Xie Qingheng stood outside the door, saw Chen rushing out, and hurriedly hid behind the beam.

Chen didn't notice that there were still people next to him, and directly covered his mouth and cried and left.

After Xie Qingheng saw Chen leaving the courtyard gate, he walked out from behind the pillar, and looked at Su Ruan, who was sitting inside with his back to the outside, motionless through the door.

He hesitated, always feeling that it was a little inappropriate for him to go in this situation, so he turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't want to bump into Cheng'er, who was holding the hand stove and was staring at her with round eyes.

Although Cheng'er didn't say anything, the expression in her eyes was bright.

You're eavesdropping?!

Rao is Xie Qingheng was thick-skinned, and he couldn't help but almost choke himself to death with saliva, and hurriedly coughed lowly.

"I'll give ......"

He wanted to be called Su Ruan, but he was too indifferent, Ruan Ruan was too close, so he compromised and simply omitted his name.

"I'm here to deliver something to her."

Inside, when Su Ruan heard the voice and turned around, he saw Xie Qingheng's originally cold and indifferent face full of embarrassment.

The look on her face after seeing Chen just now had not yet dissipated, and she tilted her head to look at him a little coldly.

Xie Qingheng said: "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I just happened to meet my mother talking to you when I came." ”

When he called Chen, he was not too awkward, and took the things in his hand and motioned to Su Ruan.

"I'll give you a tablet ......"

Reacting that this was wrong, Xie Qingheng hurriedly changed his words: "I sent Master Su's tablet over, I have already found the best craftsman, and I made it according to the tablet before Master Su, what do you think?" ”

Su Ruan didn't embarrass him, and after directly signaling him to enter, he reached out and took the tablet and lifted the black veil covering it, and saw that the tablet was very meticulous, vaguely similar to the one smashed in the outer courtyard before, but the words on it had not yet fallen.

"I thought that Lord Su's tablet should be written by you, so I left it empty."

Xie Qingheng took out two ink strips from his sleeve and handed them to Su Ruan: "This is the ink strip they used to write the tablet, it is said that there are things added to it, and it is not easy to fade after writing, so I will bring them to you together." ”

Su Ruan glanced at Xie Qingheng, and after saying "thank you", he took the ink strip, and then walked to the side and poured out all the ink that had copied the Buddhist scriptures before.

Xie Qingheng stood aside and didn't leave, but watched Su Ruan's movements, and saw that when she knelt there, her back was straight, and then she rolled up her sleeves a little, revealing her white wrists.

Her wrist is very thin, with a red rope tied to it, and she is different from others when she holds the ink strip.

She first scraped off a little of it, put it between her fingers and twisted it lightly for a moment, as if feeling the concentration of the ink strip, and then took a few drops of water into the inkstone, and then turned it lightly with her left hand after putting the ink strip flat.

The ink is flat and moderate, and the left hand draws circles in reverse, which is extremely skillful.

Xie Qingheng was slightly stunned, Su Ruan's movements of studying ink were very similar to those who used pens for writing all year round, after all, he had seen many women, and even some men who didn't use pens often, all of them were right-handed ink.

Only those who write regularly will be accustomed to writing with their left hand and with their right hand, and because it has become a habit, they will not feel biased.

And only those who write all year round will develop the habit of "tasting ink" in advance.

Su Ruan didn't pay attention to the strange color in Xie Qingheng's eyes, she just thought about it while grinding the ink, and waited for the ink in the inkstone to be the right shade, then she dipped the pen in her right hand and wrote on the tablet.

Xie Qingheng looked at Su Ruan's words with some surprise, and looked down at the Buddhist scriptures next to him that had not been burned: "Su Ruan, who taught you your words?" ”

Su Ruan paused in his hand and said casually: "My father." ”

Xie Qingheng frowned.

Su Xuanmin?

But why is this word so familiar?

After Su Ruan quickly finished writing the tablet, he put it aside, and when he saw Xie Qingheng staring at those Buddhist scriptures in a daze, he pretended to fold them up easily, and said in his mouth: "This tablet is made of fine sandalwood, I think it costs a lot of money, right?" ”

Xie Qingheng came back to his senses when he heard this, and subconsciously said: "It's a little expensive, but it's what I should, now the tablet has been made, and when Qingyang's injury is better and he can get out of bed, I will let him come and kowtow in person to apologize and guard the soul for Lord Su." ”

Su Ruan nodded: "Okay." ”

After the two finished talking, the room became cold.

Su Ruan turned around and placed the tablet on the niche placed in front of the futon that chanted on weekdays, and after bowing to the tablet, when she turned around, she found that Xie Qingheng hadn't left yet, and she couldn't help but be surprised: "What else is there to do with the eldest prince?" ”

Xie Qingheng didn't think anything before, but when he heard her sentence of "eldest son" at this time, he felt a little harsh.

He frowned, but it was not easy to open her mouth to let her call her eldest brother, after all, he didn't want her to enter the second room first, but now if he opened his mouth, he would have some meaning, he could only say: "Is there any misunderstanding between you and your mother?" ”

Su Ruan looked at him: "No." ”

"And you're blaming her?"

Su Ruan looked at Xie Qingheng a little strangely.

Xie Qingheng said: "I saw her crying a lot just now, and I also heard what you said, if you really don't blame her, why are you so cold to her?" She is very nice to you, although a little ......"

He looked for the word before he said "weak", and then continued: "But she does care about you in her heart. ”

Su Ruan tugged at the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and suddenly laughed.

She put down the things in her hand, turned to look at Xie Qingheng and said, "I know she cares, but what she cares about is always standing behind me and crying, and she never once thought of protecting me behind her." ”

"I said I didn't blame her because I understood why she chose your father and that she wanted peace, but that doesn't mean I want that."

"She's my mother, and I'm not in a position to blame her for the choices she made, but that doesn't mean I like her concealment, I like her weakness, and do you know that there is a kind of person in this world who will direct her weakness to everyone outside, but she will turn the sharpest side towards those who care about her."

"She knows what I care about, and she knows that I won't give up on her, but she keeps forcing me to tell her that I was wrong, I don't blame her, I have to let me be intimate with her to show that I don't blame."

"What would you do if you were you?"

After Su Ruan finished speaking, he looked at Xie Qingheng: "Why don't I enter the second room, you know, she may not understand, but she knows the reason, but she still comes to me to embarrass me." ”

"Has she ever thought about how I will live in the Xie family in the future if I refute the old lady's words."

"Relying on the forbearance of the three of your brothers and sisters, or relying on the favor of Hou Ye Xie for her?"