Shen Jing concentrated on peeling pine nuts and learned a convenient move from Sister Fang.

She is interested in peeling and loves to eat, but Sister Fang didn't stop.

The weather is good, not sunburning, not shady, it is evening, when the sun sets.

Sitting on the Chinese-style mahogany sofa in the arc, looking forward, the koi fish across the pond is the stage.

The old lady of the Zhou family usually sits here to watch shadow puppetry, so comfortable.

Snow in winter has the unique charm of the old courtyard building.

As for when Zhou Lushen would come back, she didn't find out.

Finding that Zhou Lu was back, the old lady raised her eyes lightly.

Zhou Lu glanced at Shen Jing not far away, and saw that she was busy, so he sat down on the sandalwood Taishi chair near the old lady.

"What did your eldest brother say?" The old lady asked.

Zhou Lu leaned back in the seat, picked up the Buddhist scripture in his hand, and opened it with his long fingers at will.

"You can watch shadow puppets and listen to scriptures at home with peace of mind, how can we be willing to let the second grandmother live alone."

The words are good.

The old lady was not confused when she heard two sentences, "The aunt in Taihe Intermediate Court is not as good as Lao Li, her work is heavy, and she knows the normal diet of three meals." ”

Zhou Lushen motioned to the old lady to relax, "I know." ”

He has always had a very high degree of self-discipline in his body, partial, loose and habitual, wandering the world of flowers, recalling, the old lady's style of the younger generation always returns to the filter.

The old lady sighed, "You'll know." ”

"I don't have a family until now, Ah Qun is, so are you, in this life, except for the position of power, there is no emotion."

Zhou Lu took a sip of tea, reminiscing about the sweetness and mellowness of Lao Yan, and for a moment, he gently put aside the teacup and made tea for the old lady himself.

A pair of long fingers like white jade, superior bone joints, pouring up the purple sand tea stove, making tea has the leisure of a noble son, and the whole person is very quiet.

"Does the second grandmother like her?"

He meant something.

The ancestors and grandsons talked in a low voice, and Shen Jing was not far away, so naturally she didn't come close to disturb her, let alone hear it.

The old lady snorted slowly, raised her hand, or picked up the teacup to taste, even though she was old, the tea was in her hand, and she was still calm and noble.

The old lady: "My rosary beads have been sent out, the second son of the Zhou family carried a little girl to the West Street Huamen to see the flag, now, who doesn't know about it, everyone doesn't mention it for the sake of the Zhou family's face, whether the second grandmother likes it or not, it's up to her." ”

Zhou Lushen: "She likes your rosary very much, she didn't take it off in the bath, and she personally compensated you for a piece of incense." ”

Zhou Lushen gave out a lot of jewelry necklaces, and millions of customized luxury goods have not seen such a treasure as Shen Jing.

Nature.

From the moment the old lady saw the gift box, she knew at a glance that it was Zhou Lushen who chose it, and only he understood her preferences, "You paid for it." ”

Zhou Lu smiled heavily, "If I don't compensate, she won't come to the courtyard, so I won't come either." ”

The old lady smiled softly, "Protected." ”

Zhou Lu sank in a voice that was neither high nor low, "My people, you have to be protected." ”

The old lady closed her eyes, listened to the Buddhist scriptures, and pondered. It doesn't matter who it is, what matters is who he loves.

The fragrance of tea is tossing and turning.

Listen carefully, the monk in the robe knocks on the wooden fish more and more rhythmically.

Zhou Lushen tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, lowered his eyebrows and tasted the tea, and looked at the girl who peeled pine nuts with light eyes.

She is not young anymore, from the original simple and jerky little girl to him, to now, she has been piercing him in his arms for a few years.

It's been more than four years.

The years have not worn away her squeamishness, today she suddenly put on a cheongsam, for a moment, very similar to the first time I saw her in the drunken Shanghai market, a cheongsam, a rose hairpin, eyebrows and eyes will only smile at him, with flattering shyness, as if sitting on the stage holding the pipa and waiting for him for a long, long time, finally waiting for him, laughing so happily.

Memories are not hard to remember.

At that time, the Shanghai Grand Theater was chartered by him with a lot of money, and after the beauty on the stage played a pipa review.

Zhou Lu indulged in smoking, left the stage, leaned against the theater corridor, knocked a cigarette, and just put it on his lips.

Her voice came from the side with a delicate touch.

"Tuesday Childe, will you come back tomorrow?"

The lighter was ignited, and Zhou Lushen took a puff of cigarette hard, and the rich and spicy nicotine gathered in his throat, so that he could resist the fog indifferently.

The ghost made a miracle, raised his eyes lightly, and glanced at the little girl in front of him, "Well, it's been seven days." ”

Shen Jing walked into him with a bewitching posture, "That... Does it sound good? ”

Timid pause.

It's like, she has to say something about it.

I don't want to say if I'm going to cry.

Zhou Lushen really didn't listen to half a word carefully, he used it for entertainment, and laughed playfully, and the smoke in the air dispersed lonely from the two of them.

"You're beautiful."

The four words of your son are not an exaggeration to say that they are fooling.

Shen Jing's demeanor became presumptuous, standing on tiptoe to look at him at eye level, and he had to take a serious look at those clear and moist eyes, "Tell me, how beautiful they are." ”

Zhou Lushen smiled, took a cigarette in his mouth, and replied to her very lightly, "The cheongsam is very flattering to you." ”

Perhaps it was the pleasure of being praised, and the more she smiled, the more she smiled.

Zhou Lu raised his arm solemnly, motioned for the cigarette in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and asked her to stand far away.

Shen Jing is very knowledgeable and will not get too close to Zhou Lushen, this conscious sense of distance makes him feel comfortable.

She turned around with a smile, "Tomorrow at 10 o'clock, see you or leave." ”

Twisting a soft waist somehow, the tassels of the cheongsam seem to have swayed like a soul.

At the end of the corridor, she only left her back.

What to say, good young girl.

The taste of smoke in the mouth has a silky sweet taste.

"Second son, is the cigarette in your hand the same as the world?" She also asked.

Zhou Lushen turned his head into the elevator and didn't answer her words.

Yes and the world.

For Zhou Lushen.

Shen Jing's deliberate approach, just like the female companion who was by his side in the past, the means were inconspicuous, the only difference was probably to see through her ambition and purpose at a glance, and the tone of Wu Nong's soft words was directed at him.

Zhou Lushen thought about it at the time, and rushed to him, what did he come to for, to make her popular, in terms of his identity, it was not simple.

So, at the night of the Peninsula Wine Bureau, I thought that Shen Jing was drinking red wine so recklessly, it should be very good wine, but I didn't expect her to be confused after just a sip, and took the initiative to climb his neck and say that it was hot, and I had to hug him.

Zhou Lushen didn't push it away, pinching her soft waist, "With me?" ”

She nodded obediently and kissed him by the throat, "Follow you." ”

Out of instinct, Zhou Lushen pushed her away and didn't kiss her at all, and out of desire, he hugged her in his arms and lived in the presidential suite upstairs, so he had the idea of raising her.

But Shen Jing didn't accept his card, which made him have no good impression of Shen Jing.

Zhou Lushen really couldn't understand, even if Lu Siyuan slept on his bed, he still didn't have any feelings for Lu Siyuan, in terms of figure, Lu Siyuan's mature woman type, superb, outstanding posture What do you want, in terms of obedience, Lu Siyuan is not bad, there are always all kinds of tenderness squandered on him to please him, maybe it is because he thinks that before Lu Siyuan fished him, there were countless sons and brothers in the circle who coveted her, even if she was tall, but in his hands, he still had less interest and hormonal impulses.

He understands that he was interested in Shen Jing at first sight, not love at first sight.

Shen Jing understands his straightforwardness and frankness, and she tacitly understands it.

But gradually, I found out that Shen Jing was the most ambitious one, and she came to ask for his heart.

High-end bureau.

Let him fall into love.

The monk's chanting stopped.

At this time, Shen Jing didn't notice the conversation between her ancestors and grandchildren, she watched Sister Fang peel the pine nuts carefully, followed the peeling, and after a few minutes, a small plate was put on the table, and she put it in front of Zhou Lushen, "I'm full, don't you taste it." ”