboo trap failed to trigger.

Song Huan's scalp tingled when he saw the mountain mouse, but since he caught it, it was not worthwhile not to take it.

Mountain rats are also meat. If you don’t eat them yourself, you should sell them. Someone should want them...

Song Huan threw the pheasant and mountain mouse into the sack, and then made a circle with the trap as the center to expand the unfamiliar area, gradually expanding the radius of exploration.

When walking to a steep slope, Song Huan found that the bracken leaves on that place were turned upside down.

Normally, the bracken is right side up.

But now it turned over to show that there were animals passing by.

And the animal is not small.

Song Huan guessed that it might be a wild boar.

It was three years ago that Song Huan caught a wild boar last time, and she was also lucky.

Let alone wild boars, I have never seen wild boar hair.

Thinking of the selling price of the wild boar last time, Song Huan was excited.

Wild boars are extremely ferocious wild animals, especially adult wild boars.

It has great destructive power, rough skin and thick flesh, and is extremely aggressive.

Most of them live in groups, each group includes six to twenty, and a group of four to ten is more common.

It was impossible for Song Huan to directly face the herd of wild boars, especially if there were adult wild boars among them.

However, she can also dig a trap like last time and let the boar fall in by itself, so her chances of winning will be much higher and the possibility of injury will be avoided.

But she didn't bring a hoe today.

This thing can only be done tomorrow.

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