blind waiter

"What character do you want to learn?" Wen Renxia took the ink and stroked back and forth in the inkstone pool.Although his eyes kept focusing on his hands, his peripheral vision was used to observe Wen Rensong carefully, for fear that his movements would be unnatural.Will it fall in Wen Rensong's eyes?

Wen Rensi blinked his eyes, tilted his head and thought for a while: "Since... since, um, since it is the first character, then you can write the word 'Si' and show me!"

Wen Renxia's face remained unchanged, but he secretly felt that he was vulgar. Since it was the first word, couldn't he choose a meaningful one?

He very naturally picked up the brush in his hand, and wrote the word "Si" of Wen Rensi on the white biographies. He lowered his head, looking very serious.

It's cold in the north, and Wen Renxia's fresh pen and ink stained the propaganda, before it came and dispersed, there were bumps and hollows on it, as if there were a few ink pits left behind.

Wen Rensi may have called the brush and ink for the first time, but he couldn't react for a while, so he rested his chin on the table and stared at the word.

Wenrenxia was unmoved by Wenrensi, and couldn't help but look at him in surprise, and kindly reminded him: "It's done."

Just as Wenren Xia finished speaking, before he could react, Wenrensi suddenly stretched out one of his fingers, and was about to click on the word "Si".

"Hey! You can't touch this one, it's dirty!" Wenren Xia saw that Rensi's white hand was about to be dotted with dirty ink, and he stretched out his hand almost immediately and caught Wen Si Rensi's wrist.

That was the first time Wen Renxia touched Wen Rensi's body, without the isolation of clothes, Wen Renxia's slightly callused fingers slid over Wen Rensi's delicate skin like a woman.

At that moment, Wen Renxia almost clearly felt the lubrication from Wen Rensi's wrist. He had never touched a girl's hand before, but he felt that this hand was probably similar to those girls' hands. All about the same.

"Hmm..." Wen Rensi seemed to be taken aback by Wen Renxia's sudden obstruction, and hurriedly pulled his hand back, but then explained to Wen Renxia, ​​"Actually... um... I smell It still tastes good."

Wen Renxia let go of her hand calmly, then lowered her head to hide her embarrassment: "Things that taste good are not necessarily good things."

He had just finished saying this, but he paused suddenly, because he suddenly thought that his piece of ink was the best gift from Wen Rensong.He was a little guilty, but immediately added: "Of course, there is no shortage of genuine things in this world. The beauty is on the outside, and the gold and jade are on the inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Rensi over there tilted his head in confusion: "What do you mean, beauty is on the outside, and gold and jade are on the inside? I have heard of it before."

Wenren Xia Dunzuo, he just wanted to explain, but Wen Rensong's voice sounded just above his head, with a little helplessness in that voice: "There is no beauty there, but gold and jade in it, so that you can study well, you It was fabricated."

Wen Renxia was caught by Wen Rensong, his face was slightly red, he continued to pick up the pen, dipped the ink in the inkstone, and said in a low voice: "The left and right meanings are almost the same, they all emphasize that people should not only pay attention to the outside. Instead, you should pay attention to your own temperament, just like... like the little Huangshu, the little Huangshu looks so good-looking, if you don't learn a lot, I'm afraid it will really become an embroidered pillow."

Wen Rensong pondered for a while, but lingered on Wen Rensi and Wen Renxia for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

In short, when Wen Renxia went to the study room the next day, it seemed that someone had arranged an extra table of the same size as him beside his seat.

He was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open. It was the first time Wen Rensi came to the study, he rubbed his eyes and smiled silly at Wen Renxia.

However, just as he was rubbing his eyes naturally, Wen Renxia suddenly noticed a detail... Wen Ren Si Bai's tender little hand seemed to be holding a very familiar ink, and he subconsciously looked down. Looking at the table on my desk, I used old ink from a distance.An inexplicable sense of loss came from the bottom of his heart.

"Hmm... Brother Huang saw that I... liked your piece of ink, so he gave me one too..." he said.

However Wenren Xia finally did not respond to him, just lowered his head and remained silent.Because he didn't know what to say.

His ink was offered to him by Wen Rensong.What about his?Let him say that his mother forced him to ask for it?He couldn't say it.

And what made him even more speechless, this was just the beginning, when he raised his head again, planning to listen to what Master Nei was going to say today.A rare figure appeared beside his inner master.

"Zhao... Zhao Cheng also..."

"Well... I'm so bored, he's the one who became my internal teacher." Wen Rensi on the other side pouted dejectedly, looking at Wen Renxia with a look of hopelessness, "Eh...why are you This expression? Do you like him as your inner master?"

"I don't want it." Wen Renxia quickly dropped these words, his tone inevitably a little cold.

In fact, where he didn't want it, his mother had never once fought for him to have Zhao Nanling give him a lecture.But every time he refused with his father's sentence "the prime minister has a lot of things".

It used to be something he couldn't ask for, but the person in front of him got it almost without doing anything, and what's even worse, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

The inexplicable sense of loss seemed to accumulate in the body more and more, and slowly, a feeling of grievance and burning seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he wanted to spit it out, but he had to swallow it down.

But Wen Rensi on the side didn't seem to know what was going on, and instead continued to mutter: "Hey... Actually, you don't want it. Who would want this kind of facial paralyzed uncle, of course, except for the fact that his face is really That's right, but he can't even laugh... If it wasn't for Brother Huang insisting that I have a bad foundation, I must find a good guy to discipline me, so I wouldn't use him... I thought you would want it, I I'm still thinking about where I will go to Brother Huang to change with you..."

"I don't use things that people have used!" Before Wen Rensi finished speaking, Wen Ren Xia, who had been lowering his head, said this sentence suddenly, and the tone, listening carefully, seemed to be gritting his teeth. Say it.It was as if he was swearing something!

"Hey... You... Don't be so serious, I'm just saying, we are all one family anyway... Your surname is Wenren, so is my surname... Besides, um, in fact, he can't call the things I used, because I haven't used him...no, he's not a thing...er...it doesn't seem to be..."

"You are very noisy!" Before Wen Rensi could finish speaking, Wen Renxia's voice interrupted Wen Rensi's words again, and he even turned his head and glanced at the innocent Wenrensi , that eyes may be so cold for the first time!

"Especially, I really don't like your stuff!"

"For...why?"

"Why?" A sneer involuntarily appeared on the corner of Wen Renxia's mouth, it was a real sneer.

While he was chanting these three words, what his mother said before appeared in his mind.

However, he finally didn't say anything, but continued to lower his head and picked up his pen.After poking a few times on the clean white paper, he chuckled.

After all, he is only the son of a whore, so how can he stand shoulder to shoulder with the royal family's arrogance?Even being given alms by him?

Thinking of this, Wen Renxia's paper seemed to have been poked to pieces with his own ink.Wen Renxia realized that the things under his hands were rotten, but as if he had thought of something, he suddenly grabbed the old ink that he had used for some time from the inkstone, and threw it directly at Wen Rensi's desk superior.

The old ink that has been used for some time is still stained with dripping ink. It fell on Wen Rensi's white paper, and almost instantly, it immediately stained the paper in front of Wen Rensi. Wen Rensi didn't expect it just now. Wenren Xia actually threw ink on his desk, and after throwing it, he was caught off guard by some ink splashing on his cheeks!

"What... what are you doing?" Wen Rensi felt the ink splashed on his cheeks, and stood up from the bunk almost instantly, his voice startled everyone present.

However, in the eyes of everyone, as the instigator, Er Wenren Xia stood up from his bunk and walked directly in front of Wen Rensi.Although he was only one year older than Wen Rensi, he seemed to be a head taller.He lowered his head and just looked at Wen Rensi, this time Wen Rensi clearly caught the trace of ridicule coming from his eyes!

"Ah... I'm so sorry, Uncle Huang..." Wen Rensi saw the corner of Wen Renxia's mouth raised in an arc, and his star-like eyes looked down at him condescendingly, "Uncle Xiao Huang came to the study for the first time. A-Xia didn't come in time to prepare a gift for the little emperor. I'm really sorry, but I just heard from my father that the little emperor doesn't know how to read? So A-Xia thought, how about making this I'll give you a piece of ink too! What a coincidence, I didn't expect that Little Huangshu's hands would be so smooth and tender that he couldn't even grab a piece of ink... Tsk tsk, and even splashed ink on his face..."

While talking, Wen Renxia suddenly stretched out her hand, pinched Wen Rensi's chin, and gently wiped a little ink on Wen Rensi's face with her delicate thumb: "Tsk tsk...so dirty...Little Huangshu When you go back, you must make good use of the piece of ink that A-Xia gave you, and don't disappoint, my father and I have... expectations for you!"

After Wen Renxia finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and patted Wen Rensi's face that was smeared with black ink and blushing by herself, with a satisfied smile on her face.

However, before his smile could be retracted, it stopped abruptly.Because Wen Rensi over there was only stunned for a moment, then suddenly bent down and grabbed the piece of old ink from his desk at an extremely fast speed, and smashed the whole piece of ink at Wen Renxia's head. !

"You failed your grandma! You're a bully! Think I'm blind!"

Wen Renxia really didn't dodge this time, the hard old ink slammed into Wen Renxia's forehead, and almost immediately, a clear sharp pain spread throughout Wen Renxia's head, the greasy liquid, along with it The brow bone on the forehead slid down.

Unsurprisingly, Jiang Ruyi's voice sounded immediately: "Cherish the imperial doctor! Chuan the imperial doctor! The crown prince is bleeding!"