In Lan Xuan's study, the two of them finally remembered today's business.

They were 'squeezed' at the table again.

At this time, Zhu Yourong was holding a paper behind his back with one hand and holding the paper with the other hand, gently pressing it against his sharp chin. He looked at the profile of Zhao Rong who was very close to him without blinking.

The brush in his hand was dipped in the fine ink she had sharpened before, but his thick eyebrows remained furrowed.

The young student who occupied Zhu Yourong's narrow field of vision was staring at the paper. His side face was full of concentration and seriousness. He seemed to be thinking about something and pursed his lips from time to time.

For a moment, there was no word.

When Zhu Yourong saw this scene, he was not in a hurry. He even breathed lightly and waited. His eyes fell on the focused side face of the man next to him, with a somewhat novel look.

In the past, others were waiting for her to think and speak.

Because Zhu Yourong is the husband, and like now, she stands quietly beside the 'sir' and waits carefully, which is very rare.

What's more, he is a brother who is younger than her. Well, Zhu Yourong thinks that half a year old is not too old. She is more than enough to be Zhao Rong's sister. Normally, people of the same age should be friends. Zhao Rong seventeen... calls her

Sister is not too much, right?

Thinking of the image of Zhao Rong calling her eldest sister in aggrieved manner, the woman in Confucian shirt couldn't help laughing, but she still pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, for fear of disturbing his business.

Moreover, Zhu Yourong felt that the coercion of going down the board just now, plus the polite temptation of Zhengguan Jingshui, which neither of them explicitly stated, made Zhao Rong grit his teeth and shout "Teacher Zhu". It was probably the limit, and it was true that he would be killed by touching his head.

She's a bit frantically testing on the edge. Didn't you see that Ziyu doesn't pay much attention to her now? She probably still has some anger in her heart...

Zhu Yourong narrowed his eyes habitually, looking at Zhao Rong's expression.

Sir, teacher, etc., I am still old, so it is more appropriate to call me "sister", but... there is no rush.

She nodded lightly.

In fact, Zhu Yourong didn't think there was anything wrong with the relaxing and playful play between the two of them just now.

She likes interesting things, interesting people, interesting stories, interesting words, and even ink that can write interesting words. She likes it and will... try it occasionally.

A small book stand used by book lovers.

As early as when he decided to give up almost everything and just ask for "I am happy", Zhu Yourong decided that in this life, he must experience interesting things.

But this does not mean that she has completely given up her reserve, no longer restrains herself in everything, and is completely addicted to pleasure.

Zhu Yourong has his own set of inner measuring standards. This standard is not a bottom line, but a very high standard of vision.

Just like the standard of making friends, she also longs for a life of "a pot of tea, a few close friends, and a leisurely life".

I have only been practicing Taoism for half a century, and so far, even Hongyan has sent letters to friends, and there are not many friends who can be considered as conversational rather than just asking boring questions.

What's more, a confidant and a confidant with similar interests?

It’s not because I’ve seen too few people and my vision is too narrow.

The elders in her family believed that women should have a broad vision and expand their horizons to avoid being deceived by men. Therefore, Zhu Yourong traveled to various continents very early and saw everything from talents in various places to the world.

She had seen too much, and she realized how difficult it was to be someone who was "talkable" despite all external auras.

Not to mention like-mindedness and tacit understanding of words and deeds.

As for the gentlemen and humble Confucian scholars in his sect, Zhu Yourong felt that it was not advisable to get too close to each other, and that the distance was just right.

It’s not because he thinks they are hypocritical and rigid, on the contrary, Zhu Yourong actually respects these fellow disciples very much.

But because... it's not interesting enough.

If I had to ask Zhu Yourong, what was the interest in her eyes?

In fact, many people have asked her this question overtly and covertly, of course, in a different way.

For example, she once made tea and discussed Taoism with a Confucian gentleman from a place famous in several continents. When Zhu Yourong was about to stand up and leave, this gentleman with a well-known good temper suddenly said:

"Brother Wei Rui, why do you enjoy mountains but not water?"

Zhu Yourong knew that these problems were essentially the same.

If the clouds are clear and the wind is gentle, the view is wide and the scenery is just right, she likes to point to the row of green mountains in the distance and say with a smile:

The unevenness is interesting, the different heights of the green hills are charming, but if they are uniform, no matter how steep and majestic the green hills are, they will be dull and boring, making her uninterested in climbing.

And if his interest wanes, Zhu Yourong will also pick up a pen and 'draw' a few words on the paper, and then he can happily point to these words that are very different in size and say something seriously.

‘That’s what’s fun’.

However, although Zhu Yourong has no interest in refined gentlemen, his disciples who like stern faces seem to like to interact with gentlemen in a strict manner. On the contrary, he is now her temporary husband and asks her to dig a hole to bury the ruler in front of her eyes.

Men, I don’t like it.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yourong smiled.

I don't think there's anything wrong with her, her family is actually quite cute.

As for Zhu Yourong, the reason why Zhao Rong's senses are so dark is of course...

This is her disciple. No matter what, she feels good about it. Zhu Yourong feels confident about this kind of double standard.

It is estimated that if Zhao Rong heard this, he would nod his head and sincerely agree, saying, "You have the final say."

All, say one thousand, speak ten thousand.

For Zhu Yourong, the most important thing is the word "interest".

For example, at this moment, she feels that calligraphy is the most interesting thing in the world.

In addition to writing, preaching and teaching is also a hobby.

And like just now, it is a new pleasure to hit Zhao Ziyu and listen to him grit his teeth and call out "teacher" in a duplicity.

so.

More than a month ago, under the early sun at noon, I saw the character Zhao Rong for the first time.

Trembling of the heartstrings.

Half a month ago, at an unknown intersection on the way to Lanzhoudu for class, I met Zhao Rong, who called himself "Lin Wenruo". He looked serious and boasted that he was flawless and liked to eat soft food.

She tried hard to suppress her smile and sullen face.

Also, Zhu Yourong has thought about Zhao Rong's expressionless face and panicked steps again and again after he was out of reach of her.

No matter what she is doing, she will smile suddenly, or murmur a few words, and continue to work with a smile;

Or stop moving, hold your chin up, and stay in a daze for a while, with your lips curling up even more.

Even not long ago, when Zhu Yourong was writing by the west window, he noticed the shaking light and shadow, frowned and raised his head, and then his face bathed in the morning light came into view.

The surprise of ordinary life suddenly blooming and...the little panic of having a woman's privacy revealed to him.

All these, in this woman who likes to wear a Confucian shirt but only wears a small bellyband instead of a cloth corset, the taste in her heart and the taste in aftertaste, she feels, will never be

Not enough to treat outsiders.

Therefore, Jingzi and the others are not aware of these "interests" in ordinary life in Zhu Yourong's eyes. Instead, they feel that... Mr. is too quick.

And these days, Zhu Yourong and Zhao Rong spend some time together.

Some strange tacit understanding for no apparent reason.

Or when everyone is present, he and she look at each other happily in the crowd, raise their heads, and make eye contact.

Or some of each other's small actions and details, only the other party can see through it at a glance. She blushed, he pursed his thin lips, but others were still confused, or even didn't notice it at all.

Or just like after Jingzi closed the door and ran away, the two looked at each other in silence, but the silence was louder than the sound. She knew that he was angry, and she also roughly knew what kind of anger he was. It was not that he was beaten, but that she was not.

Explain the misunderstanding to the little girl out loud.

Zhu Yourong knew it, she knew it, and Ziyu knew it too. It was as if the two of them were connected by a lake in their hearts. The water in the lake was pouring, the heights were the same, the surface of the lake was rippling, covered with the same wave of light, and flowing with the same flash of color.

The heart is known without words.

In front of the desk next to the west window, the woman in Confucian shirt was in a trance.

It turns out that this is a close friend who has a tacit understanding. As long as I bite my lip and give it a glance, as long as I roll up my sleeves and write down a word, as long as I lower my eyebrows without saying a word, he can see the happiness in my heart, but...

At this time, Zhu Yourong was bending over, lowering his head and eyes, facing the table, as if he was carefully reading the words Zhao Rong was writing on the table.

But at a certain moment, her beautiful face blinked again, as if she had regained consciousness slightly, and with a pair of willow eyes, she couldn't help but glance at the focused expression of the man next to her.

It's just that this guy seems to be a little different from what I imagined. Sometimes he is not serious at all and likes to peek over there; sometimes he is extremely serious, like now, he doesn't even look at me, the teacher...

The soulmate mentioned in the book is even stranger, but it also seems... more interesting.

Phew, he is so stupid.

But the calligraphy is really beautiful...

When a woman in a scholar's shirt was wandering around because she had found a soulmate, on the other side of the table, a thin palm quietly reached out and grabbed an ancient book on unofficial history that had been placed on the table casually by the owner of the palm after entering the door.

.

The book in the palm of my hand was rolled up.

Then, one lift and one drop.

boom!
To be continued...