Yang Hengyi put down the teacup that he had held for a long time and asked Lianyin: "Where is the joy coming from?"

Lian Yin was stopped by his question and turned her head: "Tanhualang High School, isn't it a joy?"

Yang Hengli raised the corners of his mouth like a perfunctory person, but he didn't answer her words.

It seems to be saying that there is nothing to praise.

Lianyin said she couldn't understand him.

However, she and him didn't have much interaction, so it was normal that they couldn't understand it.

After finally finding the topic, Yang Hengyi finally found it and talked about it. After Yang Hengyi died, she didn't even want to start a topic again. Anyway, she was very good at dazing.

After pausing for a while, Yang Heng leaned on the topic: "... Later, after you didn't come to school, you would feel bored if you stay at home?" There was no way, and he didn't know what to talk about, so he could only turn the topic to the previous time, intending to develop the chat topic from far to near.

"No." Lianyin answered very quickly, and it seemed that she really didn't feel bored at home.

Yang Hengyi looked at her and suddenly laughed: "Oh yes, I forgot, you are just a dull person, and you can sit alone for a long time, and that's the same thing when you are alone at home, right?" His tone was familiar.

Lianyin twisted it, and couldn't help but laugh: "Tanhua Master is really this. Do you only remember what happened when I sat there for a long time? I said I was a turtle, and now I mentioned it again." She suddenly thought of the gift that Yang Hengyi specially asked someone to send. She kept the little turtle in the cabinet. She was afraid that Yang Yunqi would ask her if she saw it.

Yang Heng looked at her and smiled with his lips pursed, his eyes shimmering, and he couldn't help but look at her and didn't want to turn her eyes open.

After a few glances, he forced himself to look away and continued to talk, "Isn't it? Then tell me, what do you do at home on weekdays?"

Lian Yin followed his question and thought: "After learning calligraphy for a while, I also read some idle books. Later, I learned to get along with Wang Sanniang and the others and embroider the female red. Recently, I have less words and books, so I spend more time on the female red thing."

After hearing this, Yang Hengyi was stunned for a moment, digested it and asked in disbelief: "Have you learned from the girl's red?"

"Yes." Lianyin answered very lightly regardless of the difference in his expression.

Yang Hengyi was still a little stunned. He fantasized about Lianyin's pinching needles and threads. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that this was not suitable for her. In the past few years, what he thought most about in his mind was the scene of her sitting by the window, holding a book in her hand, or the way she picked up a pen to practice calligraphy. In short, reading and writing were what suited her. The female red needlework should not be something she touched.

Thinking of this, he had to ask: "Sir, would you like to work with the female red needlework all day long?"

Lian Yin looked at him curiously: "I heard what Tanhua said, it seems that I shouldn't touch these?"

Yang Hengyi honestly admitted: "It shouldn't be touched."

Lianyin is very strange: "Then what should I touch?"

Yang Hengyi said: "You have studied in school with us for so long. The gentleman also said that you have a lot of insight into learning." In recent years, the pen pals with Yang Yunqi have not been in vain. At least Yang Yunqi occasionally mentions a few words about lyrics with him.

Yang Yunqi was a junior, so she would not mention the trivial matters at home to him too much, so Yang Yunqi would not know that any letters mentioned in the letter, which would make him read repeatedly, even if there were only one or two sentences, it was enough for him to think about it.

Lianyin interrupted him: "Tanhua Ye means, should I be a talented woman?"

Yang Hengyi didn't say anything, but in his heart, Lianyin was a talented woman. Whenever he looked at the couplets that had been secretly exposed from her door, he was inexplicably happy with every handwriting of her, which was also the motivation for him to survive in the academy.

Many nights, he even described her handwriting. After practicing over the years, he has been able to imitate her handwriting.

Unfortunately, none of these can be said.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lianyin had already given the answer in his expression, she continued: "I don't want to be a talented woman so much, and the girl is also quite interesting. Especially for embroidery, when you can embroider something from beginning to end, the sense of accomplishment is no less than a test of a fame." Moreover, she has experienced several ancient worlds, and almost every time she spent studying and studying. She has not read this world, but just wanted to change it for a while and study something else.

Yang Hengyi didn't expect she would say that, but when she mentioned embroidering it into a finished product, the satisfaction was really unhidden, and her face seemed to be filled with light.

He looked at it in a daze, and was not angry at her last words with a little ridiculousness. On the contrary, he quickly reflected in his heart whether there was something wrong with his words just now.

He thought hard and soon had an answer.

The ladies of the family do not need to learn from the girl, nor will they ask them to learn well, because all the maids obey the work of these things, and they are all the maids’ jobs.

Now Lianyin said that she liked these things and was immersed in them. His first reaction was that she shouldn't have touched them. It was not that she was dissatisfied with her, nor that she felt that she was inferior to those female red maids, but... she felt sorry for her!

I feel sorry for her, I don’t want her to hold needles and threads, and I don’t want the fine needles to pierce her fingers.

But you can't say this in person, at least you can't say it now.

He snatched his brain, skipped the first words, and said with concern: "Then you should also be careful, don't hurt your eyes, it will damage your eyes."

Now Lianyin is stunned: Is he just a casual word of concern? But even if he just says something casual, isn't it a bit wrong for him?

Xiaoxiaoqi listened for a long time, but couldn't help it anymore. He immediately answered, "It's not just wrong, it's just too wrong. He seems to care about you very much."

Lianyin also felt this feeling and couldn't help but say: "I don't know what Yang Yunqi and his pen pals have said over the years. Could it be that he treats himself as my brother?"

Xiaoxiaoqi said she didn't know either.

At this moment, Yang Hengyi spoke again: "You like female red needlework so much now, but because the matchmaker is a matchmaker?" He thought hard just now, and suddenly thought that it doesn't matter whether the ladies of the family will be female red, but in ordinary markets, they seem to be interested in these things. No one wants to marry a wife who can't do needlework. Is Lianyin because she wants to get married and is afraid that her in-laws will dislike her in the future, so she makes up for these things? When she thinks about this possibility, Yang Hengyi's heartbeats, and she feels like she is almost suffocating.

He hurriedly said, "Sir, tell me that he doesn't like ordinary men. A person like him, his future son-in-law should be the same as him. In this way, the father-in-law and son-in-law can speak the same thing." Later, he stuttered and was anxious.

As for Lianyin opposite, he was already looking at him with a terrifying look.
Chapter completed!