The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1529 Never dare to look at Avalokitesvara (7)

"Unfamiliar?" Qiu Meng was a little surprised, and then nodded after thinking about it, "It's true. If you don't see each other so much, you will indeed be unfamiliar. Hey, then tell me, what kind of person is your second brother? ?”

Jiang Haoyan put down his wine glass, and said seriously, "Auntie is very cute."

"Clever?"

Qiu Meng was stunned, but he didn't think much, just asked: "As well-behaved as your family's Ah Ning?"

Jiang Haoyan nodded: "Yes."

Qiumeng glanced at Jiang Haoyan, and muttered, "It's really strange. How could a weak scholar like Jiang Shoufu give birth to such a strong son like you who likes to dance with guns? Ah Ning and your sister-in-law brother, it sounds They are all weak and well-behaved, so they are more like Jiang Shoufu's children."

Jiang Haoyan had heard Qiu Meng's words countless times. Unlike Auntie and A Ning, he didn't like reading, but only liked to practice martial arts, so he went to Zhenbeihou's army.But he did not disappoint his father, and he became a lieutenant at a young age.

Besides, he was the only son in the family.What else can a man do if he doesn't wield a knife and a gun, and go out to kill the enemy?

As for Ah Ning and Ah Yu, both are girls, if they don't study literature, what else can they learn?
Do you learn martial arts like him?

Jiang Haoyan was the first to refuse.

It's good that the girls in their family are clean and delicate, so they don't want to be sloppy like those elders.

"Chen Si, you also have to say something!" Qiu Meng saw that there was no Jiang Haoyan who wanted to refute, so he didn't continue to say this, but turned to look at the young man beside him.

The boy was sitting by the window, with a tea table in front of him and a pot of hot tea.The young man was wearing a smoky blue gown, with a thin and tall figure, holding a book in his jade-white finger bones, and was looking at the book in his hand with slightly drooping eyelashes.

When Qiumeng saw him, he shook his head and said helplessly, "You are such a bookworm. Every time you come out to play, you always hold a book in your hand, and you don't know what's good about these books. It hurts."

Regarding this statement, Jiang Haoyan also agreed very much.

He is not a reader, like Qiu Meng, his head hurts when he sees the densely packed words in the book.

But what makes Jiang Haoyan slightly better than Qiumeng is that Jiang Haoyan is a martial arts student, not only has good martial arts, but also has the brains to fight in the army, but Qiumeng has nothing.

Pei Chen seemed to hear Qiu Meng's words, and his eyelids lifted slightly. The boy's pupils were dark and cold, and his long eyelashes were as thick as cattail fans, but the expression on his brows and eyes was very alienated.He didn't put down the book in his hand, but raised his hand to pick up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and then said in a clear and clear voice, "Different preferences and pursuits lead to different perceptions. I don't think these books are boring or boring. "

The teapot is a fine purple clay pot, and so are the teacups.

The young man picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea. The tea moistened his somewhat shallow lips. Under the light golden sunlight outside the window, the young man's lips looked very lustrous.

Qiu Meng saw Pei Chen like that, a pedantic nerd who restrained himself and returned to courtesy, shook his head, then turned to Jiang Haoyan and said, "Hey, Haoyan, is there a possibility that you are the son of Zhenbeihou? And Chen seems to be Jiang Shoufu's son? Could someone have secretly exchanged you two when you were both born?"

As Qiu Meng touched his chin with his fingertips, his expression became more and more excited.

(End of this chapter)