Temperament

Chapter 48

In the afternoon of the next day, Shen Qinglan was sorting out the shop inspection records during this period in the study. Zhuo Tianyi came in with a few paper manuscripts. After taking a seat opposite him, he put the paper manuscripts in front of Shen Qinglan, " Help me draw up a contract, I have written all the main contents here, and you can just sort it out and perfect it."

Shen Qinglan looked down for a moment, and was stunned, it turned out to be with the Meng family.

There was an unspeakable pain in his heart, and the few thin papers he held in his hands seemed to be Meng Liren's oath on the day when the alliance was formed on the Qianlongjiang River three years ago, sparing no effort to remind him of the current situation. It is no longer the Meng family, but the reality of the Zhuo family standing opposite the Meng family.

He looked down at the few pieces of paper, speechless for a long time.

Zhuo Tianyi had a panoramic view of his expression, but turned a blind eye, and explained with a smile: "The medicinal materials in Lingnan have always been transported by our own caravan, and it is very inconvenient and expensive to come and go. Meng's The caravan travels from south to north, and it happened to be this way. So I took advantage of this time to go to Luoying Mountain Villa and had a face-to-face talk with your senior brother, thinking that in the future, all the goods in Lingnan will be transported by your senior brother and their caravan. It can save a lot of expenses and save time. Your senior brother also talked to me about a few shipments in the north, and he will also send someone to send the contract. In the future, the two companies can cooperate for mutual benefit."

Shen Qinglan was still pinching the few pieces of paper, her eyes fixed on them, and she didn't say a word.

Zhuo Tianyi thought for a while, and then said: "By the way, I haven't told you about meeting your brother this time. I didn't see him the day I arrived, and I only saw him when the martial arts conference officially started the next day." When I saw him, Jiang Moyan and I were sitting in the pergola not far from me, talking with him. Later, after the dinner, we had two drinks together and discussed the business. On the third day, your senior brother brought Jiang Moyan has gone back, and so have I."

Shen Qinglan's face immediately turned pale, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the paper she was holding trembled a little.

Looking at his expression, Zhuo Tianyi knew that this trick worked, so he didn't need to say anything more at this time, he stood up and said: "This is not urgent, you take your time, and just let me know when it's done."

He got up and left, and when he walked to the door, he looked back, Shen Qinglan still maintained that look, which made him feel a little bit unbearable, but more pleased.

This is the best way for Shen Qinglan to face the relationship with Meng Huaiyuan. It not only eliminates the hidden dangers of letting them meet, but also cuts off their emotional connection invisibly.From now on, he must be allowed to put himself from the Meng family to the Zhuo family step by step, so that his heart will be transferred from Meng Huaiyuan to Zhuo Tianyi.

He closed the door and left quietly, leaving Shen Qinglan alone to ponder.

The room became quiet, and Shen Qinglan slowly put down the few pieces of paper.He raised his hand and added some water to the inkstone to grind the ink.Then he took the pen from the shelf, dipped it in the ink, moved it to the paper, glanced at what Zhuo Tianyi had written above, and wrote down.

It's just that the tip of the pen trembled slightly when it was only a few millimeters away from the paper.His vision also moved from the tip of the pen to his hand, becoming more and more blurred.

The scene in his mind suddenly changed, instantly bringing him back to the past.

A warm palm wrapped his right hand, holding the pen, moving it back and forth on the paper, and after a while, a straight "home" character appeared on the paper.

"Come on, Qing Lan, try it yourself." A clear voice came from above her head, accompanied by a warm breath, she was wrapped in the loose embrace of the person behind her, and her ears could still touch his arm.Such an environment is warm, safe, and reassuring, and the whole body and mind can calm down.

Shen Qinglan's hand held the pen firmly, and slid it on the paper, without looking at the fan character, the character had already been engraved in her heart during the process of handwriting.

Later, the scene changed, and the people behind him stood aside, no longer surrounding him, holding his hand, just watching the process of his writing, occasionally pointing a few times, and nodding approvingly.After finishing a picture, I looked up and saw the appreciative gaze on that face, and my whole body seemed to be bathed in the warm sunshine of March.

Then, the scene changed again. He looked at the person opposite the desk, dressed in blue, pacing slowly with his hands behind his back, reciting ancient poems and lines, occasionally looking back at him, and reminding him pretending to be reproachful, "I'm distracted again, and I'm not happy. "Practicing", what filled my heart was a mixture of joy, shyness and throbbing.

That kind of feeling stirred back and forth in his heart, bringing out bursts of impulses that he couldn't control himself, and even his throat was a little choked, so he could only quickly lower his eyes, caress his heart and let out a soft breath.After the unspeakable feeling passed, I couldn't help but raise my head quietly, looking greedily and shyly at his growing taller back, broad arms, and firm steps, sometimes it took a long time to look at him, until he was caught by him. It was found that he was "rebuked" again.

After several rounds, he wrote "Jian Jia", which was approved by him, mounted and hung on the opposite side of the table in his study.That place was carefully selected by Shen Qinglan, and he wanted him to be able to see his heart when he looked up after working hard at his desk.

He accidentally touched the corner of his mouth while riding a horse that time, and then he made an agreement to "get married together". That night, after reminiscing the infinite beauty brought about by the rubbing of the corners of his mouth in the bed, he had a feeling that he was about to... The overflowing excitement and the emotion of not being able to control myself, wrote a picture of "Taoyao". Those eight characters poured all my love and affection.

When it was delivered to him, Shen Qinglan looked at his expression without blinking, expecting the expression she wanted to see on his face.As a result, he looked at it for a long time, especially the word "Zhuozhuo". I’m ashamed.” Afterwards, he stacked the manuscripts with the previous ones, carefully rolled them up, and put them in the calligraphy and painting jar.

Disappointment welled up in him, but he was not discouraged.Another night, he picked up a pen and poured all his heart and mind into the tip of the pen, condensing it into a love letter that could be understood at a glance, and sent it to his study when the first ray of sunlight knocked on the window paper in the early morning.

The water mist filled the eyes, wiped off the water mist, and a large drop of ink that had been blurred came into view, staining the white paper like a stain, which could not be wiped off or washed off. The only way was to rub the whole paper. Toss in a ball and start over.

Shen Qinglan's hand trembled, and the pen fell slumped, leaving a bigger ink stain on the paper.

He looked at the ink stain, bent down, and lay on the table, his mind split.

As a proton, his body is strictly "protected". In the past three years, he has never written a single word with Meng Huaiyuan except for the calligraphy and painting he practiced. Write it in your heart.

But I didn't expect that now that I could write and send it to him, what I would write would be a contract signed on behalf of the Zhuo family and the Meng family, with a rigorous format, a solemn tone, and a business-like manner.

All his love and longing with blood and tears will be blocked on the tip of the pen and on paper, and will be cut off in his heart from the moment these written contracts are sent out.

Meng Huaiyuan taught him all his characters, and Meng Huaiyuan's handwriting is clear at a glance.He didn't know what kind of mood Meng Huaiyuan would feel when he saw the contract he had written, whether he would stand on the opposite side of him and treat him like other Zhuo family members...

A sharp pain suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart, as if the whole heart was split in two, as if the whole person was strangled by one hand, unable to breathe.

This feeling is too uncomfortable, more painful than letting Meng Huaiyuan see him tossing and turning naked under Zhuo Tianyi's body.

Shen Qinglan lay prone on the table, losing all her strength from the pain in her heart that was like sawing back and forth with a saw.

When he returned to his room at night, he just ate in silence, washed up, and then lay down on the bed, closing his eyes, as if he was sleepwalking, immersed in his own world.

Zhuo Tianyi saw it, not because he was uncomfortable or resentful, but because he deeply understood that at this time, Shen Qinglan could only let Shen Qinglan get over it and come out.

In the afternoon, Shen Qinglan was in a daze looking at the few pieces of paper in the study, he could see clearly from the latticed window covered with tulle, no matter how sore or painful he was, he could only bear it.The facts are before his eyes, Shen Qinglan's whole heart is really only Meng Huaiyuan, without him, he can't help denying it.

So he just patted Shen Qinglan on the shoulder, pretended to be ignorant and said a few words of concern before lying down.

It was the same on the second day and the third day. It was not that Shen Qinglan didn't do other things. He didn't delay his homework in the Xiwen hall at all, and he didn't miss other things usually. He just went to the study and faced the few sheets Zhuo Tianyi gave When he was writing the manuscript, it was like a different person, he was so absorbed in the past that he couldn't extricate himself.

The Langhao pen produced by Baozhilin seems to be extremely heavy, and every time I pick up the pen, I can’t miss a single stroke; it’s as light as a feather, and it can be swayed on the paper inadvertently. Only then did I realize that the sentences engraved in my heart had already appeared on paper.

But he couldn't bear to read more, so he could only crumpled and crumpled those paper manuscripts, and threw them away.It was not until dark on the fourth day that the short three-page contract was drawn up.

After writing the last word, when I closed the pen, my vision was blurred, a tear flowed out of my eye socket, and fell on the skirt of my clothes. The pen seemed to be guided by tears, and gently dropped a small dot next to the last word.

Shen Qinglan didn't dare to read any more, put away the pen and ink, folded the contract, sat in the study for a while, tried to calm down, put the contract in an envelope, turned off the lights, and went back to the East Chamber.

Seeing his figure leave, Zhuo Tianyi opened the window, turned over and jumped into the room, went to his desk and sat down, leaned over and picked out a few balls of paper from the wastebasket below, spread them out, and they were on fire. Look closely at the light.

The most authentic words in Shen Qinglan's heart were written on each piece of crumpled paper. Although Zhuo Tianyi didn't read a lot of those words and sentences, he could fully see the deep love and regretful thoughts contained in them.What's more, on several sheets, there are no sentences that need to be carefully pondered at all, and the entire page is filled with just one name——Meng Huaiyuan.

He sat on the chair, clenched his hands into fists, and tightly held the writing paper until the internal force running through his five fingers shook them into powder, and he couldn't stop the indescribable anger, pain and pain in his heart. lost.

In the end, he sweated hard with those weapons in the martial arts hall, and finally vented the raging emotions in his chest.

The author has something to say: Boss Zhuo started to push a thousand catties in four or two, and Shen Mi's heart that had finally calmed down made waves again, but Shen Mi didn't make Boss Zhuo feel better.

The two people turned from the bayonet to the competition of internal strength.

Love, what a war, what will be the result...

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