The sky was dark, Qingying followed Jiang Lingyu, and Wen Qiushi had long disappeared.
"After all, she is the one who has raised her for many years. Parents, don't take her seriously."
The two elders held hands, both feeling the same sadness, "I feel very happy to see Xiaoxiao like this."
Wen Jing sighed: "She is filial and persistent. Thinking about everything she has done before, she is also courageous. She is my daughter Wen Jing."
The more he spoke, the more sonorous and powerful he became.
Qingying nodded and asked tentatively: "Go back and rest?"
Wen Jing's eyes fell on the man smoking under the magnolia tree. His eyes seemed to have weight, and just one glance made people breathless.
"Uncle Wen." Fu Shiyan said respectfully and promptly put out his cigarette.
"The kid Jiang Zhou is in a good mood. If he wants, he can stay with the Wen family so that he doesn't have to bear any psychological burden."
The smile on Fu Shiyan's face flickered slightly, "This is difficult."
"I know it's difficult, but for Xiaoxiao's sake, I'm willing to give it a try."
"You are still a young boy, your heart is as high as the sky, and you have your own ambitions and ideas, so don't force yourself."
"If he has any ambitions, ask him. I can help him."
The magnolia fell and rippled in the small pool.
"Don't worry, I will take care of you."
Wen Jing sighed and didn't speak for a long time. It was getting late and it was cold no matter what. He waved his crutch to signal that he was leaving.
Jiang Shu came out of the room and saw Wen Jing's slightly stooped figure walking further and further into the night on crutches.
Fu Shiyan raised his head under the tree and bumped into her.
"I feel that now it's a bit like when I was in Ming Yuan. It's incredible. All the important people are around me."
The room was warm, Jiang Shu put one hand on the table and laughed lightly.
She pulled up her long hair in half and pinned it with a hosta as delicate as suet. She held a brush in one hand and wrote on the snow-white rice paper.
That way, it looks a bit boring.
This house has everything. Jiang Lingyu has set up a study room for her. The objects here are often bought from auctions and are of great value.
But since moving in, Jiang Shu has never come in once. This is the first time.
Fu Shiyan's slender figure was half leaning against the door, his face was backlit and his expression could not be seen.
"They are trying to be nice to you."
"I know." Jiang Shu replied quickly with one stroke. She raised her head and said, "I'm deliberately trying to please you, and I'm planning on Lao Jiang. Why can't it be considered a good idea?"
She is angry.
That's why I called Lao Jiang daddy in front of the two of them just now, even though they didn't need this false name between them.
Fu Shiyan walked up to her and stared at her handwriting for a while: "Why did you suddenly think of practicing calligraphy?"
Then he curled his lips and said, "It's still the same as a ghost drawing amulet."
Jiang Shu actually writes well, but he just can't use a brush well. He was not good at learning in the past, and he still is not good at it now.
Jiang Shu became even more angry and threw the brush on the rice paper.
"I know your handwriting looks good, so why are you showing off your sense of superiority?"
Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows.
That writing brush was an object from a hundred years ago, and the price at auction would not be less than one million. She dropped it just as she said it would.
Fu Shiyan hummed, "It must be the problem with the pen. Let's change it."
As he said that, he picked out a saffron-colored phoenix-like writing brush from the pen holder and brushed it a few times. The pen was light and easy to hold, "How about this one?"