Just like this, Wen Xiaoyun hugged his shoulders closely, and Xiao Wuzuo's face instantly turned into a red apple with embarrassment.
You must know that Wen Shuli is a serious scholar, and he is related to the famous Yin Tuiguan. Such a clean and handsome scholar was so close to me who was full of bad luck. He really didn't know where to put his hands.
Taking Xiao Wu Zuo to the tea table in the room, Wen Xiaoyun sat Xiao Wu Zuo on the chair, put down his tea cup, picked up a new one, and poured him a cup of tea, "By the way, little brother, I'm here There is one more thing I want to ask you about."
The young man stood up in a hurry and waved his hands hastily, "Scribe Wen, please don't be so polite to me. If you have anything to do, just ask. As long as I know something, I will definitely tell you."
Wen Xiaoyun smiled and patted his shoulder, indicating that he could sit down and calm down, and asked seriously and seriously: "Brother, don't be so polite. I am asking if someone in our yamen has spread the news. What kind of gossip, otherwise you were fine when you went out in the morning, why would you be scolded like this when you come back?"
The little man scratched his head in embarrassment, "Oh, I really didn't pay attention to this. I went out with Master to check the evidence during the day, and I just came back." But he raised his face again and looked at Wen Xiaoyun seriously, " But it’s not difficult to know what’s going on in the Yamen, so I’ll help you go out and find out what happened in the Yamen in the past half day.”
Wen Xiaoyun thought of the police officers who beat up even the gangsters outside, and became worried, "But the little brother outside has offended people for helping Xiaoyun. Now that the little brother goes out to inquire about information, if he makes things difficult for them again, he will Oh no."
Xiao Zuozuo's expression immediately became confident, he straightened his chest and said, "No matter how much people look down on us Zuozuo, we will always have a few good friends. What's more, my master is so famous, and many cases are difficult for others to discover. The clues were all found out by my master.
I will go out in a while. Instead of taking the main road, I will go closer to find those elders who are particularly good to me. I will definitely find out the news. "
Wen Xiaoyun understood that what Xiao Wuzuo said was true. After all, the yamen is no better than the outside.
People outside are afraid and disgusted with Wu Zuo, but many cases in the yamen rely on Wu Zuo for autopsy and injury examination, and there are many people who sincerely respect Wu Zuo's profession.
Wen Xiaoyun smiled and nodded. As if he remembered something again, he looked up at Xiao Zuo and added, "By the way, little brother, just call me Xiaoyun from now on. Don't come and go. We are about the same age and we will be brothers from now on."
Xiao Zuo's face suddenly turned red. He scratched his head in embarrassment and chuckled, "Well, then I will keep you high."
Wen Xiaoyun pretended to be angry and raised his hands as if to slap him, "My brother, you are so polite, but you are looking down on me, and you don't really want to take advantage of my brother."
Xiao Wuzuo quickly waved his hands and begged for mercy, "Xiao...Xiaoyun, don't be angry, can I tell you--" As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wuzuo saw Wen Xiaojun's hand raised higher and became even more angry. He had no choice but to quickly change his words, "Follow me." Xiaoyun, you are a brother, and I am not even happy about it. Don’t be angry."
Wen Xiaoyun then put down his hand and nodded with satisfaction, "That's about the same. That's more. Little brother, what should I call you in the future? It's always the longer one and the shorter one, which is not smooth either. "
Xiao Wuzuo looked at him for a moment, then lowered his head and whispered shyly: "My real name is Bian Xiaohe. Before I was born, my father went to the Saarhu River to fight. But he never came back. When I was twelve years old, my mother remarried to the Yang family in another village, and I changed my name and surname. Everyone called me Xiaoyang, and Xiaoyun was our brother. Just call me Xiaohe. I used to be my good little brother. My uncles and aunts all call me Xiaohe."
Hearing this, Wen Xiaoyun's eyebrows moved unconsciously.
She was deeply touched. She finally understood why the Yang family in the Yamen had such an attitude towards Bian Xiaohe.
His stepfather was only a distant relative of the Yang family, and since he had no blood relationship with the Yang family at all, it was easy to understand why he was looked down upon.
Bian Xiaohe, who has been without a father since he was a child, must have suffered a lot as he grew up. Otherwise, he wouldn't care so much about his previous name.
In his eyes, only behind the name Bian Xiaohe can he find a sense of reassuring intimacy and familiarity.
Wen Xiaoyun raised her hand and patted Bian Xiaohe heavily on the shoulder.
