Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but look back at the bamboo curtain behind several times, but couldn't see anything.
She involuntarily turned her body to the side so that she could be ready to face him at any time.
However, she held her chin with her hand and lowered her head quickly if he saw her.
She lay on the table and stared at the bamboo curtain opposite for a long time, expecting some movement from the other side, but there was only the occasional sound of paper rustling.
Zhao Linger frowned.
"Oh, I'm Zhao Ling'er, what am I afraid of!" Thinking of this, Zhao Ling'er stood up suddenly and slapped the table. What am I afraid of! He is not a tiger!
Zhao Ling'er opened the bamboo curtain and walked to the door of the cubicle where the boy was.
He paused for a second and forced himself to calm down.
She opened the bamboo curtain.
The young man turned his head naturally and looked at her.
Zhao Ling'er suddenly felt her face burning.
"Can you lend me a piece of paper?" Zhao Ling'er looked at the pile of papers in front of the boy and then at the boy.
The young man pulled one out from underneath and handed it to Zhao Ling'er.
His fingers are long and his hands are whiter than his face.
Zhao Ling'er took the paper and took two steps closer to him, staring at the book in front of him.
""Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" is an article written by Wang Bo." Zhao Ling'er said to herself.
The young man was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said softly: "Yeah."
The sound is very crisp.
Zhao Ling'er's heart trembled.
Zhao Ling'er looked at the young man's clean and tidy handwriting and read: "The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water and the sky are the same color. I like this sentence the most!"
The young man said nothing.
Zhao Ling'er said: "I haven't read this article for a long time. How about you give me a copy after copying it?"
Zhao Ling'er looked at the young man.
The young man's face turned red.
"Oh, no, no, no, just wait for me. I'll bring my paper and pen and copy with you." Before the boy could speak, Zhao Ling'er turned back to her cubicle and hurriedly picked up all her pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
to the boy's desk.
She and the boy knelt side by side, holding a piece of paper that the boy had written on in front of him, and copied it without waiting for the boy to say anything.
The young man looked at her, said nothing, and picked up the pen to continue copying his article.
Zhao Ling'er stopped the pen in her hand and looked at him openly.
The young man also put down his pen, looked at Zhao Ling'er, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Ling'er quickly turned around with a smile, picked up the pen again, and continued to copy.
Seeing that the boy had almost finished copying, and she had just started, Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but speed up, so the words became more and more colorful.
While Zhao Ling'er was writing furiously, the young man gently pushed the article he had copied in front of Zhao Ling'er and said, "I'll give this to you."
Zhao Ling'er took a sip of the tea in front of her, stopped the pen in her hand, and brought the papers in front of her.
The young man closed the book, stood up and said, "I'm leaving."
After saying that, he packed up his things and turned around to leave.
Zhao Ling'er froze in place, looking at what he had just written, ah! I forgot to ask his name!
She ran out in a hurry, but the boy was gone.
Zhao Ling'er returned to the compartment where the boy was just now and knelt down where he was. His scent seemed to linger in the space.
What is his name? Where does he live? What does he do?
Zhao Ling'er knew nothing.
The waiter came in to clean up, and Zhao Ling'er returned to her cubicle, packed her things and walked out of the teahouse.
After taking a breath of fresh air, Zhao Ling'er finally came back to her senses.
After thinking about it just now, she realized that the most important thing now was for Lin Waner to make the clothes quickly. Otherwise, how could she convince Chen Yuanyuan with her empty talk?
Seeing that it was getting dark, she suddenly remembered that she had to pick up A Yao.
He hurriedly called a carriage to go to the private school.
I heard the sound of reading loudly in the distance.
"If a child doesn't learn, it's not appropriate. If a child doesn't learn, what will the old do..." Hearing A Yao's distinctive voice, Zhao Ling'er smiled.
Just studying with my husband is still a bit lacking! I will take Ayao to buy some more books later, and if time permits, I will take her to see Li Heng.
Zhao Ling'er was thinking silently in her heart.
School is finally over.
Ayao ran towards Zhao Linger happily.
Zhao Linger picked her up and asked her if she was hungry.
A Yao pouted and said, "My stomach has been growling for a long time. Everyone else has snacks to eat, but I don't."
Just when Zhao Ling'er wanted to comfort her, A Yao then said, "But I ate all Li Zimo's snacks!"
Zhao Ling'er frowned: "Ayao, you can't bully your classmates! This is called private school bullying!"
Ayao shook his head and said: "I didn't bully him! He took the initiative to let me eat it! He said that as long as I like it, he will bring it to me every day in the future!"
Tsk tsk tsk!
There are people chasing such a small baby!
Zhao Ling'er curled her lips, and then thought of the young man again.
The moment he looked up at himself in the sun seemed to be frozen in time, imprinted in Zhao Ling'er's mind like a photo.
"Sister, please take you to buy some books first, and then take you to find your brother, okay?" Zhao Ling'er said to Ayao.
"Meet brother? Okay, okay! I want to go find brother! I want to go find brother!" Ayao became excited instantly and danced on the carriage.
"Ayao, be good! After seeing your brother, you should go home and sleep with your sister. Don't disturb your brother from working, you know?" Zhao Ling'er warned Ayao.