Tong Jiayan and the others returned to Beizhuang, and Mama Zhao was preparing to go out because she couldn't find them when she woke up.

"Miss......"

Seeing them coming in from the outside with a smile, the expression on Mama Zhao's face was surprised for a second, "What are you......?" Out? He didn't even say hello to her.

"Well, just take a stroll."

Tong Jiayan's tone was light, and he couldn't hear his joy and anger.

Mama Zhao was stunned for a moment, and felt that Tong Jiayan's attitude towards her after coming back from a trip was a little strange. Glancing at Qingju and Luwu who were following her, the double-layered chin was raised unconsciously, and he hummed in a commanding tone: "Let you serve Miss well, you are good, you dare to encourage Miss to run out casually." If something happens to the young lady, be careful about your little life! "Full of threats.

Qingju opened her mouth to speak, but Luwu quickly pulled her.

Tong Jiayan raised his head and glanced at Mama Zhao lightly: "I asked them to go out for a walk with me." ”

This is explaining to Qingju and Luwu, but in the ears of Mama Zhao, it is Tong Jiayan who is in charge of her face for the sake of the two little maids.

Mama Zhao's face instantly turned ugly.

This time, Tong Jiayan didn't do as usual, as soon as he saw that she was unhappy, he hurriedly took her hand and said something good to make her happy.

The atmosphere just froze quietly.

Even Qingju sensed that something was wrong, and obediently closed his mouth and did not speak.

The green turnip kept her head down quietly.

Tong Jiayan raised his steps again, directly past Mama Zhao who was standing on the steps, and went to the inner room.

Qingju and Luwu glanced at each other, and followed into the house.

For the first time, Mama Zhao was ignored by Miss Seven, who has always been the best talker, and she was hung at the door again and couldn't get off the stage.

She was stunned for a moment in disbelief, her face gradually distorted, and she clenched her hands angrily and angrily.

What the hell is this?!

……

The daylight was faint, and a cool breeze was brought in.

Lu Wu stood by the table and sharpened the ink.

Tong Jiayan spread out the rice paper, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to practice calligraphy.

Practicing words can calm the mind.

The world is noisy, she has to calm down and think about how she will take every step next.

Qingju poured the tea and brought it over and put it on the bookcase next to it.

When the young lady practiced calligraphy, she didn't like to be disturbed.

The sound of wandering footsteps drifting in from the open window.

Qingju looked out the window, and then at Tong Jiayan, his heart was full of questions.

Did the young lady really recognize Mama Zhao's personality, or was she just angry with her once?

The tip of the pen landed on the snow-white rice paper, and a small black dot was immediately spotted.

The regular script is upright, the cursive script is frivolous, and the writing is romantic.

In the past, she lived in a regular manner, and only honestly practiced the most sought-after hairpin flower Xiaokai among the ladies, but in fact, she liked the frivolity of cursive and liked the romance of calligraphy.

It was Ning Zhi who taught her to be herself as she pleased, and she didn't have to follow the crowd. No one has stipulated that women are not allowed to write cursive or calligraphy.

The black brush moves around the white rice paper, lingering. Sometimes it rises high into the sky, sometimes it falls into the abyss. Sometimes the momentum is like a rainbow and smashes the enemy camp, and sometimes the fighting spirit is high-spirited and makes a comeback.

In the end, there were traces of flowing water.

The pen has not been dry, and the heart is indescribably happy.

Tong Jiayan put away the pen and put down his sleeves.

Lu Wu gently picked up the paper full of words and blew the wind.

"Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise."

She finished reading it quietly, and then carefully looked at Tong Jiayan.

"What font is this?"

She was reading poetry, but Luwu was reading words.

"It's a bit like calligraphy, it's a little bit like cursive, in short...... It's not like the regular script that you usually practice, Miss. ”

Tong Jiayan picked up the teacup and smiled: "It's a line of grass." ”

"Walking grass?" Lu Wu raised her head, "Hasn't Miss been practicing all the time?" When did even the grass be so beautifully written? There was pure admiration and curiosity in his eyes.

When?

Tong Jiayan lowered his eyes, drank tea, and raised it again after a while: "You can clean up our salute in the past few days." ”

"Packing?" Qingju was diverted from the topic by her, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing with your luggage?" Is the young lady going to go far away? Thinking of this, she was a little excited.

Looking at the excited look on her face, Luwu ruthlessly poured cold water on her: "Don't even think about it." ”

Qingju pouted, and went to see Tong Jiayan again.

Tong Jiayan smiled: "You'll know in two days." ”

……

The night breeze in the countryside is very cool, not like in Jinling City, surrounded by high walls on all sides, which always gives people a feeling of being trapped in it and feeling depressed.

There is a swing in the courtyard of Beizhuang, Tong Jiayan has dinner, comes out to enjoy the coolness, and sits on the swing in the yard, his feet on the ground, shaking gently.

Qingju came out to look for her, and when he saw her sitting alone on the swing, he ran over and stood behind her.

"Miss, the slave will come and push it for you."

The little head leaned over from her right side, Tong Jiayan said "um", and she gently put her hand on her back, feeling a gentle thrust.

His toes were cocked, and his hands clenched the hemp rope on both sides.

The moment it flew up against the wind, my heartbeat unconsciously accelerated.

There is a moon tonight.

In the moonlight, Tong Jiayan's eyes shone slightly.

She opened her mouth, feeling something come to her lips and wanted to shout out loud, but finally closed her mouth, and her eyes brightened brighter.

A crisp laugh rang out in the background.

Qingju happily asked, "Miss, is it tall?" Would you like to go a little higher? ”

Tong Jiayan bit his lip and grabbed the hemp rope, and could feel his cheeks reddening slightly because of a certain emotion.

"A little higher."

Live again, she won't be so weak and cowardly as she was in her previous life. She wants to live as she pleases, and nothing can bind her heart.

The whirring wind hit her face, and she swung higher and higher, and looked farther and farther.

Tong Jiayan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became clearer and clearer.

When people have hope, they have the motivation to go on.

Her hope is there, and this time, she will definitely go on unswervingly!

Not far away, Lu Wu moved a small pestle out of the room, saw the two people in the yard, pursed his lips and smiled, sat at the door, and took the needle and thread to Tong Jiayan to take advantage of the light in the house.

Mama Zhao came out of the east room, glanced at the two people swinging in the yard, narrowed her eyes, and then came to the front of the green man.

A pair of indigo cloth shoes appeared in the drooping sight, and Lu Wu raised his head and smiled: "Hello, Mama." ”

"Hmm." Mama Zhao glanced at the soles of the shoes in Lu Wu's hand, and pointed in her mouth, "Remember to hook the needle and thread tightly, so that the shoes are strong." The tone was high, as if the greenweed couldn't do things.

Qingju turned his head and pursed his lips, muttering something quietly.

Lu Wu just smiled and nodded obediently, "I know Mama." ”