Just after March, Song Han, who was busy inspecting spring ploughing, received a letter from Mrs. Lu in the capital.

The letter first stated that Lu Yixuan began to get sick after returning to Beijing, and his body never got better, so his grandfather Lu Batian couldn't bear to drive this naughty baby grandson out of the capital again, and asked Mrs. Lu to take him to express his gratitude to Song Han At the same time, he said that if Song Han returned to Beijing in the future, he must go to him for a drink, and when the time comes, he, the Marquis of Fuyang, who has drunk all over the barracks, must be drunk with Song Han for three days and three nights.

After reading the letter, Song Han, after worrying about his chief disciple for a long time, only shook his head and smiled bitterly, just because he used to get drunk day and night for a whole year, but now he has become a person who does not drink at all.

And Song Rumu, who knew the news, didn't feel at ease about anything else, only thinking that the big bear Lu Yixuan was sick, and he didn't know how serious it was, so that the former iron-blooded hero Lu Batian couldn't bear it.

But let Song Han and Song Rumu worry no more, since then, there has been no letter from the capital, so it is impossible for them to know Lu Yixuan's situation.

In this way, more than half a year of worrying days, once when Song Han went to Hangzhou to report to the prefect about the livelihood of Fuyang, he learned from the prefect who had just returned to Hangzhou from the capital that Lu Yixuan was indeed really sick, and outsiders did not know what kind of illness he had, but he only faintly heard that he had what kind of flower, and he still can't see the wind.

So Song Han, who only said that it was a child giving birth to flowers, although it was dangerous, but it should be fine in a few days, after returning to Fuyang, he only told a pair of children that their brother Xuan was fine, so they didn't have to worry anymore.

After another year, Song Rumu, who was already six years old, found that although the child's memory was very good, the forgetfulness was even better.

Because after Lu Yixuan, who had only been with Lu Yixuan for a few months at first, left, Song Nianzhi, who had never forgotten him, asked almost every day when his brother Xuan would come back, and later knew that Lu Yixuan was sick, so he changed to ask, "When will Brother Xuan get better?" ”。

And today, if you mention Lu Yixuan to Song Nianzhi, who is more than five years old, he will only widen his eyes and say, "Oh, that brother! ”。

Song Rumu, who was sitting with Mama Song under the eaves, could only secretly sigh when she thought of these changes, and the child was the most innocent and ruthless, I don't know if Lu Yixuan, who was once seriously ill, would also be ruthless by such a child's nature? Forget their sister and brother, forget his teacher Song Han, and everyone who has been bullied by him.

The pain from the "hiss" hand made Song Rumu come back to her senses from her reverie, and while she couldn't help but cry, she saw that the fingertips that were pierced by the embroidery needle slowly oozing out a small bead of blood, like the red mole in the center of her eyebrows, red and round.

And Mama Song, who was teaching Song Rumu Nuhong on the side, was shocked to see Song Rumu looking at the blood beads in her hands in a daze after hearing the sound of pain, thinking that the child in front of her must have been frightened by blood. So Mama Song, who was a little distressed, hurriedly put down the needle and thread in her hand, scooped Song Rumu's little hand, put the bloody little hand into her mouth, and gently sucked it.

Song Rumu, who pursed her lips and looked at this scene, especially the fingers that were held in Mama Song's mouth, the bursts of numbness that inevitably came from her mouth magically replaced the previous pain.

Looking at the extra wrinkles on Mama's face, Song Rumu reached out to smooth out the traces of those years, but when her fingers touched the biggest age spot, her heart suddenly throbbed, how could she bear to let the elderly Mama Song worry about her, so Song Rumu smiled sweetly the next moment: "Mama is not in a hurry, Mu'er is not in pain!" ”

After sucking the small blood beads, Mama Song straightened up and glanced at Song Rumu, and sighed: "Alas~ Silly girl, don't calm Mama's heart, the needle is pierced in the ground, can it not hurt?" ”

"Mama...... It really doesn't hurt! Seeing that Mama Song put her little hand far away, squinting and wanting to inspect the wound, Song Rumu had no choice but to withdraw her hand, picked up the embroidery that was resting next to her, and smiled at Mama Song and said, "Mama look, Mu'er can continue to embroider, it really doesn't hurt at all." ”。

But when she saw the crooked little flowers embroidered by herself, Song Rumu looked at Mama Song with a smile, and saw that Mama Song was also pursed and smiled, so she had to smile embarrassedly: "Mama......."

"Ghost girl, are you not afraid of pain? But it's okay, this can be regarded as a matter of eating a trench and growing wise, this time it hurts, next time you dare to wander? This embroidery also has to be concentrated, in the past six months, your father has often praised you for your good handwriting? If you think about the heart you use when you write, this embroidery will not be difficult. I think that when Mama and you learned embroidery at this age, no one told Mama these big truths, only to the deputy embroidery pattern to let the embroidery. There is no trick, the needle is a pair of small hands full of hand bags, sometimes sleep at night can wake up painfully, wake up and cry, cry to be lazy, but lazy embroidery is not good to be beaten by the master, after the fight is not obedient to follow the embroidery! Alas~ Bibi Mama back then, Xiao Mu'er was already much better, after all, you have only been learning for a few days, you can embroider a look, Mama is happy for you, I can't complain that your father always praises you, and this Mama also wants to praise Xiao Mu'er! Before seeing the girl who never asked herself to be distracted, Mama Song blushed and hid the "embroidered Zhengzi", and it was not good to say more, she only thought of her past back then, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Mama ......" After Mama Song said this, Song Rumu couldn't help frowning and thought that she, a child with independent consciousness, would be pierced, and that little girl who was only five or six years old would definitely not be able to avoid being pricked by needles. What's more, it hurts a lot when she her, how painful it would be if she was like Mama Song back then?

Seeing that Song Rumu listened to her words, the little face that seemed to hurt her body and wrinkled tightly made Song Mama feel uncomfortable, touched Song Rumu's long hair that was about to reach her waist, and said with a smile: "Hehe...... Mama's little Mu'er is not afraid, those were all a long time ago, if it weren't for you being pierced today, Mama is afraid that she won't be able to remember. ”

"Well, Mu'er is not afraid, Mu'er just thought that even if she was pricked by a needle, there was also a grandmother, how could Mu'er be afraid?" After Song Rumu finished speaking, she stretched out her little tongue, in fact, she wanted to say, "Mama is so pitiful", but she was afraid that this would make Mama sad, so she changed it to the current words.

Mama Song, who was full of kindness on her face, smiled like a flower blooming bird because of Song Rumu's words.

Later, Song Rumu remembered that since Song Han had commented on her words in the study last time, she had abandoned her lazy and careful eyes in the past, and only practiced with Song Nian every day. It wasn't until later that she discovered the joy of it, that is, whenever she was fully immersed in the world of calligraphy, she would forget everything around her, and the whole world at that time was unusually quiet for her, and her heart, which had gone through two lifetimes but was still a little confused, was as quiet as the surface of a waveless lake, clear and clear.

With such a state of heart like no wave lake, there was only Song Mama who said that Song Han praised her for her good words, so Song Rumu completely immersed herself in the state of mind when practicing calligraphy, and embroidered the patterns on her hands wholeheartedly, no longer thinking about Lu Yixuan in the capital, not thinking about Song Nianzhi who was reciting in the study at this time, only Song Nianzhi had drawn this embroidery pattern a few days ago, and the embroidery needle in her hand became a pen when writing, and the embroidery thread became a drop of ink, slowly depicting beautiful flowers on the snow-white cloth.

When Song Rumu came out of this state of mind, she found that Song Han, who didn't know when she arrived, was looking at her and smiling with Mama Song, and there was praise and relief in that smile, and more appreciation.

"Daddy is so annoying, he doesn't talk when he comes." Song Rumu was sorry that she didn't find out about Song Han's arrival, and she apologized for Song Han coming and didn't call herself, got up and walked in front of Song Han and complained coquettishly.

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