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Suddenly being picked up, Du Ruo exclaimed in a panic, raised his head and crashed into Song Ju'an's smiling eyes, I don't know how much sincerity comes from that sparkling eye, and I don't know how much joy there is.

Some people take advantage of a lot because they are naturally good-looking, and what is even more hateful is that this kind of person smiles at you, as if all the faults can be erased in an instant.

Du Ruo looked at him stunned, and an unwarranted panic rose in his heart.

He carried her across the door and cautiously stepped into the threshold from the outside, and when he reached the courtyard, he bent down and put her down, and looked at her seriously.

Du Ruo lowered his head, turned around and entered the house.

Song Ju'an only thought she was shy, smiled at the wooden door, and bent down to smooth out the folds on her clothes.

In the room, Du Ruo picked up a book and sat on a stool, although his face was very calm, but in fact he was extremely upset.

She flipped through a few pages and threw the book on the table angrily.

To take a bath before going to bed at night, she drew cold water from the well, stood behind the old locust tree in the yard and wiped her body, Cai and Song Ju'an were in the house, usually she was taking a bath at this time at night, and they would not come out.

It was still warm, and it was summer when she came, and after a while it was cold, she had to go into the house and take a shower.

Du Ruo wrung out the water on the towel angrily and put it aside, bent down and lifted the half bucket of water that had just been drawn from the well and poured it on her head, the cool water suddenly flowed down her hair, her body was agitated, and she quickly wiped the water on her body with a towel, and quickly put on her clothes.

It wasn't enough, so she found another stool to sit in the yard and soaked her feet in cold water for most of the day.

Stimulated by the refreshing and cool well water, Du Ruo felt that the menstrual affair could be extended for another two or three days.

Back in the house, Song Ju'an saw her hair wet and scattered on her shoulders, and asked, "What do you do when you wash your hair before going to bed?" ”

"I'm a little hot." Du Ruo said.

He nodded and glanced towards the door, "It's a little hot tonight. ”

Song Ju'an then wrote comments on the students' homework, and after writing it, he stacked it together with the homework he had previously evaluated, and it had been stacked high for most of the day.

Du Ruo combed his hair and went to make the bed again.

Cai suddenly stood outside and called, "Stay safe!" Ju An, come and see your father, I want to turn him over, but I don't have much strength! ”

Song Ju'an put down the pen, got up and walked out.

Du Ruo saw him go out, thinking that he would scrub his body for Father Song and take a bath by himself, and it would take at least half a day to return to this house, so he walked to his desk and sat down, took out a blank piece of paper from underneath, and dipped his pen in ink to write a letter.

It was still a reply letter to Meng Xiuwen, and she had read and tore it up on the way back.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and I don't know if he is naughty or disobedient, or if he is sad and crying in front of others.

Minse always said that he had been very naughty lately, but Du Ruo thought that this was good, and it was not good for children to be too gloomy and well-behaved.

First, he wrote most of the words of concern and instructions, Du Ruo thought about it in his heart, and wrote a few lines of poetry in the "Book of Songs", the "Analects" has come to an end, and the "Book of Songs" has just begun.

She glanced at the entire letter and was about to put the pen back in its place, when she heard someone in front of her: "To whom did I write a letter?" Then a hand pressed on the end of the letter.

Du Ruo raised his head suddenly, he didn't know when Song Ju'an came into the house, and how long he had been standing in front of her quietly!

She hurriedly pressed the end of the letter with her hand and looked at him.

Song Ju'an pinched the letter and wanted to take it away, but Du Ruo refused to let go.

His heart sank for a moment. Sometimes I know that pretending not to know is easy to say, but if I am open and honest about everything, things will be difficult to do.

Du Ruo slowly let go of his hand and let him take the letter away.

For mother?! Son?!

Song Ju'an picked it up and looked at it quickly, frowned deeply, and asked her, "What's going on?" ”

Du Ruo helplessly explained: "It's Meng Xiuwen, the little young master of Xiuzhuang, who has no mother since he was a child, and the Meng family refuses to let him know that Mrs. Meng has passed away, so he asked someone to write a letter to lie to him, saying that his mother will go back soon." ”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, still questioning: "Why did you write it?" "Also, when did her handwriting become so good?

"I came up with such a bad idea to write a letter, and I didn't expect that the people of the Meng family would ask me to write it, saying that there are few female workers in the embroidery village who are literate." Du Ruo said.

He took a few steps forward with the letter, glanced back at her, then at the letter, and was suspicious.

She......

Meng Jia......

Little Master......

He wiped away the waves in his eyes, turned around and handed her the letterhead, "I'm done, let's rest early." ”

"Hmm." Du Ruo put the letter paper into the envelope and wrote the word Tang pear in the corner.

Song Ju'an turned around and went out again.

Even though her hair was not dry, she still lay on the bed, turned over a few times, and then got out of bed and opened the window of the West House, it was about to rain, and the room was very hot, and the cold that she had just taken a cold shower outside quickly swept away.

She lay on her back, thinking about what she had been doing all these days.

After a while, I wondered if Brother Lu had asked her about renting a house, or if she had gone to the city.

The people she knew kept flashing in her mind, and gradually turned into a mess, and she simply closed her eyes and stopped thinking about it.

The door was pushed open, and Song Ju'an walked in from outside and said to her: "The umbrella is behind the door, there may be rain tonight, you have to go to the embroidery village tomorrow, if the rain stops at dawn, it will not be delayed." ”

"Hmm." Du Ruo responded, and after he reminded him, he was also quite worried in his heart.

Don't be like last time, when it was like a heavy flood in a torrential rain, and it was difficult for horse-drawn carriages to pass through muddy places. Wet clothes are very uncomfortable against the body. That time, Song Ju'an was still crazy and angry for some reason, and he didn't know if it was because of the heavy rain.

"Isn't your hair dry? How did you fall asleep? He asked, looking at the bed.

"I just want to lie down for a while." She closed her eyes and said, thinking too many people in her mind today is too tired.

"Are you hot?" He asked again.

"Hmm."

After a while, Du Ruo noticed that someone was sitting down next to her and fanning her.

She opened her eyes and found Song Ju'an sitting on the edge of the bed, reading with a book in one hand and a pu fan in the other, gently fanning her one by one.

His expression was calm, and his gaze on the book was soft, as if it were a normal thing.

Du Ruo stared at his face for a moment, the word 'Xie' turned around in his mouth, but he still didn't say anything, and then silently closed his eyes again.

Lying down, I gradually fell asleep.

After another moment, Song Ju'an looked away from the book and looked at the person lying on the bed. She slept soundly.

He closed the book and muttered, "The Meng family ......"

After getting out of bed, he took out an umbrella from the door, looked at the bed again, gently pushed the door open and walked outside.

I don't know what it was when she fell asleep last night, even the rainstorm and thunder in the night didn't wake her up, and she slept until dawn, and it was still raining outside.

I'm really afraid of something.

After eating, Song Ju'an sent her to the entrance of the village this time, watched her get into the carriage and leave, and then turned around and returned to the village with an umbrella.

Du Ruo went to Zongheng Study first, and Boss Huang saw that she came on time in the weather today, and couldn't help but say: "Du Niangzi is really hard!" Come in and drink some ginger soup! People like you deserve to make money! ”

"I'm not coming to you, I'm going to embroider the village." Du Ruo took the umbrella and smiled.

The little beggar brought her a bowl of ginger soup, watched her drink half a bowl, still didn't leave, and said to her with a smile: "The boss gave me a name!" ”

"Oh? What is it called? Du Ruo asked.

Boss Huang glanced at the little beggar, blamed him for being too talkative, and smiled embarrassedly at Du Ruo: "It's called Huan Qian." ”

Du Ruo silently recited twice: "Pay back...... Paying back ......"

"He broke up a few books, can't he ask him to pay back!" Boss Huang deserves it.

Seeing the two laughing, the little beggar touched his head and said, "Is my name funny?" ”

"Mu Zihuan, Qiankun's Qian." Boss Huang said again.

"The name is too big to be calm, so it's better to be humble." Du Ruo said.

Boss Huang thought about it and said to the little beggar: "I'll teach you to write it again later, change it to Qian, and be safe!" ”

The little beggar nodded, "Thank you, Mrs. Du!" Thank you owner! With that, he took the tray and walked away.

Boss Huang took out the key from his body, opened the cabinet door behind him, took out a cloth bag from it, and said to Du Ruo: "All the books have been transported, and the silver has been settled in Yunshui Embroidery Village." ”

"That's the best!" Du Ruo said happily.

Boss Huang was very puzzled and said: "What are you doing, after you left that day, the more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, I thought that Yunshui Embroidery Village was just a pastime for me, and I wouldn't buy these books at all, and I also took Meng Yuanzhou to make fun of it, and it was not a trivial matter to offend Embroidery Village, although it showed that they ignored it on the surface, but it was not known that they were secretly making trouble." But the steward who came to pick up the goods seemed to not know, and he paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other, and he just shipped it away, without saying a word! ”

I can't figure it out, it's really incomprehensible!

"Isn't that great?"

"Yes! Very good! Fabulous! Boss Huang untied the cloth bag and poured out all the silver inside.

Looking at the silver on the table, Du Ruo also took out the contract from his body and pointed it out to him: "How to divide the account, the contract is clearly written, this time it is settled, and our cooperation will be more natural next time!" ”

"That's that! The larger the order placed by the merchant, the smaller the cost...... I'll do the math......" Boss Huang took out an abacus from the drawer, crackled and calculated, Du Ruo sat aside and watched him settle the account.

Not long after, each took their share of the silver, Du Ruo stood up satisfied, and said to him: "I'll go first, and I'll go to the embroidery village." ”

"Du Niangzi walks slowly, the book is still selling, Du Niangzi will come to share the profits in a few days."

"Okay."

She walked out with an umbrella and felt that the sound of the rain was very pleasant. With seventeen taels of silver in his arms, let alone how down-to-earth he is.