The study is located deep among the orchids, but the west window is off the main road, making it even more remote.
You have to make a large circle from the study door, and usually no one will come.
The west window originally faced several faint orchids, which was a private scenery for Zhu Yourong to hold his chin in a daze, or to be eye-catching when he was not practicing calligraphy.
But now, an unexpected guy appeared out of nowhere and saw her private scenery through the west window...
The bright sunshine shines through the gaps in the leaves and slants at the west window of Lanxuan's study.
It was also laid diagonally on the man and woman inside and outside the west window.
However, it did not melt the solid and awkward air. Instead, Zhao Rong felt that he had nowhere to hide, and everything was illuminated clearly.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would have been caught red-handed by someone.
By the way, if I say that I just came here and didn’t see anything, would you believe it?
At this time, the two people looked at each other.
Zhao Rong was stared at unblinkingly by the glaring eyes of the woman in Confucian robes. His expression was stiff. A moment ago, he quietly raised his right foot, ready to reach out to the side, but felt that he had nowhere to put it.
It doesn't mean falling down, nor does it mean running away without incident.
Zhao Rong suddenly wanted to raise his hand to touch his nose to relieve his embarrassment, but he quickly alerted and canceled this action.
Ahem, did you see anything weird again? Anyway, I didn’t see anything weird. I just touched my nose...
When Zhao Rong was thinking wildly, he was hunched over a desk in front of the desk in the west window... No... to be precise, he was pressing the case. Zhu Yourong, who was pressing the case, was tilting his head. His originally round eyes slowly recovered, and the ends of his eyes were narrow and beautiful.
Like two willow leaves in early spring.
The woman in scholar's shirt narrowed her eyes and carefully looked at the bastard's expression outside the window, not missing any sign.
Under Zhu Yourong's eyes that gradually became a little hair-raising, Zhao Rong knew that there was not much time left for him.
Then pretend you didn't see anything and say hello? Well, that's not bad. She won't be forced to ask why I'm blind, right?
He must have been suspicious and made an excuse first, and quickly ran back into the house to tie his chest, and hid the extra things here, and then came out to test him insinuatingly, but... I can kill him without admitting it, Zhu Yourong
You can't put a knife on my neck, can you? She is a woman and a gentleman in name only, so she must be embarrassed to say it clearly, so that's okay...
It's not a big problem if you just say hello more naturally. I'm good at it.
Zhao Rong felt that his thinking had never been so clear before, and he secretly praised his clever head.
In front of the west window, the young Confucian scholar suddenly smiled and said:
"Hey, what a coincidence, Zhu Yourong, are you here too?"
His tone was as ordinary as ever.
The woman in scholar's shirt stared at his smiling face, was quiet for a while, and nodded slightly.
The young Confucian scholar looked around and said in a somewhat surprised tone, "I didn't expect this road to lead here. I just knocked on your door and saw you didn't answer, so I took a detour..."
The woman in Confucian shirt remained calm, but her gaze on Zhao Rong was no longer so oppressive.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt that the pressure was greatly reduced, and he smiled brightly, "Haha, the sunshine here is so bright."
Zhu Yourong's expression suddenly changed.
Zhao Rong's eyes twitched and he waved his hands quickly, "No, no, I mean, the sun in the sky is brighter than it was a few days ago. It's big, big, and... square..."
The sound is getting smaller and smaller.
Zhu Yourong: "......"
Zhao Rong closed his mouth tightly.
Zhu Yourong took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell violently, and Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched.
The next second, she put down the brush with almost dry ink, straightened her upper body, and turned her back at the same time, so that no one could see too much of the round and square sun.
However, Zhao Rong could still see from the rear that the Confucian shirt on Zhu Yourong's body was obviously more compact than before, and it was stretched out in some places. However, the suddenly compact Confucian shirt also made her waist more slender and her shoulders clearer.
Round and smooth, with a slim back.
Zhu Yourong held the edge of the table with one hand and clutched his sleeves with the other. His back was to Zhao Rong, his face could not be seen, and he was quiet for a while.
I don’t know if the picturesque eyebrows are slightly frowned, or if the lips are bitten with white marks when they exhale?
Suddenly, a melodious and clear voice came from inside the window to the outside.
"Good morning, Zhao Ziyu, please don't run around again next time."
Zhao Rong's right foot finally landed on the ground. He nodded quickly and found that she was turning away as if he could not see her. His voice was serious and he said in a rare respectful tone: "Mr. Zhu, I was rude this time. Next time
Never dare again, even if the sun..."
Zhao Rong quickly stopped and wanted to slap his mouth several times, but he couldn't help but bring it up to the sun. What were he thinking about? Thinking about the sun? Thinking about...
Zhu You tolerated the urge to close the window. She raised her hand and pressed her chest. She lowered her eyes and remained silent. She didn't know what she was thinking.
Outside the window, Zhao Rong was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled brightly, "Zhu Yourong, haven't you finished writing the words on your case? Don't worry, don't worry about me now, you continue writing, I will walk around and enjoy the orchids.
."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped up and turned around, preparing to disappear for a while and give the woman in the room some "Zhou Xuan" time, such as... close the west window and shut out the sun...
Zhao Rong walked a few steps, looked around at the orchid-filled place, and then turned sideways onto a path.
"etc."
Suddenly there was another voice coming from the west window behind him.
Zhao Rong stopped, turned back curiously, and said, "What's the matter, Mr. Zhu? Um..."
His words paused.
I saw that in the west window not far away, Zhu Yourong, who had originally avoided his sight, had turned around and was facing Zhao Rong, looking at him with complicated eyes.
Zhao Rong coughed and was about to turn around again and say no to anyone who was disrespectful. However, the next second, the woman in Confucian robes in the west window suddenly said: "We will write the words later, Tzuyu, please come in first."
Zhao Rong was startled and glanced at her face.
Zhu Yourong's expression has returned to calmness, and she is facing his gaze as usual.
Zhao Rong said cryptically: "It's okay, I can wait a little longer, just in time to enjoy the orchids and cultivate my sentiments."
Zhu Yourong didn't speak, but at this moment, her eyes were magnanimous, her back was straight, and she was in a spectacular place with the right scenery, unabashedly exposed to the early morning sun, and reflected in Zhao Rong's bright eyes.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded.
Afterwards, Zhu Yourong went to the door to open the door, and led Zhao Rong into the study with a calm expression.
During this period, Zhao Rong had been looking at this woman who was not squirming with admiration. However, when he followed her into the house, Zhu Yourong's white neck and the ears stained by the morning glow still let him know that the woman in front of him was
Maybe it's not as generous and indifferent as it seems on the surface.
The two came to the desk.
Zhao Rong spoke directly, "Zhu Yourong, I took the liberty to come to your door today because it happened half a month ago. According to our agreement that day, we can come to your place for a cup of hot tea half a month ago. Now that the time is up... how are you prepared?"
Under his expectant gaze, Zhu Yourong remained silent for a moment, and then nodded lightly.
Zhao Rong curled his lips and was about to speak when the woman in front of him who made it difficult for him to look away raised her hand, "I have already obtained the well water, but... Ziyu, don't be anxious."
Zhu Yourong narrowed his eyes and smiled, turned around slowly, walked to the desk, raised his head and winked at him, with a teasing tone:
"Mr. Zhao helps You Rong teach two schools, which is a blessing. However, is there another student missing?"
Zhao Rong looked confused, "Who is it? Every time there is class, Yu Huaijin and Gu Yiwu say that everyone is here, and I have counted them every time..."
Gradually, under Zhu Yourong's playful gaze, Zhao Rong's voice gradually became smaller.
He looked at the quiet and elegant woman at the table speechlessly, and said with cupped hands: "Mr. Zhu is joking, I don't dare to take it seriously. Also, just call me Tzuyu. I can't bear the word 'sir'."
Zhu Yourong shook her head. She did not look at Zhao Rong, but stared at the still-dry ink on the desk.
"Tzuyu, don't be humble, and don't be as polite to each other as outsiders. You know, look around, calligraphy is in decline, and there are only a few people who share the same path. However, you can meet someone like Tzuyu who has such superb calligraphy."
... Yourong... is very happy, so don't shirk it anymore."
Zhu Yourong lowered his eyes and nodded as if affirmative.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and raised his hands again.
Zhu Yourong raised his head and smiled sweetly, "Tzuyu, come here and help me see if the word 'zheng' reflects your charm."
Zhao Rong walked to the table and stopped being coy and polite. The two of them got very close to each other and looked at the words together.
Zhu Yourong's meaning in his words just now is very simple, that is, the relationship between the two of them is just that of the same Taoist, and they can be regarded as 'fellow Taoists'.
Money is easy to come by, but a confidant is hard to find. She doesn't care about any woman. If Zhao Rong, a grown man, is embarrassed about this and that, he would be too petty. Besides, Zhao Rong has no idea of thinking in that direction.
You can do this with a clear conscience.
Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Yourong's words for a while and nodded slightly, "Shan. How long did it take you to write?"
Zhu Yourong said indifferently: "I forgot, I just kept writing and writing until I was satisfied... By the way, look at this character again, I always felt that it was not handled well, especially its dot method, and this
The word, its long apostrophe..."
When it comes to calligraphy, Zhu Yourong can't stop.
Zhao Rong looked around and saw that among the characters she pointed out, there were the characters 'Zhi', the complex character 'Qian', and so on.
Zhao Rong explained a bit and even gave a demonstration in the middle of the process. However, it was still a bit cumbersome to continue speaking word by word...
After two sticks of incense.
"Tzuyu, how should I deal with the horizontal strokes of this character? My idea is to be gentle and dangerous, but it just doesn't mean much. It seems that you have some understanding of the character, but you have never written this character before. I
I can only imitate your divine will and guess and fumble, but in the end I still can’t find the true meaning.”
In front of the desk, Zhu Yourong frowned, tapped another word with her green fingers and asked softly. She looked at Zhao Rong expectantly, her eyes bright.