On the door of the study hangs a green Hunan bamboo curtain, although it is an old thing, but the curtain color is still green, and because it contains the imprint of time, there is more and more a kind of warm luster, like a cluster of bamboo hanging on the door.

Huan Zicheng stared at the Hunan curtain, and the cool breeze penetrated through the cracks of the fine bamboo pieces, stirring his sleeves and blowing up a lock of hair that fell from his sideburns.

It didn't take long for a delicate figure to appear on the side of the Hunan curtain, and with a burst of light footsteps, the figure on the side of the curtain shook, and the Hunan curtain was picked open, revealing the beautiful and delicate face of Huan Thirteen Niang.

"The eldest brother is here. After dinner, I walked so far, Ah Hao didn't disturb the eldest brother, right?" she said softly, her crisp words were kind, and her smiling face bloomed like a spring flower.

"It didn't bother me. Huan Zicheng said concisely, and on his cold face, there was a rare amount of gentleness, and his voice was a little undulating.

However, his eyes were still extremely cold, like an ancient well without waves. After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the side, and spat out a word from his lips: "Sit"

This attitude can be called cold, but Thirteen Niang seemed to be very happy, smiled and thanked her, and stepped forward to sit on the armchair designated by Huan Zicheng, while looking around curiously.

If this kind of scrutiny is done by others, I am afraid that it will give people a sense of peeping, but her face is full of innocence, so this scrambling action is also a little childish.

"It's so fragrant, is the eldest brother writing?" After looking around for a while, Thirteen Niang asked with a smile.

Huan Zicheng returned to his original position and sat down, facing her across the desk, with one hand casually on the side of the desk, and said "um", which was an answer.

Except for this sound, there is no more word.

Thirteen Niang didn't care, her curious eyes stopped on the big bookshelf behind him, her eyes showed a look of longing, hesitated for a moment, then smiled lightly and swept her sideburns, and her voice was also fine: "Eldest brother, there are so many books here." ”

Huan Zicheng let out a faint "hmm", was silent for a moment, then stood up from his seat, and nodded to her slightly abruptly: "Less accompaniment." ”

After saying this, he stretched out the sleeves of his robe, and walked straight to the west room, as if he was going to deal with something, but he actually hung Thirteen Niang in the room like this.

Thirteen Niang looked at him in surprise, obviously very puzzled by his sudden move.

Huan Zicheng went, and he was delayed for a while in the west, and he didn't know what he was doing. After about half a cup of tea, there was a noise in the room, followed by unhurried footsteps, which sounded like they were coming from the west.

After a few breaths, Huan Zicheng's slender figure finally appeared at the door of the West Room.

"It's been a long time. He said softly to Thirteen Niang, who was still sitting in the same place, flicked his sleeves, and slowly sat back next to the bookcase, separated from Thirteen Niang by a wide bookcase, without any concern or words.

He didn't even say a word of explanation.

The thick smile that Thirteen Niang had originally piled up on her face froze.

At that moment, her expression was very embarrassed.

Huan Zicheng sat in a chair as if he hadn't seen it at all, his face expressionless.

"Eldest brother...... There are a lot of books here, can you tell Ah Hao what books they have?" After a long time, Thirteen Niang finally seemed to have mustered up enough courage, looked at Huan Zicheng expectantly, and said softly.

She was answered with only a monosyllabic "hmm", followed by a long silence.

This is not a reply to the answer at all, and it finally made the expectation on Thirteen Niang's face fade little by little.

Disappointment welled up between her brows, and then turned embarrassed again, and her beautiful little face gradually turned red and turned pale.

The room fell silent, as if there was no one at all.

Thirteen Niang slowly lowered her head, and a wounded expression appeared on her lowered face.

At that moment, the bright smile disappeared from her eyes, and the brilliance in her eyes was also scattered after that "hmm".

She hung her head, and her delicate fingers subconsciously stroked the hem of her skirt, as if to smooth out the hibiscus grass pattern embroidered on the skirt.

Several times, she looked up at Huan Zicheng and opened her mouth as if to speak.

However, Huan Zicheng's face was cold and detached, even if the two were only separated by a bookcase, he felt like he was thousands of miles away.

The loss on Thirteen Niang's face gradually turned into bitterness.

She bit her lip, tears welled up in her eyes, and the hand that stroked the hem of her skirt trembled slightly, almost as if she was subconsciously spasming, and soon, this trembling spread all over her body.

And Huan Zicheng always sat in the same place, looking at the paperweight on the case with a flat eye, and looked at the sadness and even sadness of Thirteen Niang, as if he had not seen it.

In the midst of the extreme depression in this room, the curtain of the door suddenly lifted, and a breeze followed, blowing the pages on the cases upward.

"Lang Jun, the tea is here. Yanqin walked in with the tea tray, and her voice was as clear as ever.

Huan Zicheng was silent, and only nodded his chin to the case.

Yanqin stepped forward with a smile, placed the tea tray and tea cup, and served tea for the two of them, while laughing at Thirteen Niang: "This is the mandarin tea that girls love to drink." Last time, the girl coughed a few times here, and Lang Jun explained that the girl will come in the future, as long as we serve this kind of tea. Lang Jun also said that this tea is clear and moistens the throat, but it can stop coughing......"

He babbled and filled their teacups, as if oblivious to the coldness of the atmosphere in the room.

However, Thirteen Niang's originally gloomy face, after listening to his words, was radiant again.

"Thank you, brother. She happily picked up the teacup, bent her eyes and took a sip of tea, and then smiled and praised: "It's really delicious, sweet and refreshing." My eldest brother treats me so well. ”

The cheerful and agile voice, the cold and silent study seemed to fly a flock of birds with crisp chirping, and the originally somewhat dark room became a little more lively because of this voice.

And Huan Zicheng was still expressionless.

He raised his hand to pick up the teacup, took a shallow sip of tea, and his every move was elegant and picturesque, which almost fascinated the audience.

Thirteen Niang looked at his actions, as if she was a little stupid, and after a while, she covered her lips and smiled: "Eldest brother Yawang is very, he really deserves the name of Qinghuan." ”

"The thirteenth sister is overrated. Huan Zicheng finally spit out a whole sentence, but it was only six words.

As she watched from the sidelines, her brow furrowed into a pimple.

After rolling his eyes, he took two steps forward, approached Huan Zicheng and said with a smile: "Lang Jun, Sister-in-law Zhao just made a fresh dim sum, Lang Jun sees if you want to ...... it."

"Noise. Huan Zicheng glanced at him lightly and raised his hand: "Go down." ”

Burning Qin's mouth suddenly pouted.

"Lang Jun......" He dragged his throat and called out, while blinking desperately and soaking his lips, giving Huan Zicheng a look.