If it really is a polite deal, this account will definitely be unfair.

Huo Yixiao just pretended that he didn't hear it, picked up his teacup, drank another sip, and then reached out to take a piece of tin foil.

A thin piece, square.

Huo Yixiao looked around while watching Wen Yan's actions.

The slender fingers are flexible, and the Wen Yan folds it quickly, but it is very careful, one after another.

Huo Yixiao looked at her carefully and folded two of them, but only remembered a few steps. As soon as he started, he got stuck.

"How to turn it over?" Huo Yixiao asked.

Wen Yan stopped, followed the steps and decomposed it to Huo Yixiao to demonstrate.

Step by step, it is easy to learn by following it.

Huo Yixiao broke two of his own, and gradually became skilled. He kept talking to Wen Yan for a while: "In your dream, have I folded this?"

Wen Yan raised his eyes and looked over.

Huo Yixiao's eyes did not look at her, but looked at his own hands and the ingots in his hands seriously.

With force on his fingertips, Wen Yan could even notice that Huo Yixiao was a little cautious.

Wen Yan bent her eyes.

Huo Yixiao always said he didn't believe it, but in fact, he cared about the dream she told.

Otherwise, ask what to do.

"Folded," said Wen Yan, "Every year when I fold the ingots, only Xiao Ye will fold them together when I have time. At the beginning, I don't know where to start. After I tell you, you will learn it. Xiao Ye told me that you have hardly ever folded the ingots before. Even if you fold, it is the kind of one that has been folded halfway, and you can stand up with one push or pull."

Huo Yixiao responded softly.

The more I talked about it, the more I could feel the realness of that dream.

Regardless of big things, these little things will reveal the true meaning.

Wen Yan can tell the details related to Zheyuanbao, but in fact, Concubine Huo does not know that well.

As Wen Yan said, Huo Yixiao had almost never lost it.

When I was in the Huo family, every year it was time to burn ingots. No one would ask him to sit down and fold them together.

When he was young, he never doubted his life experience, but his brothers were all monkeys, and no one could calm down. At most, Huo Yixuan took the lead and ran away.

The elders didn't urge them to go to the wild.

The Huo family has many people, so there are no shortage of them naughty little kids.

After entering the palace, Huo Yixiao gradually thought about it.

He just remembered it in the Huo family, his father's king of a country, and who in the Huo family dared to ask him to give hundreds or thousands of ingots to his nominal parents?

Therefore, he never asks or urges him. Once Xuanzai runs away, he will follow him.

He even specially created opportunities to let Xuanzai lead his younger brothers to play.

In this way, Huo Yixiao has only paid off some of his years in the Huo family, and it is convenient for young children to do it. It has already been half of it and only needs the last step.

In recent years, during the Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan, Huo Yixuan and others, it is naturally impossible to be the same as when they were young, and they all had to pay the ingots honestly.

And Huo Yixiao would avoid it, but it was not that he was unwilling to take this action, but that it was inconvenient to each other.

He didn't want to make the Huo family embarrassed about this matter.

As for Huo Yixiao's biological mother who died prematurely, he was not even qualified to kowtow to his biological mother...

Huo Yixiao made the ingot in his hand a little more sharply and asked again: "Who did I pay it to at that time?"

"Thank it to my parents, my grandfather's family." Wen Yan said.

Huo Yixiao was stunned, and then laughed at himself: "My half is pretty good."

He knew himself best. What he wanted was to worship his biological mother openly, or to burn some paper money for her quietly.

He had never given up his biological mother. This was right for what Wen Yan said to him. In the end, he was unwilling to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

Wen Yan heard the mockery in Huo Yixiao's words, and also understood what he was thinking. He pursed his lips and did not use the word "banzi" to say some funny words, but instead said something related to burning paper money in his memory.

"One year, I broke a full pot, and before I could put it in the bag, Ebony accidentally slipped her feet and fell from the eaves into the pot."

Ebony has a strong figure and rarely does not stand firm. But that day was so coincidental that he failed to rush to the sparrow and fell directly, just in the pile of ingots.

At this height, there are piles of ingots like hills. Ebony cannot be injured, but it cannot be alive.

The black hair was covered with silver tin foil, and there was no escape from the tail to the face.

How could Ebony bear this? The whole cat was so furious.

It is definitely impossible to lick it. Ebony jumped up and down. Sui Niang quickly fed it a basin of water, and it jumped in immediately.

"It's hard to wash," Wen Yan couldn't help laughing when he remembered the scene at that time, "It's all stuck together. In the end, Sui Niang and I picked it little by little, and then we quickly picked it."

Even though Huo Yixiao was not very interested, after listening to this passage, his mood relaxed a little.

He looked up at the black cat nestled on the top of the Bogu shelf and said, "You still have such a stupid time?"

The ebony didn't get any skin, and the hair stood up.

It meowed.

Wen Yan’s dream sounds stupid, how can you believe it?

But it just called and didn't pounce on Huo Yixiao.

If you really miss it, you will get into the pile of ingots...

It is true that with its skills, such an accident could not have happened, but Huo Yixiao's hands were also stained with sorrow. When he fought with him, the sorrow had to be applied to its hair for several rounds.

Ebony didn't want to get stuck in those, so it adjusted its head, its head facing the wall, its eyes were gone, and it only drooped down and its tail, slamming, expressing its dissatisfaction.

Huo Yixiao glanced at the shaking tail and asked Wen Yan: "What else?"

After more than half an hour, Huo Yixiao broke and listened to Wen Yan's words.

After folding the tin foil prepared on the table, I washed my hands and left the West Crossing Courtyard.

The stars in the sky are very faint, and only the Big Dipper can see some traces.

Huo Yixiao glanced at him twice, but his mind was a thought.

Previously, Huo Yixiao hoped that the dream was fake. If every day and night were seen and experienced in the dream, for Wen Yan, the ups and downs were true and all the five flavors were tasted.

But just now, he consciously asked Wen Yan some small things, and those details really didn't look like dreams.

Are the things that Wen Yan tells really a dream?

What kind of dream is it that can last for thirteen years?

In the dream, not only Huo Yixiao's behavior is consistent with his temperament, but even the existence of Echidhan'er and others is so real.

Wen Yan mentioned a lot before, including Concubine Huo, Empress Yu, Concubine Feng Jie, and the brothers of the Zhu family...

Those images are too vivid and fit.
Chapter completed!