Xie Yinxiang asked Gu Nuoer with a smile: "Nuoer came late today, I thought you weren't coming."

Gu Nuoer rested her cheeks with her small hands and fiddled with the writing brush: "On the way here, I saw an old grandfather lying on the ground, so I helped him, fortunately I wasn't late!"

Xie Yinxiang smiled delicately: "You are really kind and cute. Nuoer, I heard that you have a shop to open, I have nothing to give you, this little wind chime, for you."

She handed out a braided wire with red and silver threads, with a small gilt copper bell hanging from it.

Gu Nuoer took it, her lips were slightly opened, and her eyes were sparkling.

"Wow, Sister Yinxiang, your hands are so skillful!"

After saying that, she rolled the little bell against her cheek, and narrowed her eyes happily.

Xie Yinxiang is indeed the descendant of the priest in the temple.

Things made with heart always carry a fragrance.

A long time ago, there was a group of people in the temple who were responsible for cultivating spiritual flowers for the gods and making offerings every day, commonly known as priests.

Xie Yinxiang made something with a touch of floral fragrance.

Xie Yinxiang saw that she seemed to like her very much, and smiled shyly: "Nuoer likes it, the wind chimes hang on the eaves, it can auspiciousness and avoid evil, I wish your shop good luck. "

Gu Nuoer smiled sweetly, with a small voice, and muttered: "I like it, the gods like it very much."

Before Xie Yinxiang could hear what Gu Nuoer said, the master walked in from the door.

Everyone quickly returned to their positions.

Gu Nuoer raised her eyes and saw that the Master was talking to Xie Liuhua.

The attitude was very warm.

Xie Liuhua pursed her lips and smiled modestly: "It's not worth the effort."

The master nodded, his tone reassuring: "If everyone is like you, you won't have to worry about nothing good in the world."

Xie Liuhua accepted the praise, and then sat down.

I don't know if it was Gu Nuo'er's illusion, she seemed to linger on herself for a moment.

The little guy lowered his head and made comments on the book with a writing brush, he didn't bother to care about Xie Liuhua.

Jiang Xiaoran was still thinking about going to the suburbs to escape the summer heat, so he raised his voice and asked, "Master, if painter Dai will not come, the morning class will be gone."

The master looked at him and jeered, pretending to be serious: "Jiang Xiaogong, how can you be so playful. Mr. Dai had an accident on the way. He just arrived at the Guoxue University and has already changed his clothes first. Coming soon."

Jiang Xiaoran let out a sigh of relief.

It seems that the plan to go to the suburbs to escape the summer has failed.

The Master mentioned another thing.

"Before, the school had discussed with the painter Dai, and he would send a painting to a student in the school alone. I think that in our school, there are only Miss Xie Jia Er and Xie Liu. Huaneng gets this award."

Everyone was in an uproar, Xie Liuhua straightened his back and forced a smug smile.

She also took a look at Xie Yinxiang, who was sitting not far away, with provocation in her eyes.

Some of the students were unconvinced and asked: "The teacher said nothing, and the painter hasn't come yet, why did you give it to her?"

"Yes, my grandfather likes Master Dai's paintings very much, and I want to win it back for him! If the master doesn't give a reason, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public!"

The master immediately explained: "Second Miss Xie was on her way to the school this morning and rescued an old man who was seriously ill and passed out, almost delaying the time for class. , this is indeed the case, you said, shouldn't this reward be given to her who is happy to help others?"