Chapter 295: 163 Xuanping Marquis (second shift)_2

“Jiaojiao!” Little Jing Kong spotted Gu Jiao and immediately abandoned his naughty brother-in-law, running hurriedly to Gu Jiao’s side.

Gu Jiao ruffled his hair and looked toward Xiao Liulang, “No study sessions tonight?”

“No need.” Xiao Liulang nonchalantly walked over.

From him, Gu Jiao could not sense the oppressive atmosphere of the Guozijian. In fact, with the approaching spring test, all the students at Guozijian were almost going mad.

Even Lin Chengye and Fen Lin were going to bed later and getting up earlier than usual.

Although the tutors hadn’t demanded a study session tonight, the only one who truly dared not to study was Xiao Liulang.

The trio started to head back home.

Sure enough, it started snowing heavily.

Gu Jiao took out an oil-paper umbrella from her back basket, but Little Jing Kong insisted on being in the snow!

Fortunately, Gu Jiao had brought a small cloak for him, helping him to put it on, making him resemble a tiny wizard.

The tiny wizard excitedly hopped about in the heavy snow, hollering, “Wa wa wa——”

Xiao Liulang took the oil-paper umbrella, holding it above them and shading Gu Jiao a bit more.

They walked side by side on the grand avenue.

The most comfortable relationship is one where silence doesn’t cause discomfort.

Both were enjoying the tranquility of the moment and the occasional soft sounds coming from Little Jing Kong.

“By the way.” Gu Jiao suddenly asked him, “What month is your birthday?”

It was written on his household registry.

It was also on their marriage certificate.

Her asking this question proved that she believed the birthdate on the registry wasn’t his actual birthdate.

She was like this, never bluntly revealing all truths at once, instead, with an unintentional soft tone that he couldn’t resist, peeling away his defenses bit by bit.

“In the twelfth month.” he replied.

“Oh.” It was now the twelfth month, Gu Jiao turned to him, her demeanour somewhat coy, “Which day?”

After a pause, Xiao Liulang answered lightly: “Chinese New Year’s Eve.”

Gu Jiao grinned.

It hadn’t passed yet.

That’s great.

Ancient people didn’t celebrate birthdays every year, only those deemed important, e.g., the first birthday, the birth year in the Chinese zodiac cycle, a girl’s fifteenth birthday and ear-piercing ceremony, a man’s twentieth birthday and crown-wearing ceremony, etc.

The crown-wearing ceremony is a man’s coming of age, signifying his maturity and ability to put on a crown, marking him a true mature man.

However, in Gu Jiao’s previous life, the eighteenth birthday was also a very important one.

So she wanted to celebrate that for him.

“Little Jing Kong, when is your birthday?” She called to Little Jing Kong who was frolicking ahead.

Little Jing Kong squatted down, grabbed a handful of snow and started rolling it into a snowball, “Chinese New Year’s Eve!”

Gu Jiao hummed: “What a coincidence.”@@novelbin@@

Little Jing Kong’s eyes lit up: “Is Jiaojiao’s birthday also on New Year’s Eve?”

Gu Jiao smiled: “It isn’t mine, but it’s your brother-in-law’s.”

Little Jing Kong’s smile stiffened, the snowball in his hand suddenly lost its appeal.

Ah! Why did he share the same birthday as his bad brother-in-law? He didn’t want that birthday!

Actually, Little Jing Kong’s birthday might not necessarily be Chinese New Year’s Eve. When he was abandoned at the temple, he was only a few months old, and there were no details about his date of birth.

The head monk estimated his birthday based on his size, guessing it was around New Year’s Eve, so they set his birthday on that day.

With a gloomy face, Little Jing Kong asked Xiao Liulang: “Why do you even copy my birthday?”

Xiao Liulang’s mouth twitched, I am older than you, shouldn’t it be who copied who?

“Sigh.” Little Jing Kong sighed dejectedly.

“What’s wrong?” Gu Jiao stroked his head, he couldn’t possibly be this upset about having the same birthday as Xiao Liulang, could he?

Little Jing Kong spread his hands and sighed, “In previous years, my birthday was always celebrated alongside my master, regardless where he was, he would always rush back to the temple to attend my birthday banquet.”

Xiao Liulang was dumbfounded, you little monk would even have a birthday banquet? What kind of conditions do you have at your temple?

Little Jing Kong sighed again, “The capital city is too far away, I’m afraid I won’t be able to see my master this year.”

Gu Jiao imagined an elderly monk with white eyebrows trudging all the way to the capital city with the help of a crutch…

Uh, that’s indeed too cruel.

He can’t come.

Gu Jiao kneeled down, looking at him gently, “This year on your birthday, you can celebrate with your brother-in-law.”

Both of them were in sync, both with disgusted faces: We don’t want that.

Gu Jiao then said: “Even though you can’t see your master, you can write him a letter.”

Little Jing Kong pound his little head: “Right, why didn’t I think of that?”

With words turning into action, Little Jing Kong immediately wrote a long letter to his master that night. The first sentence expressed his deep longing for his master, the other ninety-nine were all about bragging and showing off about himself.