Life is less than a hundred years old, and you will always worry about a thousand years of worry. A noble man is worried about the country and the people. Ordinary people are worried about the family and the people. What if they are young people? If you ask Tian Yin, he will tell you that the problems he is thinking about are very small, as small as just his own business; but this is very big, as big as you have never encountered in your short life.

Tian Yin was very confused. On one side was a fog in front of him, and on the other side was the road pointed out by the general, but this road was extended to the fog in front of him. All you can see was a short section in front of him, which was so short that it took only more than ten days, and he had to face the fog in front of him.

He was waiting, and when Feng Junhou came back, he might point him out a new path, and maybe he would raise a lamp for him; he was waiting, and when his inspiration came, he might be able to clear the clouds and mist and see the blue sky, and maybe he could find the direction of the future. But he never thought that someone would help him, this person might just be unintentional, this person might have experienced less than him, and this person might be just a little girl.

"Hey, why are you staring out here again?"

"Oh? Ah, I'm thinking about things."

"What do you think?"

"You are still young and don't understand!"

"I'm not young anymore! Oh my, don't be stuck in the study. Let's go and go to the back garden to play with me!"

"Don't you go to morning class with your husband?"

"Don't worry about that old man, if you don't tell me, he won't find me!"

These conversations were performed almost every day after the general left, and the situation was very similar: after breakfast, Tian Yin went to the study room to read, the little girl was "carried" by Mrs. Qin to the school, and then Tian Yin began to try to salvage some inspiration from the paste on her head. Qiaoer began to "monitor" the old man's every move. As long as the old man entered, he would immediately slip out of the school and run all the way to the back garden. On the way, he would pass by the study room, and every time he could see the "good comrade-in-arms" Tian Yin "holds his cheek" in front of several cases, thinking about something. According to Qiaoer's understanding, it was "daily". But Qiaoer would never abandon her "comrade-in-arms" and ignore her, and would definitely pull Tian Yin.

At first, Tian Yin was a little puzzled, why did you go to the back garden to play with me? You don’t know that there is an extremely terrifying existence there? Tian Yin was still scared of what happened that day. Besides, the injury is gradually starting to heal now. It is not guaranteed that Yun Junhou will "set up the score after autumn" when he is in a good mood. He is not sure that he will be able to escape.

Strangely, Qiaoer said that she would pull him away. After struggling for several times, Tianyin had to obey. It was not until a long time later that Tianyin accidentally learned that there was a reason Qiaoer was holding him, and they were recalling stories from their childhood together.

"Qiao'er, why did you always take me to the back garden at that time? Don't you know that I'm afraid of Yun Junhou?"

"Who cares about you? I don't think about it, but if I slip by myself, my mother will definitely catch me back to class; if I are with you, my mother will ignore me anymore. The old man dares not go to the back garden by himself. Hehehe, I have been so smart since I was a child!"

Tian Yin was speechless when he heard this, and always felt that Qiaoer and Feng Junhou were particularly similar at this time.

"Why are you not talking?"

"Did I be your "Golden Medal for Impatience" at that time?"

"That's it!" Qiao'er said, laughing.

However, now, Tian Yin has no chance to know the reason, so he can only follow Qiaoer who ran away to "the nest of the prehistoric giant beast". The only thing that is gratifying is that Yun Junhou will not come every day, and occasionally when he comes, he only concentrates on serving the flowers and plants, completely treating the two "invaders" of big and small as air.

"Qiao'er, are the flowers here planted by Yun Junhou?"

"Uncle Yun can't plant flowers? My mother told me that this garden has existed for a long time. The flowers were planted by an older sister. My family was not here at that time."

"Who planted the flowers?"

"I don't know either, it's just that someone is planted." The little girl is not interested in this kind of topic, "Hey, hey, look there, there!"

It turned out that a few colorful butterflies flew over and rushed to chase the butterflies. Seeing the two braids swaying in the sun and listening to Qiaoer's crisp laughter, Tian Yin felt that such a life was leisurely and comfortable, and seemed to be pretty good, just:

The clouds are light and the wind is close to the noon sky, which means that the young man is taking a break.

The butterfly loves flowers and laughs with joy.

Unfortunately, happy times are always short. Although Mrs. Qin intends to indulge, the old man is cruel. After all, only students can be called a teacher. Every time he "entered meditation", the naughty girl must stage a "victory escape". What's wrong with this? The old man is worthy of being a well-read poet and books, and is familiar with the principle of "harmony is separated and defeated by each one". First, he told Mrs. Qin tactfully, and then praised Tian Yin for his good reading and learning without a teacher. Then he said that it would be contrary to the law of nature to abandon such a piece of unconventional jade. As the saying goes, "If jade is not carved, it will not become a weapon, and if people do not learn, they will not know." It would be better to ask Tian Yin to study together in the school.

Although Mrs. Qin was a little doting about Qiaoer, she was still very concerned about Tianyin and agreed immediately, so the good comrades-in-arms became good comrades. At the beginning, Tianyin didn't think anything was wrong. It was all too new to him, and he was originally good at studying. With the guidance of his teacher, wouldn't it be like fish in water?

However, after the freshness of the first few days passed, Tian Yin began to unable to bear the old man's eternal tone and the actions that could be deeply intoxicated by the "Three Character Classic". But if he just followed Qiaoer like this, he would be a little sorry for not saying it, and he would even let Mrs. Qin down.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Tian Yin decided to go to morning class after breakfast every day, and then slip away when the teacher "entered meditation". In order not to make him feel too "sincere", he went to the study room first and then went to the garden to play. Qiaoer did not object. Anyway, as long as the old man was not here, he could go anywhere.

Qiaoer is just seven years old and doesn’t know much. She basically can’t understand big books. The more pictures in the book, the better. Obviously, only Qiaoer’s favorite - "The Legend of Foreign Countries".

"Hey, hey, come and see!" The little girl was excited as she looked at her and waved her hand at Tian Yin.

Tian Yin went over and saw that the little girl was so happy to see the painted Daxing picture in the "earth" of the scroll of "Heaven and Earth".

"Look for me quickly, where is my home?"

"Well, it should be Cangzhou and Tianmen Town." Tian Yin pointed to a location on the upper left corner of the map.

"So young? Where is my home?"

"So small, how can I draw this map?"

"Why can't I draw it? When I grow up, I must draw a very big map and draw my home in it too!" Qiao'er said as she gestured with her chubby little hands, with a very serious expression. Tian Yin was amused by her appearance and laughed haha.

Qiaoer obviously didn't know why he laughed, and still looked at the map, "Then where is your home?"

Home? It should be Wanqi Village. However, after my parents passed away, although I still lived in the village, I had no home anymore. Now, the whereabouts of the people in the village are unknown, so I can't go back.

"Why are you weird?"

"ah?"

"I'm asking you where your home is?"

Tian Yin looked for a moment and pointed to the southeast of Shalinguan in Cangzhou, "My home is here, called Wanqi Village."

"What a strange name."

"That's because everyone in our village has the surname 'Wanqi'."

"Since you have your own home, why are you here to come to my house?"

It wasn't what I wanted to come. It was the general who brought me when I was in a coma, and it left a big problem. Of course, Tian Yin would not tell Qiao'er what he thought, and could only say some vague words.

"It was the general who brought me here."

"I remember, I remember, you were injured and slept for many days!"

"When I got up, did I startle a little girl?"

"Who, who was shocked?" Qiao'er thought of her performance that day. Her originally pink face was now red. "Besides, I'm not a little girl, I've grown up!" As she said that, she raised her head hard and showed that she had grown up, but no matter how hard she tried, she was still much shorter than Tian Yin. She was deflated again and lowered her head and ignored Tian Yin.

"Okay, okay, Qiao'er is not a little girl. Qiao'er has grown up and is a big girl, okay?" As she said this, Tian Yin couldn't help but feel that she had changed, and she seemed to be a little cheerful. She wouldn't have said so much in the past, nor would she want to coax an angry little girl.

Qiaoer is a child's character after all, and she is happy at once. Her eyes are smiling like crescent moons, and two shallow dimples appear on her face.

"How old is Qiaoer this year?"

"Seven years old, where are you?"

"I'm fifteen years old."

"Who are the older of us?" Qiao'er was very concerned about this issue. She opened her big eyes and looked at Tian Yin with anticipation.

"Of course I'm older, you have to call me brother, brother Tianyin."

The little girl obviously couldn't accept this answer, "Why are you older? I'm seven years old!"

Is seven years old a very old age? Tian Yin felt a little overwhelmed, "But I am fifteen years old, fifteen years older than you, so I am my brother!"

"No, why are you older than me? I'm seven years old!" Qiao'er began to turn around her fat fingers, and seemed to be unable to understand the fact that fifteen is equal to seven. After evasive for a long time, she couldn't figure out the reason, but she couldn't admit defeat.

"Which year was you born?"

"The tenth year of Yongxing, the winter of the year of Ji Chou."

“What month?”

"On the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I was born on the 21st day of the 12th lunar month. I am older than you. You have to call me sister, call me!"
Chapter completed!