Temperament

Zhuo Tianyi and Gu Qingyang talked on the beam of the Martial Arts Hall for most of the night, and when it was almost dawn, they walked unsteadily to the study room and squinted on the couch for a while.

The next morning, during the interval of martial arts practice, Zhuo Tianyi walked through the door next to the martial arts hall after hearing the sound of calligraphy coming from the martial arts hall, and walked to the window of the martial arts hall to look in.

After the lesson plan, Shen Qinglan was demonstrating how to write the word "home" on a piece of white paper pasted on a wooden shelf. He explained while writing, with a clear voice and a patient tone. Occasionally, he looked back at the students with a smile. Holding on to his waist, he felt a little sore as if it had happened in a flash.

Zhuo Tianyi suddenly thought of his violent behavior on the bed last night, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful. He glanced at Shen Qinglan's expression, and felt relieved, at least he wasn't injured as badly as last time, otherwise he might have a fever by now No more beds.

When I looked inside again, Shen Qinglan had already picked up the book and was leading the students to read the words and sentences on it. She was serious and focused while smiling and friendly, which made Zhuo Tianyi's heart feel warm and astringent, which was quite unpleasant.

As long as Shen Qinglan can give Zhuo Tianyi a tenth or two of his patience and friendliness in facing the children, he won't end up in a tit-for-tat situation with him again and again.

What an enemy!

He thought helplessly and angrily, and turned to leave.Inside the room, Shen Qinglan closed the book and glanced out the window with a trace of indifference on her face.

In the afternoon, Zhuo Tianyi read in the study some of the sales contracts to be signed sent by various shops during the past few days in Liangzhou, and dealt with other matters that had been accumulated over the past few days before relaxing and sitting in a chair Think carefully about the current situation.

This time was no better than the time when Shen Qinglan misunderstood him last time. That time, he could hold his breath and wait until he came to bow his head to get back his capital with interest.Either way, this time he is the winner on paper.Not only ruined Shen Qinglan's jade, but also ruthlessly galloped on him, but in Shen Qinglan's mind, he was already disgusting, and he wished Ling Chi could be executed.He had no advantage at all in the mind-taking battle.

Gu Qingyang's phrase "If you want to win people's hearts, you must first lose your own" rang in his ears again. After thinking about it over and over in his heart, he got up, asked his servant to bring a horse, and rode out of the house.

Shen Qinglan didn't go to the study after going back to the East Wing after lunch, his back was so sore, he really didn't want to drag his tired body through most of the Zhuo Mansion to the study to work for the person next door.

Moreover, his body was really uncomfortable. After sitting in the clean room for a long time in the morning, those things still flowed out at noon, which made him hate it to death.

After lunch, he went into the bathroom again, sat in the bathtub, and soaked himself in the water.After using a lot of acacia, he always felt that he still had the fishy smell of that kind of thing on his body. He hesitated for a while, reached out and touched it, put two fingers inside, stretched it out, and washed it with water.

When I did this, it wasn't that there was no shock in my heart. Although it was his own body, after experiencing that kind of thing, although there was a lot less pain than the first time, it was more disgusting and creepy. The bloody injury last time was even more unbearable.

However, no matter how unbearable it was physically, I finally endured it, and after enduring it like this, it seemed that even the restless state of being so restless that I wanted to escape had disappeared.

Perhaps, there would be nothing that he could not let go of, except Meng Huaiyuan.He could finally live only for Meng Huaiyuan with peace of mind.

That jade pendant, ruined is the same as not destroyed.If it is still there, he can always have a thought and be aware of his own existence; if it is destroyed, he will keep it in his heart for the rest of his life, and with his heart, no one can destroy it.

Shen Qinglan leaned sideways on the wall of the bathtub, watching the process of the water droplets flowing through the wood, enlarging the lines on it all the way and returning to the original shape, and slowly closed her eyes.

In a trance, it seemed to return to the familiar scene. Meng Huaiyuan stood on the bow of the boat, smiled and stretched out his hands to him, "Qing Lan, hold on, and swim for a while, and the brother will pull you up."

Brother, even if you don't pull me, I will always be behind you.Shen Qinglan touched the tightly twisted cloth belt tied to her chest, I have already tied this life, this heart, to you.

Suzhou, Meng's study.

Meng Huaiyuan put down the pen in his hand, rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, and turned his eyes to a pair of words hanging on the opposite wall - Jian Jia, looking at it while thinking, as if lost in memory.

A cup of tea was placed on the desk, "Brother Meng, this is my new cloud needle, try it." Jiang Moyun stood opposite the desk and said with a smile.

"Okay." Meng Huaiyuan picked up the teacup and opened the lid. The tea leaves were green at the end and the tea noodles were delicate. When he brushed the lid off, he saw the tea soup below was bright white with even fine flakes. The fragrance of the tea was lingering in his nose. : "Even if you don't taste it, just by looking at the color, shape and quality, you can tell that your skill in ordering tea is very profound."

There was a trace of joy on Jiang Moyan's face, "Then you have a taste, no matter how well the tea soup is ordered, it must be delicious."

Meng Huaiyuan responded, blowing off some froth, took a sip, and praised: "The taste is clear and fragrant, the fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, good tea." Putting down the cup, he sighed, "Speaking of it, I haven't drunk tea like this for a long time. ..."

Jiang Moyan's heart softened, and he was just about to say, "Then I'll make tea for you every day from now on." Then Meng Huaiyuan continued: "When Qinglan was here, he often made tea for me." His gaze returned again Returning to the picture on the opposite wall, his eyes became lonely.

Jiang Moyan felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at him, and said quietly: "The craftsmanship of Mr. Shen is very good."

Meng Huaiyuan laughed, looking at the words, his eyes were long and soft, "No, his tea making skills are definitely not as good as yours. When grinding tea leaves, he is always greedy and not fine enough, so the soup flakes always float on the surface of the soup. Not a mouthful."

Jiang Moyun let out an "Oh", somehow, Meng Huaiyuan's words made him not feel the joy of being praised at all, instead he felt lost.

Meng Huaiyuan's eyes were still on that painting, "Speaking of which, I taught him the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea ceremony. Among these skills, he learned the best calligraphy and painting."

Jiang Moyan followed his gaze to look at the picture of Jian Jia on the wall, and praised: "These two characters are clever in strokes, exquisite in layout, and very ethereal."

Meng Huaiyuan nodded with a smile, got up and took out a large roll of manuscripts from the calligraphy and painting jar beside the bookcase, opened them, and showed them to Jiang Moyan one by one, "These are the results of his calligraphy practice, the previous ones were very ugly. , the later ones got better and better, you see!"

He took out one, and the entire page was written with the characters "jia" in large and small sizes. It was written by someone who was just learning to write, with immature strokes and loose structure.

"This one is much better." He took out another one, and it was written on the couplet in Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn", "The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone flows upwards".The strokes are much more delicate, and there is aura in the font. Although it still needs to be refined, it has begun to take shape.

When he saw the last one that was taken out, Jiang Mo's eyes paused, but it was the first two sentences in the Book of Songs "Taoyao", "Peach's yaoyao, scorching its flowers", the eight characters are written vividly and beautifully Extraordinary, people seem to be able to see the abundance of peach blossoms in full bloom in March in Yangchun, which is unforgettable.

Jiang Moyan raised his head in a daze, and saw that Meng Huaiyuan's eyes were fixed on a few words, but he forgot to explain to him, and was only immersed in his own mood.

His heart sank, he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words, he just looked at Meng Huaiyuan wordlessly.After a while, Meng Huaiyuan seemed to wake up, and smiled apologetically at him, "I made you laugh."

Jiang Moyan felt sore, "Brother Meng really loves Mr. Shen so much that he even keeps a lot of manuscripts for Mr. Shen's calligraphy practice."

Meng Huaiyuan smiled, "Yes, he is like my younger brother. I am the only one in my family and have no brothers or sisters. He was only 12 years old when he came to Meng's house. I rescued him from the mountain torrent when I was in Miaodi. At that time , he is thin, with big eyes, and he is always timid when looking at people. At first I thought he could not speak... It has been 11 years, and he has been in Zhuo's house for three years..."

His voice gradually lowered, and bitterness was inevitably tinged in his voice, and his words also stagnated, but his eyes still stayed on the writing, his hand reached out to the writing, and gently stroked it, as if he was looking at an incomparably precious treasure.

Jiang Moyan suddenly felt his throat tight, as if something was pressing him down, he couldn't stay any longer, "Brother Meng, I...I suddenly remembered that the tea is still boiling on the stove, I have to go and see."

As he spoke, he turned and left, but there was no sound behind him, and when he reached the door, he couldn't help turning his head, Meng Huaiyuan stared blankly at the painting of peach blossoms on the table as if he hadn't heard him, without saying a word.

Jiang Moyan left the study room and hurried towards the backyard.Walking halfway, he suddenly stopped, stood for a while, stretched out the back of his hand to wipe his face, then raised his head to the sky, took a deep breath and swallowed the remaining liquid.

In the study room, Meng Huaiyuan was sitting on a chair, looking at the eight big characters that looked like they were alive, a delicate face and a bright smile appeared in front of his eyes.

"The peach is so beautiful, its flowers are shining..." He closed his eyes and whispered these two lines of poems. It was as if lightning passed through his mind, and another two lines of poems suddenly appeared: The son returns home, suitable for his family.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the writing on the table hurriedly.After a long while, I bowed my head and rested my hands on my forehead. It seemed that the whirring wind that had been lingering in my dreams for the past three years appeared in my ears again. Shen Qinglan is from the Zhuo family, and I, Meng Liren, will never regret it!" In the end, it was the call that seemed to resound in my ears and heart from a long time ago, "Senior brother, senior brother..."

The author has something to say: This chapter is a bit of a torture to myself, Mr. Meng is not a lump of elm, but the reflex arc is a bit long, and he still needs to clarify and recognize himself.Otherwise, let Zhuo Zong be cannon fodder, let Shen Mi and Jiang Mi follow the example of Ehuang and Nv Yinggong to serve Meng at last...

Collection, collection, you are the only pain in my heart!