"Uncle Han."

More than ten minutes later, a girl who was about 1.5 meters tall, tall and graceful, and very beautiful, walked up from downstairs.

She came behind Han Xiuchen and shouted softly as she looked at Han Xiuchen's back.

Han Xiuchen turned around and looked at Nangong Caier, and said with a smile: "Cai'er hasn't come to my house for two months. Why? He has grown up and is unfamiliar with your Uncle Han?"

"That's weird."

Nangong Caier rolled her eyes at Han Xiuchen, and then explained softly: "Caier was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination before, so she didn't come."

When Han Xiuchen heard this, he showed a sudden enlightenment expression, and then sighed: "Cai'er is so amazing. She is almost fourteen years old and is actually taking the postgraduate entrance examination. Compared with you, that boy in my family is simply a elm-wood lump."

"Uncle Han knew to be joking with me."

Nangong Caier showed a big blushing face and started talking shyly.

I am taking the postgraduate entrance examination at this age and have passed the exam now. In the eyes of others, I am indeed a pride of heaven.

But this does not mean that you are smart.

You know, a truly smart person has never shown any charm and is still hiding himself.

And compared with truly smart people, even compared with people among the same generation, he is not too evil.

Among the peers I know, at least three or four are relying on a PhD.

This is not based on their family background, but entirely on their own intelligence.

"I haven't liked to joke since I was a child."

Han Xiuchen shrugged slightly, then waved his hand to Nangong Caier and said, "Okay, I know you just came up to say hello to me. I won't waste your time whispering to that boy in my family."

"Uncle Han is so bad, Cai'er ignores you, hum."

Nangong Caier snorted, and a blush appeared on her little face, which seemed a little tender.

Then he quickly turned around and trotted downstairs.

Looking at Nangong Caier's back, Han Xiuchen couldn't help laughing softly.

After laughing for a while, his expression slowly recovered.

But his mood at this moment still seemed extremely happy.

But these pleasures gradually faded away.

He sat on the chair, crossed his legs and looked up at the clouds that changed from time to time in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh.

Then he slowly took out a book and a pen.

After letting go of the book, he opened the pen cover and slowly wrote down the blank page.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed that just a moment had passed, Han Xiuchen put away the comparison.

Then slowly put the books full of content together.

"Oh, it's a headache."

With his fingers pounding on the book, Han Xiuchen didn't know how to deal with the book he had just written.

Should I put it away temporarily, or should I have someone keep it on my behalf, and then hand it over to someone at a certain point in time?

After thinking for a long time, when he heard the footsteps, Han Xiuchen tapped the book with his fingers again.

A wisp of spiritual power was silently integrated into the books.

After a while, Shen Hongzhuang and Nangong Yun came to the balcony.

Shen Hongzhuang looked at the books placed on the table, her eyes fluctuated subconsciously for a moment, and then she asked Han Xiuchen without knowing anything: "What is this?"

"What do you keep for me for a great book I just wrote?"

When Han Xiuchen heard this, he picked up the book and threw it gently, and threw it to Chen Hongzhuang.

Chen Hongzhuang subconsciously took the book and held it in her hand, but she didn't open it to read it.

I don’t know if I don’t want to read it now, or if I know that Han Xiuchen has tampered with this book, even if I want to read it now, I can’t read it now.

She and Nangong Yun sat slowly in front of the white round table, touching their fingers gently on the cover of the book, and said to Han Xiuchen with a deep meaning: "What other masterpiece can you, a guy who doesn't have a high diploma? Can you make a joke?"

"Who said that if you don't have a high diploma, you can't write a masterpiece?" Han Xiuchen glared at Chen Hongzhuang and retorted in discontently.

But as soon as he refuted this, he found that Chen Hongzhuang and Nangong Yun both looked at him with a smile on their faces, and immediately said in a depressed manner: "Okay, I won't show off. In fact, what I wrote about is some of my feelings about my life experience, and I have no intention of publishing anything, and I have no intention of letting people read it."

"I just knew."

Chen Hongzhuang murmured in her heart the moment Han Xiuchen said this, and at the same time, she asked in a joke-like tone: "What are you going to name this book?"

"Cannensis." Han Xiuchen supported his chin with one hand and looked at the table with his eyes. The black cover book that Chen Hongzhuang gently touched with his palm was very small, but he could hear it.

"ephemera?"

“Sure enough…

When Nangong Yun heard that Han Xiuchen called this book the Ephemera Book, she didn't know what Han Xiuchen was thinking.

Some even think that Han Xiuchen wrote some notes casually and wrote a name casually.

Anyway, in her eyes, Han Xiuchen seemed to be just joking.

But after Chen Hongzhuang heard the book called "Cymbidium" and she couldn't help but feel emotion and headache.

There are two books in the world that she has been thinking about.

One book is about the dust record of myself and that woman who are almost fucked, and can clearly remember every word and every paragraph in it.

The other one is a canfly.

The latter even weighed more heavily in Shen Hongzhuang and the woman's hearts.

Because of the two books on "Cyclone and Weichen" and the former was in that building, although they had already run away by themselves, they were not worried about anything.

But no matter how she and the woman looked for the book "Crossom", they couldn't find it, let alone just know the contents of the book "Crossom".

So she didn't expect that after going around, this book of ephemerals finally came to her hands.

I just don’t know what Han Xiuchen recorded in this book of Eclipse.

Does it really record some of his feelings about his own life?

She felt it was impossible.

Because the Weichen Chronicle records all the deeds of Han Xiuchen, which also covers his insights at each stage.

If it were the same for the Book of Epiphany, then Han Xiuchen would not have called this a canift.

In other words, the Wei Dust Chronicle cannot be called the Wei Dust Chronicle.
Chapter completed!