Duan Jiahong suddenly said: "You will be twelve in the second half of the year, what kind of wife have you thought about?"

Liang Jiahua looked at the child speechlessly, with a very helpless tone: "Duan Jiahong, you started thinking about getting a wife when you were only a few years old."

Duan Jiahong puffed up his chest, patted himself, and said with a proud face: "I will be twelve years old in the second half of the year. If I count the false years, I will be thirteen, and I can get engaged."

Liang Jiahua raised his forehead and said: "Brother, you also said that you are in vain, can we think of some reality?"

Duan Jiahong became discouraged all of a sudden. He just wanted to grow up and do what he wanted to do.

The silent time also allowed the two of them to think.

Growing up is good, but growing up comes with a price. It doesn’t mean that you can grow up all at once.

Everyone has youth and youth, and everyone has their own hardships. How can you grow up and become a man who can stand upright if you don't come out of it?

"Brother, brother." Awen hurried in with an excited look on her face and looked at Liang Jiahua's face full of excitement: "Doctor Chen said that yam is an edible medicinal material. Let's go to the mountain to look for it tomorrow."

Duan Jiahong just looked at the little girl who suddenly came in and chattered non-stop.

The little girl with two braids has a crisp voice, and the joy on her face seems to be contagious to others, making his mood inexplicably better.

"Yes, it's a yam. I said why that thing looks familiar. It turns out to be a yam. I occasionally buy some at the college. It's soft and glutinous and quite delicious." Liang Jiahua also suddenly realized.

Awen was also happy, she finally had someone who knew the goods.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

Duan Jiahong suddenly noticed that Awen had rubbed some concoction on her hand.

Awen looked at her hands, then looked at Liang Jiahua, and smiled: "It's not a big deal. Grandpa Chen said I was allergic and didn't wash it with water in time. Just put some concoction on it."

Liang Jiahua thought for a moment and nodded again: "I heard the chefs from the college discuss that some people with allergies cannot come into contact with yam."

Duan Jiahong also nodded at this time: "Your sister is also allergic now."

Awen smiled sheepishly: "It's not that serious. Grandpa Chen said it was because I was too young and my skin was too tender. It will be fine when I grow up."

Liang Jiahua nodded.

Duan Jiahong looked at Awen, and he liked this little girl very much. Not only did she write well, but she was also so well-behaved and smart. He said: "I am your brother's classmate. My name is Duan Jiahong. You can follow your brother in calling you Awen."

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Awen glanced at her brother, then looked at him, nodded and saluted: "Hello, Brother Duan."

Duan Jiahong felt relieved instantly, he also had a sister.

"Hello, sister Awen." He saluted her like Awen.

Puff, Liang Jiahua smiled: "You two look like you are getting married."

In an instant, the two of them became red-faced.

Awen was a little angry that her brother was talking nonsense, so she stomped her feet and ran away humming.

She found that she was becoming more and more accustomed to this identity.

Duan Jiahong also rarely became famous.

Awen went directly back to her room to continue copying books. She ate when she came back from delivering things at noon. As for her brother, he needed to entertain guests, so he must have taken them to the room to eat.

Awen felt that there was no need for so much trouble, and it would be nice to just eat at the same table and have a lively meal, but both her aunt and her mother felt it was inappropriate.

The ancients were particular about it.

She abandoned distracting thoughts and concentrated on dictating. She wasted the morning and did more work in the afternoon.

In the evening, she went to the library space to continue writing, which is what she discovered these few times.
Chapter completed!