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After a while, Song Ju'an put down the book and looked at the students below, and when his eyes fell on Du Ercheng's body, he was a little impatient, moved back, and saw Du Ruo who was sitting in the last row with his head propped up.

He got up and stepped off the podium, and the students in the hall scrambled to hear louder, as if they were reading it to him.

Su Mingyang peeked at Song Ju'an and slapped Du Ercheng twice.

Du Ercheng didn't wake up.

Du Ruo kicked Du Ercheng's stool legs.

Du Ercheng still didn't wake up.

In the blink of an eye, Song Ju'an had already come to him, and the students sitting in front of him looked back at this side, Hong Sheng's gang gloated and laughed, twisting their bodies one by one to look at Du Ercheng, who was sleeping on the table, waiting to see him being punished for training.

Du Ruo's face was calm, his hands were crossed on the table, and he raised his foot under the table and kicked hard, Du Ercheng's body shook forward suddenly, and he fell from the stool to the ground, making a loud noise.

Du Ercheng woke up from his sleep, opened his eyes and turned back and was about to get angry, but found that his second sister was sitting behind him.

As soon as he sat down, when he looked up, he saw Song Ju'an standing in front of him with his hands in his hands, Du Ercheng was so frightened that his soul was about to be lost, and he hurriedly looked at Su Mingyang's book next to him.

The students around them couldn't help but laugh out loud when they saw this, leaning back and slamming their hands on the table.

Song Ju'an turned around and glanced at it sharply, and the students who were coaxing immediately lowered their heads and recited the book seriously.

He stood in front of Du Ercheng for a while before walking to the last row, bowed his head and asked, "What are you doing again?" ”

"Let's see how Ercheng is learning." Du Ruo said.

She was a little embarrassed, and she didn't think that Du Ercheng would embarrass her like this. Song Ju'an hates stupid and unmotivated students the most, if he hadn't looked at the face of his relatives, he might have severely punished Du Ercheng a long time ago.

"Did you see that?" Song Ju'an asked again.

"Hmm......" Du Ruo embarrassed.

Song Ju'an groaned, then turned around and slowly walked towards the podium.

Du Ruo stared at Du Ercheng for a while before leaving the school.

The next day, after she arrived at Xiuzhuang, she handed over the reply letter to Meng Xiuwen to Ming Se, and she was afraid that there was something wrong with what she had written, and there would be more trouble, so she asked Ming Se to take out the letter in front of her and take a look.

Ming Se took out the letter paper in front of her, and after reading it, he said with a smile: "Du Niangzi's handwriting is good, and there is nothing unreasonable in the letter, presumably the young master must be happy to read it, these silver are for you, take it!" ”

After thanking her, Du Ruo went to the studio to paint.

Who knew that two days later, Ming Se took a letter and handed it to her, which was still written by Meng Xiuwen to his mother, and ordered her to write a reply.

Du Ruo had no choice but to take it again.

Although there is a reward for helping to deceive people, she is extremely unbearable in her heart, especially every time she sees Meng Xiuwen, this sense of guilt increases by one point. It's like the moon in the mirror, a short-lived vanity, and it's really inappropriate to write a letter in the tone of Mrs. Zhuangzheng.

When she was looking for a desirable scene in the embroidery village with her painting utensils, she often met Meng Xiuwen.

He's become more and more active these days, but he's also getting more and more naughty. Compared with the first time I saw him, he seems to have grown taller, and his smile is still bent and starry, childish and innocent.

It was windy today, and the weather was not as hot as usual, and when he ran to her with a squatting ball, he stepped on his small court boots on his feet, wore a lapid and gold gauze shirt, tied a white forehead on his forehead, embroidered four clouds, and his subordinates also put a cloak on him to block the wind.

Energetic and energetic.

"Little master." Du Ruo called him with a smile, which was regarded as a greeting.

"You're here so early today!" Meng Xiuwen said with a smile, standing next to her and watching her lay out the paper and grind.

"I was afraid that it would rain on the road, so I came earlier, why didn't you study with the master?"

"The Master didn't come today, but there is something going on in his house." He replied.

"Then you can play a little longer." Du Ruo sat down.

Meng Xiuwen watched from the side for a while, and stopped talking, but he quickly went to play football with the people around him.

After a while, he ran again sullenly, with the ball in his hand, and several men stood far away on the other side.

"What's wrong?" Du Ruo raised his head and asked him.

"They always let me!"

"I'll let you too!" She smiled.

"That's different, they always treat me like a child, for fear that my father will blame them when I bump into me! Can you come and play with me for a while? He pleaded.

"Wait until I'm done ......"

"No, right now!" He insisted that she stand up.

Du Ruo had no choice but to get up.

After playing with him for most of the day, the two sat down out of breath, although the weather became cooler, but they were still sweating from running around. Meng Xiuwen leaned on her with the ball in his arms and laughed non-stop.

"What are you laughing at?" Du Ruo asked puzzled.

"My mother's cronies said that when she comes back, she will watch me play Keju."

"Oh? Then you'll have to practice hard. Du Ruo also said happily, but his heart was slightly sour.

The letter was written by her, and she naturally knew what she said, but Zuo was just helping to deceive him, and all kinds of reasons for being blocked from going home were endless.

"I know a lot of words, and I can memorize a lot of poems, and my father also said that I am much more well-behaved, will my mother be happy to see me?" He asked again, with a hint of undue concern in his eyes.

I'm afraid that I won't be good enough to please adults.

"Xiuwen is so well-behaved, your mother must like it when she sees it, even your father praises you, it seems that you have really improved a lot." Du Ruo comforted him.

Meng Xiuwen pinched a leaf with his fingers, covered his left eye, looked into the distance, and covered the leaf on his right eye, in exchange for pleasure.

Du Ruo saw him playing by himself, so she dipped the brush in ink and gently traced the outline of the rockery pavilion not far away on the paper.

When he went to see him again after a while, Du Ruo found that the ball was rolling quietly to the side, and Meng Xiuwen was asleep on her pillow, with long eyelashes on her eyes, pink makeup, and seemed to sleep very sweetly.

She couldn't help but smile, took the cloak he had just untied and put it over him, and remained in this sitting position.

After lowering his head for a while, Du Ruo raised his head again and found that there were a few more people in the pavilion in the scenery described in front of him, Meng Yuanzhou seemed to be entertaining the guests who came to the village, and a few people were serving tea and pouring wine on the side.

Since that day when Meng Yuanzhou in Biyun Pavilion instructed her to write a picture album, Du Ruo hadn't seen him much. But presumably he should be busy with business, after all, the Meng family has many shops.

Today's Meng Yuanzhou is wearing a dark purple and silver robe, brocade clothes and jade belts, and he is still elegant and gentle with a transcendent temperament. Although his family has a lot of money, he has never had the slightest bit of the merchant's philistine and copper stench, and he acts like a powerful person.

After another moment, Du Ruo saw that the guest had been sent away, and Meng Yuanzhou still came back and sat idly in the pavilion, playing with a tea cup in his hand, and the people were all supported by him.

Du Ruo always felt that he was looking this way, but she couldn't see his expression clearly at this time.

After a while, she saw Meng Yuanzhou get up and walk towards this side.

When he walked up, Du Ruo had no choice but to respectfully say: "Master Meng, the little young master is asleep, I am afraid that I will wake him up, and I hope to forgive my sins if I don't get up to salute." ”

Meng Yuanzhou nodded, looked at her with deep eyes, walked to her, bent down and carefully hugged Meng Xiuwen in his arms, and turned to leave.

Looking at their departing backs, Du Ruo breathed a sigh of relief, she was really afraid that Meng Yuanzhou would punish her, and she was afraid that her behavior would be too presumptuous.

For the next three days, she was painting seriously in the studio, and Meng Xiuwen never came to her again.

After the album was completed, Li Jian, the head of the company, checked it, let people take it, settled the silver with her, and rewarded her with another 200 yuan. Without these things, she went back to work in the good work building.

Aunt Zheng's attitude towards her was even more different from before, every time she talked to her, her tone softened a lot, Du Ruo was used to hearing her scolding others with a strong voice, and she was a little uncomfortable when it was her turn.

Another day passed, and she was arranged to work beside a little lady named Feng Ning to help out.

Feng Ning is different from A Ying Baodie, when she talks to Du Ruo, she is always soft and weak without an opinion, and her temperament is very gentle, which makes people look like a bully. However, when she was working, she was as careful as a hair, and there was no mistake, so Aunt Zheng almost never scolded her.

Every time Du Ruo asked her for advice, she patiently said a lot, and the next time she saw the same omission, she kindly reminded Du Ruo and asked her to go through it again.

But more often, Du Ruo is listening to her complains and complains, life is hard, and there is no end in sight to her hard life.

"The whole family depends on my little salary to support them, and my man is a drunkard and gambling, and he has sold several fields and owes a lot of debt! The house is always full of people asking for money during the holidays! Her eyes were full of tears, she sighed, and continued: "My mother-in-law always beats me and scolds me, and several times I think about jumping into the river and dying, but I don't dare to ......."

Du Ruo sympathized with her very much, but he couldn't help her, so he had to pick up some words to comfort her.

"As the saying goes, it's better to die than to live, you are still young, and you will slowly get better in the future, so it is better to find a way to leave this home." Du Ruo said.

"Leaving that home?" Feng Ning glared and shook his head, choking up while doing his work: "He will arrest me back!" They're not going to let me run away, and where can I go? Life is a member of the Zhao family, death is the ghost of the Zhao family, anyway, my life is over......"

"How so? Can't you ask the government to make decisions for you? Du Ruo was very worried.

Her man must be rude and very violent, and such a weak woman has no thoughts, so she can only endure it day by day.

"The government won't care about these idle things." She lowered her head and wiped away a handful of tears, and continued to chatter.

At lunchtime, Ah Ying and Bao Die came to her.

"Du Ruo, do you have calluses in your ears?" Ah Ying said with a grin, glancing at Feng Ning, who was sitting not far away.

Du Ruo glanced at Feng Ning along her line of sight and smiled helplessly.

Baodie also smiled: "I guess she has already told you what she has suffered and what she has suffered, right?" I'm tired of listening to it! Always chattering about those things in her house! ”