CHAPTER XIV

Silver frost covered the ground, and snow fell silently.

He Ming did not hold an umbrella, and his robe was stained with snow beads, which were of different shades.

Seeing this, Bai Zhi hurriedly stepped forward and took the medicine bag in He Ming's hand.

said that the person was found behind his back, and Song Lingzhi's eyes lowered: "He...... Brother He, why are you here? ”

Shen Yan was still looking at himself behind him, his gaze was like a shadow, as if he wanted to see through himself, I don't know how long Shen Yan had been standing, and whether he could see that his pen was the same as Zhao Xu.

Song Lingzhi was worried, she stepped forward quickly, tried to shake off the reluctant gaze behind her, and turned her head to look at the medicine bag in Bai Zhi's hand: "But my aunt owes peace?" ”

He Ming came back to his senses, and he smiled: "It's just an old problem, Song ...... Sister Song doesn't have to worry. ”

He turned to Shen Yan and arched his hand: "Young Master Yan." ”

The moon-white round-necked robe is expensive, Shen Yan bows his head, and his face does not change color and looks away.

Song Lingzhi didn't want to talk to Shen Yan more, so he only pulled He Ming and said, "Brother He, you come to the bookstore...... But what's the point? ”

He Ming had been here before, and this time he returned, but it was just for pen and ink.

Song Lingzhi was surprised.

It stands to reason that the pen and ink at home will be purchased by a special person and then sent to each hospital.

The previous worry became true, and Song Lingzhi's eyebrows were slightly closer: "But the next person is snubbing Brother He, if this is the case, I will make peace with ...... when I go back."

He Ming explained repeatedly: "Sister Song misunderstood, she was in charge with all her heart, and what she sent was Baomo Mingyan. ”

Only he learns calligraphy on weekdays, and ordinary ink inkstones can be used, so there is no need to spoil the treasure ink.

Song Lingzhi only smiled when he heard it: "If Brother He's handwriting is ruined, then what about mine?" ”

He Ming blushed as soon as he was in a hurry, and he hurriedly gave up his hand: "Sister Song's words are naturally good, I just, just ......"

When the words fell, I suddenly saw that the shopkeeper sent pen and ink, which He Ming was used to in the past.

Only this ink, but Bai Zhi paid the silver money first.

He Ming clenched the thin money bag in his sleeve and was embarrassed: "Sister Song......"

Song Lingzhi bent his eyes: "Brother He, I have something to ask you for." My grandmother believed in Buddhism, and I thought about copying a few volumes of scriptures for her, but my handwriting was really unsightly. Now I want to ask Brother He to help me copy a few volumes, these pen and ink Brother He will use first, if it is not enough, just tell me. ”

The girl's apricot eyes are like autumn water, reflecting a faint smile, like a boundless scene.

He Mingne nodded: "...... Good. ”

The long street is full of cars and horses, and the sky is still like rubbing cotton wool. Song Lingzhi didn't want to go back with Shen Yan: "I'll go back with Brother He, I've been unsafe in the past few days, and I haven't gone to visit my aunt......"

Before he could say anything, he suddenly saw Bai Zhi walking quickly, and saluted Song Lingzhi and He Ming, Bai Zhi hesitated on his face: "Girl, Mr. Yan, please come over." ”

Song Lingzhi's smile faded: "Isn't it a holiday today?" ”

And this morning, Song Hanyuan went to sea for a long trip, and Mrs. Song also said early that Song Lingzhi didn't have to go to the academy to study today.

Bai Zhi smiled far-fetched: "It's true that it's a ten-month holiday, and the slave maid also explained it like Mr. Yan." Only he said, he said......" Bai Zhi lowered his head, his voice as thin as a mosquito, "I don't practice ten days a day*, and, and...... Diligence redeems stupidity. ”

The Qibao incense car slowly disappeared from view, melting into the vast snow.

He Ming stood with his hands in his hands, and thin drops of snow fell on his eyelashes, and then disappeared completely.

A small servant brought a carriage and asked He Ming to board it, which was explained by Song Lingzhi.

He Ming smiled gently: "Thank you for your kindness for me, but I still have something to do, so I won't go back home for the time being." ”

The little guy took the order and left.

For a while, there were only passers-by left on the long street.

He Ming held the medicine bag in his left hand, and walked unhurriedly, seemingly aimlessly, until he turned around a remote alley-

Suddenly it was dark in front of him, and someone rushed out of the corner, disgusting and smelling of alcohol: "Raised by a girl, Lao Tzu finally found you!" ”

After He's father lost all his family property, he fled all the way, and later heard from others that his wife took his adopted son to the Song family. What a person in the Song family, the rich party, the golden window and jade threshold.

He squatted in front of the Song Mansion for a few days, and finally figured out the time when He Ming left the mansion. Eating drunk and oversleeping last night, He's father thought he had missed it, but he never thought that He Ming hadn't returned home yet.

Father He's right hand wrapped around He Ming's neck and tightened it: "Now I don't want you to give me a pension for the elderly, as long as you send me some money every month." The one surnamed Song didn't treat you badly, I saw it just now, if you don't have any money, I'll go find that dead girl......"

His eyes were suddenly punched heavily, and Father He was caught off guard, and he stepped back again and again, covering his eyes and roaring, "You dare to hit me!" You unfilial son, I will definitely go to the government to sue you......"

Another punch.

Father He was lying on his back, only to feel that there were stars in his eyes, he had never seen such a side of He Ming.

He lifted the back of Father He's neck, his eyes were ruthless, where was the usual gentleness and humility: "When I went to study in the academy, did you also beat my mother like this?" ”

……

It was already the time of the palm lamp, and a azure figure appeared under the eaves of the corridor.

The maid hurriedly took the medicine bag from He Ming's hand and pulled up the orangutan felt curtain for him: "Madame has been talking about Gongzi for a long time, Gongzi go and take a look." ”

He Ming said softly: "Did my mother take the medicine before, does the injury on her shoulder still hurt?" ”

It was beaten by He's father before, and He's mother never said that the old injury recurred the day before yesterday, and Fang missed it in front of He Ming.

The room is warm and fragrant, accompanied by a faint smell of medicine.

He Shi was lying on the couch on her back, and when she heard He Ming's voice, she hurriedly got up: "Is He Ming back?" ”

He Ming stepped forward, helped his mother sit up, and ordered the maid to bring a green satin pillow, carefully avoiding the wound on He's shoulder.

He bent his eyes and smiled: "Mother is no longer in pain." ”

After the words fell, he patted the back of his hand again, "But have you had dinner?" Previously, Miss Song gave a bowl of cherry crisp, and your mother knew that you liked to eat it, so she kept it for you. ”

He Ming replied, "Okay."

The smile in the corner of He's eyes deepened: "Miss Song is kind and kind to others, I heard that I am sick, and she even asked people to send bird's nest and ginseng during the day." ”

She carefully examined He Ming's face, "You tell the truth to your mother, do you think...... How is Miss Song? ”

…… Song Lingzhi.

He Ming's eyes were in a trance, and he remembered that during the day in the bookstore, the girl's eyes were bright and bright, and she was looking forward to it. Knowing that he was embarrassed, there was not much money left after grabbing the medicine, so she hurriedly found a reason to let herself copy the scriptures, and she had a good excuse to send her pen and ink.

Such a seven-pronged exquisite heart......

He Ming lowered his head and hooked his lips and chuckled two or three times: "Sister Song, you are excellent." ”

He's eyes lit up: "The old lady Song and I mentioned a granddaughter's family affair before, and also asked you a lot of things, and I think I like you." If you like it, how about your mother asking you to marry you? Although our family is now in decline, the number of courtesies that should be due is indispensable, and we must not treat people badly. ”