Chapter 75: then

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When He Yan was young, she was not as clever as she is now. If she was asked to look at herself in the past with her current eyes, she would feel too much.
At that time, she was not very good at culture and martial arts. It was similar to the current Cheng Lisu, and she was also considered a "waste son." However, unlike Cheng Lisu, he was covered by a strong uncle, and the family of the He family was not considered in the Xianchang Museum. What, therefore, is not as pleasing as Cheng Lisu.
What's more, when she was a teenager, she still wore a mask all the time, always showing an appearance that was out of place with everyone. And because of the ghost in his heart, he never dared to show his feet to the provinces more and more. After one or two visits, he was rejected by other students in Xianchang Hall.
The repulsion of the teenagers came directly. At first, it was just to play with her, and she was not called when Cuju. Later, it got worse, why was it not a big deal, because she worked so hard.
When He Yan was a kid, he caught a reason that "the stupid bird flies first", and really started from the stupid bird. The more bad the arts and culture are, the more they have to learn, and they are more serious than anyone else. The gentlemen of the Xianchang Hall felt that this child was indeed not a piece of material for studying and practicing martial arts, but he was often moved by He Yan's persistent spirit of studying. So often praise He Yan in class.
"Diligence is like a seedling that springs up, but it doesn't increase and it grows. You all look at He Rufei and learn from others!"
They are all 14-year-old boy Lang, who have always loved to fight and win, and just learn from others. What should he learn from He Yan? Learn from him every day, diligently practice hard, always the last one? I'm afraid the brain is broken?
But a few gentlemen seem to like He Yan, who coincidentally like it.
The teenagers grew angry from the heart, and turned evil into courage. Jealousy and disdain mixed together, and the more they looked at the masked boy, the more troublesome he was.
Today, Bihan deliberately pierced He Yan's clothes. Tomorrow's training horse feeds her horse sneeze grass. Sometimes she deliberately pokes a hole in her boots and accidentally falls to the ground. When He Yan was upset from the ground, the teenagers hid and pointed at her to make fun of her.
When he was a boy, He Yan was stupid and his mouth was stupid. He couldn't do anything to complain to the gentleman, and the gentlemen didn't know these little actions of the students in private. He Yan had a hard time.
One day, it was winter and the weather was very cold. When the boys practiced swords in the school, they did not know who poured a pot of water on the ground. The water froze extremely fast on the ground. They urged He Yan outside: "He Rufei , Hurry, hurry, sir calls you!"
He Yan ran out in a hurry, slipped under his feet, and fell down on a horse.
The fall was so heavy that she only felt that Venus was wearing her head and didn't get up for a long time. The teenagers hid in the corner and laughed, only saying: "He was fooled!"
He Yan sat there for a while before standing up, pursed her lips, and did not speak. The student at Xianchang Pavilion returned home once a month, and the clothes she had brought this month had not been clean. After three minutes of teasing, the fairy didn't have so many clothes. This weather has been gone for a long time and it's hard to dry.
He Yan spent a whole day wearing semi-wet clothes. At night, she got up from the bed, did not practice sword, and ran to the hall taught by the school.
Clay figurines also have a tertiary nature, not to mention that she is also the master of the He family anyway. However, she still judges the situation. Those young men are taller and better off than her. They can't beat them. Is that the case? It is impossible.
How can this bad breath come out?
Fourteen-year-old He Yan thought for a long time, and finally came up with a solution.
It snowed at night. She wore clothes that hadn't been dried. She braved the snow and went to the backyard well to hit a bucket of water. She carried the bucket of water to the hall.
She remembers where everyone in the group of teenagers sat on the day, and found their copybooks from under their desks. This month's homework is to copy the "Sexual Character Training" five times. Tomorrow will be when the homework is due at the end of the month.
He Yan splashed all that bucket of water up.
The water instantly soaked the handwriting, and he became a big piece of vagueness. He Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and a little nervousness appeared after the pleasure.
She hurriedly put the copybook back to her original position, and hurried out with the empty bucket, but this was the first time to do such a thing. It was inevitable. She dared not turn on the light at night and walked to the door without looking at her feet. The threshold of the door, with a "snap", fell sturdy.
She took a cold breath in pain and fell twice in a day, and this time was even worse. Her elbow hit a wooden thorn on the threshold and pulled out a mouthful of blood. He Yan struggled to sit up and raised that arm, thinking to himself, Is this just to kill yourself if you do many wrongs?
She has done it only once, god, it's too harsh to treat her!
In any case, you have to quickly return the bucket, bucket, yes, her bucket? She just remembered that it fell so hard. The bucket fell to the ground, and it should have made a loud noise, waking everyone up. Why is it still quiet now?
He Yan looked up and stood up and walked two steps forward. Only then did he see someone standing outside the door. He leaned lazily against the wooden door, his back turned to He Yan, and he also carried an iron bucket in his hand.
It was Xiao Jue.
For a moment, He Yan didn't dare to say anything nervous.
He saw it? Didn't he see it? Impossible, he must have seen it, he still holds the bucket in his hand. But if he didn't see it, how should he explain it? Watering flowers here in the middle of the night?
He Yan thought about it, and the teenager saw her standing blankly and raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you hurt?"
He Yan: "Ah?"
His eyes fell on He Yan's elbow. She pulled up her sleeves because she wanted to fetch water. Between the white and tender elbows, a stain like an embroidered embroidery became prominent under the faint lantern light.
He Yan subconsciously wanted to hide his hands behind his back.
The teenager looked at her impatiently and said coldly: "Come with me."
He Yan didn't know why he wanted to listen to him. He was probably terrified, so he followed him ignorantly.
Xiao Jue first put the iron bucket back to the well, and when she looked back, she raised her arm in a daze, sneered, and expressed a meaningful expression: "The courage is so small to learn to do bad things."
He Yan clenched her fists and did not speak, she was very nervous. On weekdays, Xiao Jue only walked with his good teenagers. The other teenagers in the classmates' house were not very close. He Yan didn't know what he thought. If he went to report himself...
A cold pot was thrown into his arms.
He Yan looked down, this seemed to be a mandarin duck pot, the body is exquisite, carved with complicated patterns.
She heard her voice, as small as a gnat: "What is this?"
"It won't work?" The teenager turned his head and looked lazy, "medicine."