Returning to his former study room, Duan Yanghong took out a stack of paper from the bottom corner of the bookcase, "Look at these words. The words in the front look like they were written by someone who just learned to write, but the words in the back look like they were written by me.

Who put this here?"

Song Xixi took the pile of practice papers filled with words, her fingers holding the paper turned slightly white, she turned a few pages, her eyes flickering.

After a moment, he raised his head and smiled shyly, "I'm making you laugh. These bad words are... written by me, and the rest are written by you yourself."

"What do you mean?" Duan Yanghong looked at her lightly.

Song Xixi lowered her eyebrows and said, "Duan Yanghong really forgot something. When I first arrived at your house, my handwriting was not good. You taught me to write in person. I collected these copybooks. Later we went to the General's

I didn’t want to throw away the house, so I put it here.”

"Didn't you say before that you started reading and writing when you were six years old? Why can't you write well?" Duan Yanghong asked.

Song Xixi paused for a moment and then said, "When I was a child, I was playful and only loved reading and not practicing calligraphy. My parents said it didn't matter whether a girl's handwriting was good or not, so they didn't impose strict requirements on me. Later, when I came to you, you

Seeing that my handwriting was not good, he personally taught me."

Some trance-like images flashed through Duan Yanghong's mind, as if he and a girl were sitting in the study. He held her hand and taught her to write stroke by stroke, and asked her to write the same thing as him.

However, the scene flashed by, as if it had happened or as if he had imagined it. Did he really teach Song Xixi to write?

"Why don't I remember?" Duan Yanghong frowned. Did he really lose a memory?

Song Xixi had beautiful eyes and said softly, "Maybe you have been working too hard recently. Besides, these little things are not important. Just forget about it."

After she finished speaking, she added hurriedly, "Neither the housekeeper nor I knew you had come to our old home. The housekeeper is leading his servants all over the world to look for you. You'd better go back quickly."

Duan Yanghong nodded, put the paper back under the bookshelf, and walked out.

Returning to the Burmese general's exclusive house, Momo came back from the outside sweating profusely, "Where is General Duan? Have you found General Duan?"

"Shh." Song Xixi made a silent gesture, then took out a towel to wipe the sweat on Momo's forehead, "General Duan is reading documents in the study, and it's time to have dinner soon. Don't always

The whirring has disturbed General Duan, and the housekeeper will scold you later."

"Just find it." Momo sighed, "With my temper, I shouldn't be taking care of General Duan. Otherwise, if I make a mistake someday, I can do some hard work. Let me go back to my old house.

I am willing to guard an empty house."

"When people go to higher places and water flows to lower places, can you be successful?" Song Xixi said.

Momo shrugged and asked again, "Where did General Duan go?"

Song Xixi said softly, "I'm going to the lady's former room."

Momo's eyes widened, "Did General Duan remember Miss?"

Song Xixi frowned, looked at the closed door of the study, and hurriedly pulled Momo to the corridor to talk, "General Duan didn't remember, so don't talk nonsense."

Momo looked sad, "General Duan didn't remember why he went to the former lady's room. In fact, he still has the shadow of the lady in his heart. I said, General Duan likes the lady so much, how could he completely forget the lady?"

Song Xixi pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Xixi, why don't we tell General Duan about the young lady? It would be a pity that such deep feelings have been forgotten." Momo choked.

"No." Song Xixi blurted out and said sternly, "This is Mr. Duan's intention. Madam also specifically asked us not to mention Miss in front of General Duan. Have you forgotten that?

This is the master's business. Although we are living a prosperous life now, we are not in the same class as them. How can we servants make our own decisions about such things? What if it ruins Mr. Duan's business? Mr. Duan does this.

It must be for the good of General Duan."

"Oh." Momo saw that Song Xixi said it so seriously, so she just responded bitterly and didn't dare to mention it again.

In the evening, at twelve o'clock, Duan Yanghong was still reading documents. Song Xixi was keeping watch, and the housekeeper was outside the room. Duan Yanghong told them not to keep watch and go back to rest.

Song Xixi left quickly and left General Duan's study, but did not return to her resting place. Instead, she walked along the path to her former home.

The house that had witnessed the love between Xiao Xi and Duan Yanghong was now empty, with only a few servants left guarding it. The guards all knew Song Xixi, and when they saw it was her, they hurriedly and respectfully invited her in.

Song Xixi asked them not to follow her and went into Duan Yang Hong's study alone.

The moonlight was bright outside, and the lights in the corridor were brightly lit. Although the study room was dim but not dark, Song Xixi walked under the bookshelf without turning on the light, groped around, and found the pile of practice papers.

He turned his head and looked out the window, then took the lighter and washbasin, turned on the lighter, and lit the exercise paper filled with words.

The flames quickly jumped up and burned in the brazier. The firelight reflected Song Xixi's deep face red. She put the idiots in one by one. She felt uneasy but did not hesitate at all.

"Xixi, what are you doing?" Momo suddenly opened the door and ran in, shouting in shock, "What did you burn?"

Song Xixi was frightened. In a panic, she put the whole pile of paper into the brazier, and thick smoke suddenly came out.

Momo ran over, regardless of the intensity of the fire, took out all the practice papers, put them out on the ground, looked at them for a few times, and said in surprise, "These are the calligraphy exercises that Miss practiced, why did you burn them?"

After a moment of panic, Song Xixi quickly calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Today the general came to the study to look for something. When he saw these copybooks, he asked me who wrote them?"

"You were afraid that he would think of Miss, so you burned all these papers?" Momo frowned, "Why did you do that?"

Song Xixi said angrily, "Why do you think I did this? Mr. Duan worked so hard to make General Duan forget about Miss. How can we make General Duan remember her? I am doing this for General Duan's benefit."

Momo frowned and looked at her. Song Xixi said something plausibly and she couldn't refute it, but she always felt that something was wrong.

She put the exercise papers away, folded the half-burned ones, and kept them. She whispered, "I know you are right, but if General Duan thinks of Miss because of these copybooks, it means God doesn't want General Duan to do anything."

Forget it, let’s not worry about it, okay?”

Song Xixi sighed and said, "If Miss can come back, I also hope that General Duan can think of Miss. They are happy together, just like before. But Miss will not come back. If General Duan thinks about it, he will not be in pain every day."

Is it right? This is Mr. Duan’s painstaking efforts, and we should understand.”
Chapter completed!