"You didn't bind your feet?"

Fang Yanqing heard the other party's words, lowered his head, looked at the hem of his skirt, looked up at Doro again, pursed his lips, and asked, "Well, so what?"

"Nothing, just casually. Doro shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his room.

Strange, isn't it strange that you don't have your feet tied? Fang Yanqing looked at his feet, and then at Qing Yatou's feet.

"Girl, what's wrong?" Qing Yatou asked when she saw Fang Yanqing looking at her, and tilted her head in confusion.

"Isn't it unusual not to bind your feet?" Fang Yanqing asked after glancing at the door that opened and closed.

"This, because I am a slave maid, and I have to serve the people as soon as I come out, so I don't bind my feet," Qing Yatou said, getting closer to Fang Yan Qing, and tilting her umbrella towards Fang Yan Qing, "But I heard my mother say that she said that girls from big families are bound to their feet, you see, my wife and the jade girl are entangled." ”

"But my sister-in-law didn't pester. Fang Yanqing suddenly thought of Liu Yunfang, walked through the courtyard door, stepped on the steps and walked to the door of the house, "There is also Ranran, she is not entangled." ”

"Because the young grandmother is not a lady, if it weren't for the blessing of the eight characters, she would either marry a farmer, or marry someone who will remember anything, she must be very tired, this kind of nature will not entangle her little feet," Qing Yatou pushed the door of the house open, and said, "Whether this foot is wrapped or not, it has a lot to do with who she marries in the future, Miss Ranran..." ”

Fang Yanqing listened to Qing Yatou's words and nodded, "I didn't know that this foot-binding also has such a great knowledge." Fang Yanqing sat on the chair and supported his chin with his hand, "Originally, I also had to bind my feet, but my father said that if I don't wrap up, I won't wrap it." After speaking, he put his hand down again, "I heard that the foot binding hurts a lot, and I was worried about it for a long time." ”

"The girl's father must have been a wonderful man. Qing Yatou said, went to the closet in the back room to get a shawl, and draped it on Fang Yanqing's shoulders, "Although the summer is hot, the rain can wash away some heat, but it is also susceptible to wind cold, now let's put the shawl on." ”

"It's just drizzle. Fang Yanqing said this, but still put the shawl on his body.

That guy named Doro actually wore a Western outfit, which was interesting, and it was also one of Pan Yuxiu's goals, but looking at the young master's impatient look, Pan Yuxiu didn't know where to start.

Unwrapped the book that Zhou Dong gave him, there was a literacy book inside, and after a cursory flip, it was probably some ancient poetry selections, as well as nursery rhymes, and there were pictures. There are a few sheets of paper next to it for lesson preparation, the yellow paper is still a little thick, and there are brown lines next to it, which are marked in Western for Maria Elementary School, which should be the teaching content of a class.

"Xiaoqing, you can help me get a pen and paper in the drawer. Fang Yanqing opened his mouth and said, the preparation of this lesson is clearly organized, and after a cursory look, I probably understand it, and now I imitate her rhythm and come out, let's try to understand how much I understand.

"In the drawer?" said she shook her head, "Why in the drawer? Shouldn't it be a brush on the desk?"

Fang Yanqing shook his head, "It's in a drawer." ”

Qing Yatou opened the drawer, which was covered with some waste paper, some dried flowers, and unfinished cloth, "Girl, I didn't say you, your drawer is in a mess." One hand took out the other miscellaneous items, and the other reached into the drawer, and felt the paper pressed underneath, and felt something like a small wooden stick, cold and cold.

"Girl, is this it?" the girl took it out, held it in the air, and asked Fang Yanqing.

"Yes. ”

The girl reached out and closed the drawer, took the paper and pen and put it on the table, "Girl, is this a pen?"

"Yes, it's a fountain pen. Fang Yanqing opened the lid of the pen, scratched it on the paper, and suddenly thought that he hadn't added ink yet, and looked up at Qing Yatou, "I seem to have a bottle of ink in my box, I'll go get it." ”

"I'll go get it. Qing Yatou hurriedly stopped Fang Yanqing, who was about to get up, "I know where the box is, I'll go get it, the girl will read the book first." ”

Fang Yanqing nodded, watched the girl walk into the room, and turned to the first lesson of the textbook, 'Red Flowers Bloom', on which a vase was drawn, with two flower branches inserted in it, and it was written, 'Red flowers bloom, white flowers bloom, red flowers and white flowers bloom.' ’

First set a teaching goal, literacy, and then write a few questions to ask during the teaching process, how to tell a story with several children. Although there are only five children, Zhou Dong's serious attitude has also driven himself.

The inkwell was placed on the table, "Girl, is this it?"

"Well, that's it, thank you. Fang Yanqing said, unscrewing the cap of the half-bottle ink bottle, sucking the ink on the pen, pressing the paper, and imitating the above regulations to start some lesson plans.

The girl was about to sit down, when she suddenly saw a piece of paper covered on the ground, bent over, and picked up the paper on the ground, "Girl, did you accidentally fall on the ground?" ”

"Huh?" Fang Yanqing raised his head, looked at the paper in Qing Yatou's hand, and reached out to take it, maybe it was accidentally dropped when he opened it, the paper was also yellow, but it was different from the one in his hand, and only one sentence was written on it.

'Helplessly, the flowers in the dream are not penetrating. ’

The yellow paper is also printed with pine trees, the handwriting is powerful, and the twists and turns are moderate, but the end of the last word is dragged. Although the stroke was dragged, it didn't look abrupt, but there was a kind of beauty that could be designed. Fang Yanqing looked at the words on the paper, blinked, hurriedly stood up, put the pen on the table, and walked into the room.

Qing Yatou looked at Fang Yanqing's movements, and didn't know what was wrong, so she hurriedly followed. There were many hollowed-out flowers carved on the mahogany carved bed, and Fang Yanqing half-knelt on the bed, reaching out and taking out a small cloth bag from between the tent and the wood carving.

Spread out the cloth outside, there were some envelopes inside, Qing Yatou looked at Fang Yanqing's panicked look, compared the paper in the envelope with the paper in her hand, stared at the paper with her eyes, looked at it for a while before putting it down, looked at Qing Yatou with a blank face, and said, "My head is a little dizzy now." ”

"What's the matter? Is there anything special about this paper?" Qing Yatou leaned slightly and looked at the two pieces of paper in Fang Yanqing's hand, both of which were yellow and had pine trees printed on them.

This is the same kind of paper, although this kind of paper is not particularly rare, but it is also rare, Fang Yanqing has never seen it in Rongcheng, I remember that I once asked the little gentleman who had been in contact with him by letter, he said that he preferred to pay attention to these, so he went to buy paper printed with pine trees, the previous workshop did not make such paper, and he also spent a lot of money, promising to buy everything that could not be sold, so that the boss in the workshop agreed.

Could it be that the little gentleman who has been chatting with him is Zhou Dong? I and the one who broke off the letter soon found Zhou Dong's bookstore, and this timeline seems to be a bit coincidental, and I can't help but think about things together. Fang Yanqing shook his head and folded the letter paper in his hand, he can't think about this by himself, if it is really Zhou Dong, it doesn't make sense, after all, he often buys books there, he doesn't show any doubt, this paper may also be what he happened to buy.

Even if it happens to be a piece of paper, then what to do may even be similar to the words, and the appearance of dragging a stroke at the end is clearly the handwriting of that person.

Qing girl looked at Fang Yanqing's distressed look, and then saw the paper in Fang Yanqing's hand, guessed about half a point, and said, "Does the girl think that she may have met her benefactor?"

Fang Yanqing looked at the girl, saying that it was not bad to be a benefactor, that person had really helped him so much, and nodded, "I thought I would never have an intersection with him again, but I didn't expect to see his words again." ”

"The girl suspects that it's Young Master Zhou?"

Fang Yanqing shook his head, "It shouldn't be him, if it's him, I often buy books for more than a year, he shouldn't be so indifferent, I should also be aware of it." ”

Qing Yatou looked at the words on it, squinted her eyes, and frowned, "Girl, I seem to have seen this word." ”

"Have you seen it?" Fang Yanqing just wrapped the book letter cloth, and heard the words of the Qing girl, her eyes widened slightly, the Qing girl had seen it, that should be the most recent thing, she shouldn't be able to see any handwriting when she serves herself on weekdays, it can only be... Fang Yanqing suddenly had an outline in his heart, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"Probably not, although the words are different, but they are very similar. Qing girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then clapped her hands, "I thought of it, Young Master Wei wrote like this that day." ”

The sound of the rain suddenly disturbed my thoughts.

The night was about to fall, Fang Yanqing looked at the light gauze cover on the bedside, blinked, and the girl reached out next to her to untie the curtain, loosened the light yarn, blew out the oil lamp, and only went out with it. Wei Chao, Yenching University, the Literary Society has a little intersection with himself, he has read what he wrote, his father is the president of the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce, and his uncle and aunt are either big officials or married to the prince, and people like him can help him persuade the county prince to take the soldiers to save his mother and grandmother, it seems that it is not a difficult thing.

It's just that I'm still a little unsure in my heart, so I'm going to ask Ran Ran secretly tomorrow, and ask her if the words on this paper are Wei Chao's handwriting, if not, then forget it, if it is.... If so, how should I face Wei Chao.

It's a real headache, he should have recognized himself from the beginning, and he pretended not to know anything, didn't he deliberately pretend not to know himself?

This annoyance is the most annoying when only half of it is solved, and the remaining half is like a fish in the throat, and it has been responding to itself, closing his eyes, trying to persuade himself to sleep first, and nothing to talk about tomorrow, and he still needs to cheer up to deal with it wholeheartedly.