Ning Shao's face turned the color of pig liver, a sense of humiliation that he had never experienced before almost overwhelmed him, whether it was in talent or knowledge, there had never been such a person who humiliated him, he had always been the proud son of heaven, the one who stood at the top of the pile of students. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhao Shanchang saw him standing still, and threw the messy red rope in his hand to Dong Dong, "What is it?" It's so hard, you smooth her out and then play. ”

Turning his head and saying to Ning Shao with a cold face, "If you don't go back to study, do you want to have lunch here with the old man?" ”

Ning Shao didn't dare to resist him, so he could only retire with a red face.

Seeing that the eldest brother was gone, he stopped the little fat hand holding the rope, and his eyes were full of accusations, "Uncle Shi, I don't like you anymore, you are too fierce to the eldest brother!" ”

Zhao Shanchang flicked her little brain, "What do you know?" I'm good to him, he's just that everyone feels too sorry for him, spoiled! I can only become a great talent in this way, and he can only become a small sapling like in the past, do you understand? ”

Dong Dong shook his head, he really didn't understand.

Three days later, the article handed in by Ning Shao was thrown back by him again, and this time the comment was even more vicious, "Is the cage too high to jump out?" ”

Ning Shao worked hard for three days, he didn't sleep much, his eyes were red, so he only got such a comment, and his competitiveness rose suddenly, and without waiting for his instructions, he picked up the article himself, "I'll go back and rewrite it, and I'll send it back in three days." ”

Zhao Shanchang looked at his stubborn back and smiled, boy, a little progress.

When Ning Shao's article was handed in for the fifth time, Zhao Shanchang nodded, "What I wrote this time still has a little taste, but it is still too immature, and it has a little meaning after all." After that, he pointed out a few words to him, so that he could put down this article for the time being, and writing further in a deep way is not something that Ning Shao can achieve at his current age. Let him go back to the second chapter, or give him an article in three days.

Ning Shao wrote the article five times before he finally got a little affirmation, and he was a little unwilling in his heart, Old Man Zhao completely aroused his temper, the more he humiliated him, the more difficult the task he gave him, the more he had to complete it well, and only by putting a loud article in front of him could he win back his dignity.

Zhao Shanchang naturally understood the thoughts of a child of Ning Shao's age, he just wanted to do this, knock him down step by step who was floating in mid-air, and be down-to-earth like a man. As for the girl Dong Dong, on the contrary, he had to lift her up who was too down-to-earth, and connect a little fairy.

The intimate relationship between Ning Mu and Rulin that had been established with great difficulty faded a little, and no one else except the two of them noticed the subtle changes, they still slept in the same bed, talking as usual in front of the children of the subordinates, and only they knew what kind of pain and grievances they were experiencing in their hearts.

Ning Mu said that he didn't need Rulin's service when he slept at night, and insisted on sleeping outside the bed. At night, Rulin faced the wall and couldn't close her eyes. Ning Mu knew that she hadn't fallen asleep yet, and people who practiced martial arts were more sensitive to changes in their breath.

She hadn't slept well for two nights, and at this moment he had to put aside those obscure thoughts in his heart for a while, although such a trivial matter was insignificant compared to what Rulin had done to him in the past, his glass heart, which had long been refined into stone, was still a little broken.

What did she know? When will she be able to trust him?

Stretched out his arm to wrap his arms around her and leaned in, "Why don't you sleep yet?" Got something on your mind? ”

"Ning Mu, I miss my father." Rulin was suddenly hugged and stiffened, and then relaxed.

"I miss them too." Ning Mu said softly.

Rulin still turned her back to him, "Will they fall into your dreams?" ”

"Yes. They asked me to take good care of you. ”

Rulin closed her eyes, and tears oozed out. She knew he was coaxing her, but she knew that her parents' expectations were true, and they had always hoped that she would be well.

The two maintained this hugging posture, and Ning Mu accompanied her quietly.

"It's almost Qingming Festival, I want to go and see them, let the children go to worship too, they have never seen grandparents yet, will you go with me?" Rulin turned around, and her bright eyes looked at him, and those eyes made Ning Mu feel that if she didn't agree, it would be a great crime.

"Well, let's go over and worship them together as a family."

Rulin threw herself into his arms, like a baby turtle that had finally found its lost shell.

The annual Qingming Festival is coming again, I don't know if last year's wine master and his old man have finished drinking, and whether his wife is still nagging him. This time, the whole family has passed, and they will be overjoyed to see their grandchildren.

A family reunion must be the most beautiful thing, if you can not meet Xu Jingsheng.

Xu Jingsheng must go to Xishan to visit his master every big and small festival, and they have a great chance of encountering, he knows it, but Rulin doesn't know. He can't stop her, he doesn't have a position, he can't never go to worship his parents because he wants to avoid Xu Jingsheng, right?

It's just that this time is different, he went hand in hand with her, and sooner or later he wanted Xu Jingsheng to go up to Xishan to disgust his master.

When Zhao Shanchang learned that they were going to visit Xue Jin on Qingming Festival, he shouted, "I hurt me, take me over to see him, and the two of us will catch up with him." "Although Zhao Shanchang is an uncle, he is only a few years older than Xue Jin, and he was a half-teacher and half-friend back then. Because he traveled far and wide when he was young, and later worked as an official for a few years, he was disheartened, so he never thought of taking the initiative to contact these old people, who knew that he heard the news about him later, it was by chance, and he went into the city to listen to a few young people who ate and drank in Beijing, saying that the great Confucian Xue Jin had died! When he entered the Ning Mansion this time, he originally wanted to settle down officially, so he proposed to see him. This time it was Qingming, how could he not go?

During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and there was an annoying light rain floating in the sky, gloomy and continuous, just like Xue Rulin's mood at the moment.

In the carriage, Dongdong nestled in her arms and asked her, "Mother, who are we going to see?" ”

"Go see your grandparents, my father and mother, without them there would be no me." Rulin stroked her soft hair and said softly.

"Then how come I've never seen them?" Dongdong felt strange that her grandparents were her father's father and mother, and she could see them every day if she wanted to.

"You can see it today, they went far away, don't be afraid, they love you very much."

Dong Dong nodded obediently.

Fu Bo guarded the mountain as always, today is the Qingming Festival, he went to sweep the tomb of the old lady early in the morning, and then stood at the foot of the mountain and waited for someone to come. (To be continued.) )