When Liu Shi said goodbye to his classmates and returned home from Fengluzhai, it was already nearly noon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Originally, Wang Qizhen saw that the time was not early, and he wanted to invite everyone to lunch, but Liu Zhiji hung at home and refused with a smile.

Seeing this, other classmates also proposed that they had something at home and would reunite another day.

Regardless of whether you win or lose, you have to talk to your family in person.

And the party dispersed, and went back to their homes.

After passing through a few streets and alleys, I saw the entrance of Sancai Lane from a distance, which was deserted.

Yuanbao remembered that at the end of the township test two days ago, someone from every household in Sancai Lane poked his head out to see the demeanor of the future Xie Yuangong, and said words of congratulations affectionately, and couldn't help but feel sad.

Liu Zhi's fast and steady pace also slowed down, and he smiled bitterly in his heart, is this the cowardice of homesickness.

"Third master," Yuan Bao shouted, opening his mouth to comfort Liu Zhi, but he didn't know how to speak, and for a while, in Liu Zhi's inquiring eyes, he said sneeringly, "We're almost home." ”

yes, it's almost home.

It's time to face the storm.

Liu Zhi had a headache.

Of course, Liu Shi was disappointed about falling off the list, but it did not reach the point of "seeing Jiangdong's father and elders again". Growing up in the neglect of his family, Liu Shi has become accustomed to being tenacious and doing his best, facing all the neglect and even ridicule.

However, he is not alone now, he still has Peng Jin, and their children.

If he falls off the list, will Peng Jin be disappointed and sad? What will others do to them?

As long as Liu Shi thought of the scene of Peng Jin holding his stomach and curling in a corner and crying in the midst of everyone's cynicism and ridicule, he was inexplicably upset and had a headache, and he couldn't bear pity.

Perhaps, Peng Jin will no longer cry when something happens?

Thinking of Peng Jin's performance in the past few days, which was very different from the past, independent and tenacious, Liu Zhi felt a little relieved.

Motherhood is strong, good!

However, if the child in her belly is blamed and despised by others because she is off the list, will Peng Jin be even more devastated?

Liu Zhi thought about it again, only to feel full of sorrow, and his heart was full of sorrow.

Liu Shi walked through the deserted Sancai Alley with anxiety and sorrow, stepped into the gate of the Bofu, and went all the way to the Yicui Courtyard in the greetings of the gatekeeper Wang Pingping's subordinates, whether they were pitying, or contemptuous, or watching jokes.

Liu Zhi stopped, looking at the half-hidden courtyard gate, his heart was anxious, and there was a trace of timidity, he was afraid to return to the sad and lifeless Yicui Courtyard before.

After only two days of work, Liu Shi has become accustomed to being vibrant, jubilant, and everything is orderly.

Is this "from thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift"?

Liu Zhi laughed at himself.

"The third master is back!"

While he was hesitating, Liu's mother, who was guarding the door, turned out from behind the door and greeted her with a smile as usual.

Liu Shi paused, only then did he find himself, stabilize his mind, nodded with a smile in response, raised his footsteps, and stepped into the courtyard gate, quite a bit of "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone and will not return".

However, as soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, Liu Zhi was stunned.

It's business as usual!

The maids looked as respectful as ever, each doing their own work, busy and orderly.

The courtyard was peaceful and quiet.

There may be a slight difference, everyone seems to be tense nerves, like soldiers who are ready to fight the enemy, as long as the main general gives an order, they immediately rush to the enemy, fight for their lives, but seek a victory.

Liu Shi stopped, stood in the middle of the courtyard, looked around, and couldn't believe it for a while.

Along the way, whether it is the people he met by chance in Sancai Alley or the people in the house, there are some contempts caused by his failure.

"The third master is back." Yunmist, who was coming out of the study, saw Liu Shi and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

Liu Zhi reined in his mind and asked with a little eagerness, "What about grandma?" ”

"Grandma is in the study." Yunwu responded happily, and he couldn't see the sadness caused by Liu Shi's fall.

When Peng Jin heard this, he walked out of the study slowly, leaned against the door and said with a smile: "Today, I suddenly remembered my father and eldest brother, so I came to the study to write them a letter and say a few words of greeting." ”

Liu Zhi greeted him with a smile and said, "Is it written?" If I didn't write it well, I would write a few sentences in a while to greet my father-in-law and eldest brother. ”

Peng Jin turned sideways and let Liu Zhi in, and then he followed, and said with a smile: "I didn't write it well." I haven't picked up a pen for a long time, and the words are rusty. No, I've been practicing calligraphy all morning! lest my father and eldest brother see the letter and laugh at me! ”

Liu Shi smiled and turned around: "How come?" Your hairpin is elegantly and beautifully written, and it is quite famous in the boudoir of the capital. Zichun said, once Wang Meiren in the palace also mentioned your words, saying that there was a chance to let Zichun send a few pieces of your words in, and I wanted to have a discussion with you! ”

The palace is the most complicated and treacherous, sending his own calligraphy and paintings to the palace, that is, handing the handle of the knife to others, and the tip of the knife is aimed at himself.

Therefore, when Liu Shi heard Wang Qizhen's words, he smiled and shirked: "There are many female officials in the palace who work in calligraphy. Your sister-in-law can't compare to them. ”

Wang Qizhen just mentioned it casually, and when he heard the words, he changed the topic and stopped mentioning the matter.

After a pause, Liu Shi explained again: "Zichun is my classmate Wang Qizhen in Guozijian, the son of the imperial merchant Wang family. Wang Meiren is his sister in the clan, and she has been in the palace for two years. ”

In the past, Peng Jin always wrapped herself in a thick shell, and if she didn't come out, others couldn't get in. Therefore, Liu Shi did not mention to her that he had friends and personal contacts.

Peng Jin nodded with a smile and said, "Where can I compare with the lady in the palace." It's just that the handwriting is neater. ”

Peng Jin's words are not humble.

The original owner's hairpin is indeed very well written, dignified and elegant, round and beautiful, and self-contained.

But that's just the original owner's skill.

As a pure modern person, Peng Jin writes hard pen words from the moment he holds the pen. Although while taking over the original owner's body, Peng Jin also took over the memory and skills of the original owner, but in the end it is not his own thing, he has not been run-in, and his hands are very raw, but he can barely write squarely and neatly.

Liu Shi originally wanted to say that Peng Jin didn't have to be too humble and self-indulgent, but when his eyes touched the words on the bookcase, the words were immediately swallowed.

The square and neat handwriting is indeed far less elegant and beautiful than the flowers in the past.

Liu Shi still remembers that when he was newly married, Peng Jin held a sheep's hair in his hand and calmly gave flowers all the way on the rice paper. Perhaps only then was Peng Jin confident and calm, and no longer humble and cowardly.

Liu Zhi was puzzled, could it really be that his hands were born to this point?

However, when he saw the eight big characters repeatedly written on the thick stack of rice paper, Liu Shi suddenly threw this senseless confusion out of the clouds.

Hardships and hardships, Yuru is successful!

The eight big characters unfolded in thick ink stand quietly on the rice paper, which is particularly vigorous and powerful!