As soon as Jiangmen Jiaojiao opened her eyes, she was paranoid that the prince had come to steal her

Qiu Huixian laughed.

Regarding the marriage between her and Xie Changyu, Qiu Huixian never said much in front of her children.

Xie Huan wouldn't say anything more. This was the first time.

The child spoke so bluntly.

And still recognized and praised like this.

Qiu Huixian also felt a little emotional in her heart.

Perhaps Xie Huan felt that Xie Changyu had good luck in marrying her as his wife, but she herself felt that being able to marry Xie Changyu was also a blessing, and it was rare good luck.

Xie Huan saw that Qiu Huixian only smiled without saying anything, and said seriously: "Aunt, I am telling the truth... When I grow up, if I want to marry a wife, I will marry someone as gentle and gentle as my aunt. I know a lot of things!"

When he first learned that Xie Changyu was getting married, Xie Huan was heartbroken for a long time.

I'm afraid that my father, who has a wife and will have children soon, will favor his younger siblings and stop spending time and attention on him.

I was afraid that my father would forget Aunt Wanning when he married.

But after being in contact with Qiu Huixian for a period of time, Xie Huan felt that she was really a very good aunt.

A father cannot afford to stay away from marriage and have no children for the rest of his life.

If the father must have a wife, then it is a very good thing that this person is Qiu Huixian.

As for Aunt Wanning...

She only spent a little time in the Xie Mansion in Beijing, and the time she spent with her father was so short that when she talked about Aunt Wanning with her father, his father could only remain silent.

He cannot force others to remember Aunt Wanning.

But he will remember it himself.

Always remember the person who has been with you since childhood.

Qiu Huixian smiled helplessly, and was about to make a joke when she saw Xie Huan lowering his eyes, looking a little disappointed, and something moved in his heart.

Xie Huan could only think of Yao Wanning looking like this.

Qiu Huixian sighed softly in her heart, only feeling that things in the world are impermanent.

She didn't speak again to comfort him, nor did she mention Yao Wanning. She just sat quietly beside him.

After waiting for a while, Xie Huan looked up, with a smile on his face again, "I made a few friends..."

He then mentioned to Priscilla Qiu how he got along with those friends in the academy.

Joy among children is always simple.

Everything Xie Huan said was childish and innocent to Qiu Huixian, and it couldn't even be called a thing.

But for Xie Huan, it was a lot of joy.

Qiu Huixian listened carefully, and after he finished speaking, she said softly: "As long as you are happy, as for unhappy things, as long as they don't harm your interests, you don't have to take it too seriously."

After a pause, Priscilla Qiu added: "Actually, anything you do will eventually be fed back to yourself."

"Remember, your kindness to others is not because they are nice and need you to be nice to them, but because you yourself are a very good person, so you can be kind to others."

"Your kindness to them is not just to get others to give you something in return."

"It's just to make your life in the academy smooth."

"Everything you do is for your own comfort, remember this."

Xie Huan nodded seriously.

At almost nine years old, he can already understand many words.

Qiu Huixian's words were straightforward and easy to understand, and he understood them.

But after hearing this, his expression was a little complicated, and he stared at Priscilla Qiu and asked, "So my aunt is good to me and my father, just to make you live a comfortable life, okay?"

Qiu Huixian was silent for a moment, and said helplessly: "You are so young, but you know how to discuss the matter and draw inferences from one case to another?"

Xie Huan asked: "Really?" Qiu Huixian thought for a while and answered seriously: "If I say I'm not, I just think that you and your father are very good, so I take you seriously, then it must be a lie. .”

"There are very few people in this world who don't think about themselves but only think about others."

"At least I'm not that kind of person."

"But that doesn't stop me from treating you and your father sincerely."

"Because I know that my sincerity will be reciprocated with the same sincerity."

Xie Huan nodded: "I believe it."

This is more realistic, but Xie Huan feels more convincing, and he also likes Qiu Huixian's authenticity and unpretentiousness even more.

……

Qiu Huixian took Xie Huan to a restaurant that she used to go to, and even asked someone to buy Xie Huan his favorite honey cake.

After Xie Huan ate the honey cake, he told Qiu Huixian with emotion that someone in the academy knew that he liked honey cake and was laughed at.

How can boys like sweets so much?

Priscilla Qiu taught him how to respond to those words, and also guided him not to focus too much on trivial matters.

The two chatted happily.

After finishing the meal and returning to Duke Liang's Mansion, Xie Huan didn't want to go to his Zaiyue residence, as if he had many things to say to Qiu Huixian and couldn't finish them.

Qiu Huixian was also very patient and asked someone to prepare some snacks, sugar water and the like, leaving Xie Huan in the Changfeng Garden.

The two talked for a while, and Xie Huan was filled with admiration when he saw the words written by Qiu Huixian.

Qiu Huixian saw that he was in such high spirits that he didn't want to sleep, so she took him to write for a while.

Perhaps writing can calm the mind, but after Xie Huanlin wrote for a little more than a quarter of an hour, he actually started to yawn.

Qiu Huixian put down her pen and asked softly: "Are you sleepy? Then I'll send you back to your monthly residence to rest."

"Wait a moment!"

Xie Huan yawned again, "Wait until I finish writing this one. Finish it."

Qiu Hui smiled softly and said: "Okay."

She stayed by one side, grinding the ink for Xie Huan, stretching the paper with a paperweight, and patiently accompanying the child.

Xie Huan wrote very seriously even though he yawned repeatedly.

After he finished writing the piece of paper in his hand, Xie Huan called to Qiu Huixian: "Auntie, what do you think of what I wrote?"

"very good."

Qiu Huixian did not hesitate to praise her, and said with a gentle smile: "It's much better than what I saw in your Zaiyue residence before. It seems that you have been working very hard in the academy recently."

Xie Huan smiled, "That's good! Your hard work is not in vain!"

Qiu Huixian carefully commented on the advantages and disadvantages of those words, and then suggested some correction methods, and said to Xie Huan: "It's already very late, you should go back and rest quickly, we have to go to the academy tomorrow morning. "

"it is good."

Xie Huan nodded, carefully sorted out the used pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and returned them to their original places one by one, before preparing to leave.

But when I left, I accidentally brought a book on the table and it fell to the ground.

Xie Huan bent down and picked up the book out of habit. He originally wanted to put it back on the table, but when he saw the cover of the book, he said "Huh" in surprise, ""Thirteen Theory of the Art of Soldiers", is this the book my father read? "

Qiu Huixian was startled and secretly thought that she might have accidentally brought it when she was getting the copybook.

At this time, Xie Huan opened the book casually, and the look on his face immediately became very surprised, "Is this, is this annotation?"

He turned over several more pages in disbelief, frowned and said, "This is not father's book!"

【Happy Lantern Festival~~】(End of this chapter)