"Xiao Fan, have you noticed that Maqiao … seems to be a little different from before?"
Jiang Xuning took small bites of the "grease hammer" and looked at Maqiao who was dancing the "tap dance" with a thoughtful look on his face.
"What? What's different? "
Because the street was too noisy, Yang Fan didn't hear it clearly. He moved closer to Jiang Xuning and asked loudly.
Jiang Xuning said loudly, "I mean, Maqiao seems to be a little different from before."
Yang Fan said, "How is he different?"
Jiang Xuning shook his head and said, "I can't say for sure. I grew up with Maqiao, so I'm very familiar with him. Although he still looks the same as before, but … I just feel a little different. "
Jiang Xuning tilted his head and thought for a moment, then added, "That's right! It's the look in his eyes. In the past, when I looked at him, he was like a child who didn't grow up and only had the thought of playing. Now, when I look at him, he seems a little … um … manly! That's right, he's no longer like a child. He's a little … like a man. "
Yang Fan smiled. He turned his head and looked at Maqiao who was happily dancing. He also felt that Maqiao had really changed a lot. His character hadn't changed. He was still a born optimist. When it was time to play and make trouble, he was still carefree and happy.
However, his attitude when doing things was different from before. The same thing he had done before and the same thing he was doing now had a completely different flavor. Now, no matter what he did, he would be more serious, more thoughtful, and more persistent towards his goal. There must always be a goal in life, so that he wouldn't be like a ship without a rudder, lost in front of him.
Yang Fan looked at Maqiao. Maqiao was holding the hands of the two girls, one in front of the other in the back, and they were walking to the beat. When he saw Yang Fan looking at him, he even made a face.
"Brother Qiao is planning to join the Imperial Army with me after the Lantern Festival," Yang Fan said with a smile.
"Join the Imperial Army?"
Jiang Xuning asked in amazement, "Is it that easy to be a member of the Imperial Army?"
Yang Fan said, "Sister Ning, don't you know who our backer is? It's the master of White Horse Temple, Xue Huaiyi. With just a word from him, what's so difficult about joining the Imperial Army?"
Jiang Xuning looked at Maqiao in the distance, then looked at Yang Fan, and said in disbelief, "You guys? The two of you are Imperial Guards? "
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Can't I? The two of us don't have to be workshop attendants for the rest of our lives. "
Jiang Xuning became happy and said, "Of course! However, I'm really surprised that the two of you suddenly have the opportunity to be part of the Imperial Army. Good, this is great. The two of you have finally made a name for yourselves, especially Maqiao, that guy … "
Jiang Xuning looked at Maqiao in the distance and smiled with relief.
Yang Fan glanced at her and said slowly, "Sister Ning has already broken off her marriage with that Liu guy. Have you ever thought about …"
"About what?"
Yang Fan raised his chin at Maqiao and smiled, "Have you ever thought about becoming the wife of our future Great General?"
"Him?"
Jiang Xuning habitually rolled her eyes at Maqiao in the distance. She looked at him carefully and her fair cheeks blushed for no reason. She couldn't bring herself to ridicule him out of habit.
"Give it to me! Give it back to me! You two little b * stards!"
Maqiao suddenly shook off the two girls and ran towards Yang Fan and Jiang Xuning. The two children ran in front of him, giggling and laughing. They bent their backs and squeezed in between Yang Fan and Jiang Xuning.
It turned out that although the scene of hundreds of people singing and dancing was spectacular, it was inevitable that some people would drop various things during the dance. Of course, if one took good care of something too expensive, it was unlikely that it would drop. Even if a hairpin did drop, it was usually made of wood and not worth much money.
Therefore, there were some children who purposely circled around the dancers. If something dropped, they would pick it up. Maqiao wore a goatskin hat on his head. There was not a single hair on his head, and the hat was too smooth to hang on it. He danced and jumped for a while, and the hat fell to the ground and was picked up by the two little guys.
The children were small in size, and they were as agile as fish in the crowd. Maqiao only chased after them for a few steps before he couldn't find them. He dejectedly returned to Yang Fan and Jiang Xuning's side. He touched his bald head and said, "I only sang for a while, and I lost my hat. What bad luck!" As he said that, he reached out to grab the "oil hammer" from Pasta's hand.
'Pa!' Jiang Xuning slapped his hand away. Picking up the last piece of oil hammer, he snorted and said, "Holding a girl's hand, isn't it very comfortable to dance? You'd better continue dancing. Come, Xiao Fan, open your mouth! "
"Ah ~!"
Yang Fan played the role of an obedient child, and opened his mouth wide. Jiang Xuning threw the last piece of "oil hammer" into his mouth.
…
Among the three people in Yang Fan's group, he was the youngest, but when it came to life experience and the ups and downs of fate, the older Maqiao and Jiang Xuning could not compare to him.
Maqiao and Jiang Xuning were like a clump of grass on top of an ancient wall in an alleyway in Luoyang. The farthest scenery they could see was no more than the corner of the eaves. Yang Fan, on the other hand, was a clump of water grass floating on the sea. He had experienced a world that was thousands of times wider than theirs, so his knowledge and experience were more mature than the other two.
Similarly, among Xie Xiaoman's group, there might be people older than Xiaoman, but when it came to maturity, few could compare to her. Although her expression and movements sometimes looked delicate and childish, most of the time, she was more gentle and quiet than her companions.
At this moment, it was the lantern festival of the Upper Lantern Festival, and the streets of Ding Ding were bustling with noise and excitement. Everyone was chattering about which lantern was more beautiful, which girl had just walked past with the most gorgeous cape on her shoulders, and where the music that was being played was the most beautiful. However, Butchie was paying attention to the snow in the sky.
It was snowing in the sky. The snowflakes were not big, and they gently curled up in spirals. That kind of faint and distant mood, when combined with the red light emitted by the lanterns, was especially fascinating.
The fluttering snowflakes, the blurred lights, the noisy crowd, the chant of tug-of-war, the music of singing and dancing, and the crackling of firecrackers formed a beautiful scene of sound and shadow. Walking in this scene, Xie Xiaoman's state of mind was as lonely as the bright moon in the night sky.
Girls of her age either pursued beautiful clothes and jewelry, or longed for the husband they were about to marry. A little joy could fill their little hearts. The problem was, Xiaoman's heart had long been filled by one person, and that person's life and fate had become her only concern.
The education that Niuniu received was completely different from that of Yang Fan. Under the guidance of the old man who was over a hundred years old, Yang Fan never let the hardships of his childhood leave any shadow in his heart. He was positive, optimistic, and looked forward to a better future. He did not forget his responsibilities, nor did he forget to pursue a happy life.
Under the guidance of Aunty Xie, Xiaoman was taught to focus and single-mindedness from an early age. Once he had decided on something, he had to complete it. He had to be completely focused. Therefore, her thinking was completely different from that of Yang Fan. She was used to doing things with such a fixed mindset.
Therefore, she rarely felt happy. Unless she found her Elder Brother and ended this wish, she was afraid that she would carry this responsibility for the rest of her life, and would not have the spare energy to pursue her own happiness.
"Sister Ying, look at that carp lantern. Eh?"
Lan Yiqing casually pointed, but her finger suddenly stopped in mid-air. She took a closer look and said in surprise, "Sister Ying, look, look quickly. Isn't that the bald monk?"
The bald monk that Lan Yiqing mentioned was Yang Fan. Yang Fan had played football in the palace a few times. Although the overall strength of the team was not as good as the inner palace team, his superb skills had convinced the girls in the palace. Recently, Yang Fan had been practicing football diligently and did not go to the palace. The girls would often think of him and talk about him when they played football.
The bald monk was the nickname they gave to Yang Fan.
Lan Yiqing put her hands on her waist and said angrily, "He is the head monk of the White Horse Temple. He is indeed a monk who does not abide by the rules! Look, he's changed into commoner's clothes, and he's acting sneakily. He's even with a girl! "
"Oh, it's true!"
The other girls looked in the direction that Lan Yiqing was pointing and immediately started chattering.
"It's really him, it's really him!"
"Hey! Why do I feel that he is not as beautiful as a bald man wearing a hat? "
"You love-struck fool! What are you looking at, this kind of monk who does not abide by the rules. "
"Hey, you don't say, the girl next to him is quite beautiful."
The girls were talking at once. Seventy to eighty percent of them were curious to see what was going on. Although they called him a monk, in fact, they did not dislike Yang Fan. Yang Fan was recognized as a woman's friend in the Xiu Wen Workshop, from eight to eighty years old, young and old. His charm was not just for show.
The girls did not take the monk's behavior to heart. Who would have the time to pretend to be a Taoist priest? As long as they were willing, it did not matter. Xie Xiaoman suddenly saw her friends gathered together and chattering. It did not seem like they had seen some strange lanterns. She stopped and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Gao Ying said, "Xiaoman, look, isn't that the bald monk?"
Xie Xiaoman looked up and could not help but be slightly surprised.
At this time, Lan Yiqing had already puffed out her small chest and proudly greeted him.
"Stop!"
Lan Yiqing slightly raised her delicate pointed chin and glanced at Jiang Xuning, as if she had caught him in the act. "Hmph! Master Hong Shiqi, where are you going? "
Maqiao shook his big bald head and came out from behind Yang Fan. He said in surprise, "Oh! Miss Lan, why are you here? "
Lan Yiqing was startled. She looked at the big bald head in front of her and asked in confusion, "Who are you? Do you know me? "
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