Cen Huan picked out several books that seemed to be interesting, and spent all the money ** gave her on them.

But I have to say that these words are really expensive.

It is no wonder that although it is a pastime, only some girls from well-to-do families can afford it.

However, in order to cater to scholars and those rich ladies, some teahouses often ask the storyteller to tell a story.

When Cen Huan checked out, he asked: "Boss, who wrote these words?" I think I've read a lot of them, can you let them write a new story quickly?"

The boss said: "It's all written by readers in their spare time, and it's not easy to come up with these stories on weekdays, and I can't write a book for a year and a half, so the money is not so easy to earn." ”

Seeing that Cen Huan really wanted to find a book that suited her appetite, the boss talked to her a lot.

Cen Huan only then knew that it was not easy for people to write books at this time, purely handwritten, and after they were written, they would ask someone to copy the book, and it was written by hand, so compared to those modern printing machines, every book now is extremely rare.

She feels that it is still comfortable chasing novels in modern times, all kinds of novels are emerging in an endless stream, and you can see real-time ** on the Internet, so you don't have to publish.

But she did think a little bit about it, after all, she has been a bookworm for many years, she has eaten so many books, she has never eaten pork and seen pigs run away, and she doesn't have too many stories in her head, but she didn't have time before, and she just wanted to be a reader.

Now that I haven't found a writer who satisfies me, why not write it myself?

Thinking of this, Cen Huan felt that it was still feasible.

After all, there was not much entertainment in ancient times, and it was definitely not easy to live without mobile phones, computers and wifi, so you had to find a job for yourself.

She chatted with the boss a few more words, and then followed the maid back to Jifu.

In the book, it is written that the Ji family sister and brother are the owners of Baochang Ji and the first business name in Jiangnan, which means that Ji Lang is now a proper president, and she is not bad at all, she feels good in the Ji family, but I don't know what will happen to her family with this body.

After dinner, she began to read the notebook in her hand.

She was not used to having a maid by her side all the time, so she let the maid go down.

The maid came out of Cen Huan's yard, but went directly to Ji Lang's yard and reported her whereabouts all day.

Ji Lang listened, his face was calm and unwavering, and he just whispered: "It's really a very persistent dialogue book." ”

taught her to read and write, not just for her to read the book.

Thinking of her complaining about the storylines and the situation of the men in the book while reading the script, a smile suddenly flashed in Ji Lang's eyes.

"You said she used all the money to buy a script?" asked Ji Lang.

The maid replied, "When I was on the way, Miss Cen also bought some snacks, but not much, and all the others bought scripts. ”

Ji Lang said: "Let someone send her a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, let her practice writing well, don't always look at the script." ”

He felt that Cen Huan couldn't even recognize the characters, and he definitely needed to practice hard to get the calligraphy back.

The maid answered yes, and then retreated to make arrangements.

It's just that Ji Lang didn't expect that Cen Huan's calligraphy has never been practiced well, and she is reluctant to write.

Cen Huan looked at the various crooked symbols he had drawn, and he couldn't even recognize them, and then sighed deeply.

You can still guess to recognize words, but writing with a brush is embarrassing for her!

It seems that he is still 10,000 steps away from writing his own script!

She put the brush aside a little angrily and said angrily, "I won't write it." ”

The maid watched from the sidelines, she had been practicing for three days in a row, but Miss Cen had not made any progress at all, and she was embarrassed to persuade her again.

Cen Huan didn't want to write, so she took the notebook and walked out, she asked the people in the house to build a swing in the yard, the weather was still a little hot at this time, but it was very cool under the big tree.

When Ji Lang walked to the yard where she was, she saw Cen Huan sitting on the swing, leaning on the rope on one side, and putting the swing on his feet curled up, holding a book in both hands, just looking fascinated.

He walked over, came behind Cen Huan, leaned over and glanced at the book in her hand, and said, "Don't you practice calligraphy today?"

Cen Huan was looking at the script, and he didn't hear Ji Lang's voice coming over at all, and his voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and the whole person was startled.

But her whole body was sitting on the swing, she didn't react for a while, she was so frightened that she shook, she didn't grasp her balance, and fell straight down.

Ji Lang's eyes were quick, and when he saw her fall, he directly reached out and hugged her waist, and put her into his arms, just to face to face.

Smelling the fragrance on her body, and holding her waist in his hand, Ji Lang suddenly felt a little hot.

Cen Huan reacted quickly, broke free from his arms, frowned and complained: "Why don't you make a sound when you walk, and you don't say hello, I'm so scared that I almost fell." ”

Ji Lang said: "If you sit on the swing like that, it is easy to fall. ”

Cen Huan said: "If you hadn't scared me, I wouldn't have fallen at all!"

Ji Lang was expressionless, and said to the little guy behind him: "Let people dismantle this swing." ”

"No!" Cen Huan immediately stopped him, "Why do you want to demolish it?"

Ji Lang said: "This is my home, I want to demolish it." ”

Cen Huan looked at Ji Lang's expressionless appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, but he was right, this was his home, and of course he had no right to interfere.

She lowered her eyes, did not speak again, walked directly into the room, and did not speak.

The little guy behind him asked, "Young master, is this swing still dismantled?"

Ji Lang said: "Keep it first." ”

After saying this, he kept up with Cen Huan's pace.

Cen Huan returned to the room, his whole head lying on the table, looking at the script just now.

He frowned: "Didn't you learn to practice calligraphy?"

"I can't learn. Cen Huan said, "If you don't practice, it's a waste of paper and pen." ”

Ji Lang stepped forward and pulled out a few large characters from her desk, the crooked, even muddled words, he was a little puzzled, how could it be written like this.

He said, "I'll teach you." ”

Cen Huan was stunned at first, and then thought that this was indeed a good opportunity, after all, she didn't know how long she would stay here, whether she could return to the real world, and she had to learn to adapt to this world slowly.

Ji Lang is very smart, and it is written in the book that when he was in Egret Academy, he was the most favored and favorite student of the masters, so that even if he did something bad, everyone didn't believe that he did it.

Now there is a top student to guide me, this is a rare opportunity, even if my foundation is poor, I should be able to barely write words, right?

As soon as he thought of this, Cen Huan nodded and said happily: "Okay!"

It's as if she wasn't the one who sulked just now because of the swing thing.

Ji Lang smiled, this temperament became too fast.

He asked Cen Huan to write two words first, looking for the reason, but if she didn't look at it, she didn't even know that the posture of holding the pen was wrong, not to mention that her strength fluctuated, and the font was written as she wanted.

As soon as he wrote a word, Cen Huan's hand was grabbed by Ji Lang: "It's not like this to hold the pen, it's like this." ”

As he spoke, he took out the pen in her hand, slowly corrected her posture, and then held her hand like this, and wrote the words "Cen Huan" on the paper.

"Try it yourself. Ji Lang let go and said.

Cen Huan nodded, maintained this posture of holding the pen, and then wrote her name on the paper, this time it was really better than her previous one.

Although it's all ugly, you can already see what the word is.

Cen Huan happily turned back to Ji Lang and said, "Really listen to your words, save me ten pieces of paper!"

Hearing Cen Huan's words, Ji Lang couldn't cry or laugh.

I don't know if she did it on purpose, or if she really only remembered half a sentence.

He said: "Keep practicing, I really can't take this word." ”

Cen Huan nodded and began to bow his head and write again.

Ji Lang reminded on the side: "Don't float your hands." ”

"This one is too heavy. ”

"This won't work. ”

Looking at the words she wrote, Ji Lang stretched out his hand, just imagining the hand-in-hand teaching just now, but suddenly paused again.

He just inadvertently forgot that posture for a while, which is a little ambiguous.

Cen Huan looked at him in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Lang said: "I'll ask someone to bring you my calligraphy, and you will practice according to that." ”

Cen Huan nodded, no objection.

Ji Lang said: "Keep the swing for you, but don't sit like that in the future, it's easy to fall." ”

Cen Huan didn't expect him to leave the swing, but he was still happy in his heart, and said, "Thank you!

Can a little gadget make her so happy?

It's better than a child.

Cen Huan asked again, "I heard that you helped me find my family, and when will they arrive?"

Although it was the original owner's family, now that he has taken possession of her body, he still has to live well for her.

But you also have to see what kind of family it is.

Hearing Cen Huan ask about her family, thinking that soon the people of the Cen family would bring her back to Chang'an, Ji Lang didn't know why she was a little irritable in her heart.

"I'm not sure if it's your family yet, but if not, you're going to have to ......," he said.

"I'll have to stay and be your maid. Cen Huan continued with his words and said with a smile, "I know, I actually don't have much hope. ”

Ji Lang looked at her indifferent appearance, and he didn't know what it was like.

Because of her amnesia, she doesn't even remember her family, let alone have any deep feelings.

Those relatives are equivalent to strangers to her now, so she doesn't care so much, whether it's true or not, it may not seem to be that important to her.

For a moment, he even thought that it would be good if she could continue to stay in the Ji Mansion.

But he also knows very well how much the Cen family loves this little daughter.