Jiang Shu still remembers that when he was a child, his grandfather invited him to have the best calligraphy masters in Haicheng. After a class, what mattered was not money, but favors.
She had sneaked in once, and Fu Shiyan was distracted twice out of three times, as if everything was more interesting than the pen and ink in front of him.
Jiang Shu saw that he didn't like to study, so he secretly took him out to play.
The teacher was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.
But there is no way, Fu Shiyan is a rare talented player, even if he is half-experienced, he is still better than someone who has studied professionally for more than ten years.
Until now.
Iron paintings and silver hooks make the clouds and flowing water flow.
Jiang Shu was hugged by him from behind, his right hand was held by him, and he held the pen down, and the artistic conception of calligraphy suddenly came out.
"The most important thing in writing is to have a calm mind. When the mind is not calm, you will not be able to write well whatever you want to write."
The two were very close and could feel the heat on each other's bodies. Jiang Shu felt a little uncomfortable, "Can I understand that everything today is a disguised threat?"
Fu Shiyan led her to get wet again, "I told you last time that Yu Jiazhi's father came out. Don't forget, this premise is Wen Yuan's pillow talk. She still stays in Jiangcheng well and stays with that person.
If they want to plan something with Brother Hua, who will be the first to do it?"
Jiang Shu was silent for a moment.
It was naturally the best choice for her to stay in the Wen family. Fu Shiyan was strong enough, so they didn't dare to do anything easily, so they could only touch the most important person to each other.
Lao Jiang must be the first.
She became even more silent.
Fu Shiyan knew that she had guessed it, so he didn't press any further and suddenly said, "Putao fell down this morning."
Jiang Shu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned around and pushed him away, "Where did you fall? Is someone okay? Is it serious?"
Fu Shiyan took a few steps back, glanced at the blurred pen and ink that fell on the rice paper, and slightly curled his lips.
"Early in the morning, I followed the servant to feed the little wolf she had raised. When I was going down the steps, I accidentally bumped my knee and skinned it. It was fine. After bandaging it, I started playing wildly in the yard again."
Fu Shiyan almost couldn't laugh or cry when he thought of that scene.
Jiang Shu was very serious, "Has it been disinfected? Have you put a band-aid on it? Has she cried?"
Such tension and worry are the heartache of a mother. Just thinking about it makes her feel uncomfortable to death.
"It's okay, don't worry."
"You can find a chance to bring her to me tomorrow."
"Xiao Shu." Fu Shiyan suddenly said, "Look at how you look now."
Jiang Shu was stunned and frowned, unable to relax for a long time.
"We are all parents, so we naturally have more concerns and worries about our children. I believe Wen Jing and Jiang Lingyu also have the same worries about you."
His voice was gentle and caring.
Jiang Shu turned around and said nothing.
"Back then, Wen Jing failed to start his own business and had three children. He was the only one who kept you by his side. You..."
"That's because Wen Yuan and Wen Qiushi are not their children." She interrupted immediately.
"Then you have recovered your memory now. You should remember their tolerance and love for you back then, otherwise you would not become that lively and innocent little one."
Jiang Shu couldn't deny this.
"They never gave up looking for you after you disappeared, right?"
Of course she knew that they had been deceived by Song Youran in the past two years, and the pain of searching for a girl for so many years was real.
But she just can't forgive...and will subconsciously make malicious assumptions.