Chu Qing suddenly stood up and grabbed the thick envelope.
The letter from Beijing is still a letter from Tao Ruolin.
Chu Qing grabbed the letter and ran back to the bedroom, not even letting Fu San in.
Letters need to be read by one person.
Whether it's lovesickness or chores, an ordinary piece of paper, a few words, even a simple greeting, just a few words can last a day, and when you miss them, they will unfold. Each word represents something.
memories.
This is a letter, but in later generations, various instant messaging software, chatting hundreds of messages a day, with various expressions, are meaningless. After a few days, they are all deleted without any nostalgia.
Letters with few words will be kept for several years and read over and over again, even if they are memorized.
Software with a lot of words will be deleted in three or two days. Scan through ten lines at a glance. Hello, do you have anyone? Take a photo. Go to bed early. I love you.
The envelope was very thick. Chu Qing nervously wiped his hands on his trouser legs. In such a thick envelope, he didn't know how much Tao Ruolin's thoughts were written.
Slowly taking out the thick letter paper, Chu Qing was dumbfounded.
Not letter paper, but drawing paper.
Chu Qing, who had questions all over his head, slowly unfolded the drawing paper, and then his face was filled with confusion.
Not a word, not even a punctuation mark.
After spreading the drawing paper, Chu Qing smiled, a smile that made him laugh or cry.
A painting, a bust of Tao Ruolin, lifelike.
The most important thing is that this painting is a picture of someone leaving a bath. It is like a picture of someone coming out of a bath, holding a pipa and half covering their face. With their backs turned sideways, nothing can be seen, but it arouses endless reverie.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
I have to say that the two of them are really well matched. It must be the luckiest thing for Chu Qing to meet Tao Ruolin in his life.
There was no word, just a painting, a picture of a beautiful woman taking a bath. Chu Qing felt that Tao Ruolin understood him better than he knew himself. He didn't write any words, but said everything.
A painting is enough to evoke lovesickness, and this painting is also very exciting, and it is the favorite of old-timers.
Looking at the painting, every bit of Beijing comes to mind.
A quarter of an hour later, Chu Qing carefully put the drawing paper away, feeling very good.
Not only because of the painting, but also because I met a woman who understands me better than myself.
Putting the painting in the box under the bedside, Chu Qing walked out humming a tune with his hands behind his back.
Seeing Chu Qing's smiling face, Fu San asked curiously: "Master, what did the eldest lady write to you? You are so happy."
"I didn't write anything, I just drew a picture, hahahaha, a full-length portrait of Tao Ruolin."
Happiness needs to be shared. Chu Qing had an expression you know: "It's a very exciting painting. It's the kind that only I can see. Anyone else who looks at it will be killed by me, haha."
Fu San's eyes burst out with an inexplicable look, and a trace of confusion flashed across his face.
Looking at Chu Qing, Fu San hesitated and asked, "Who painted this painting for the eldest lady?"
Chu Qing was stunned and couldn't laugh anymore.
Fusan struck again: "I never heard that Bihua can paint."
Chu Qing's good mood was wiped out.
"Um..." Fu San scratched his head: "Master, I'm not full, so I went to eat."
Fu San left scratching his head. The third brother's question was too sharp, and Chu Qing was left alone in the wind.
"Well, yes, Tao Ruolin has an excellent memory. She must have posed the shape in front of the bronze mirror, then remembered it in her mind, and finally drew it by herself based on memory."
Chu Qing kept nodding his head and said to himself: "Yes, yes, it must be like this. Don't think too much, it's just like this."
After making up the picture in his mind, the more Chu Qing thought about it, the more he felt that if this was really the case, Tao Ruolin... seemed a bit der.
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Changjing, Chu Mansion.
"You damn Chang Chengyou, if it weren't for your father, I would definitely kill you!"
Chu Wensheng was cursing and eating his rice. The fat chicken in front of him looked like Huang Laosi, and he was gnashing his teeth while eating.
The butler who became Mr. Hanshan Academy had no classes today, so he went back to the house and stood by to wait on him.
After looking at the angry Chu Wensheng, Bao Guisheng sighed silently.
Anyway, as long as he returns home, he can hear Chu Wensheng scolding him like a man.
The reason why I scolded him was because my precious son went to the border.
Even after Chu Wensheng returned to Beijing, the British Prince Feng Luo came to the mansion to explain to Lao Chu that it was the border pass where he asked Chu Qing to go, but Chu Wensheng still put the blame on Huang Laosi.
According to Lao Chu's understanding, if Lao Si hadn't made Chu Qing a bitch commander, Feng Luo wouldn't have noticed Chu Qing, and Chu Qing wouldn't have found out something, and in the end he wouldn't have left Beijing and gone to the border.
Chu Qing left on the first day of the new year, and Chu Wensheng came back on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. The father and son were separated.
"Sir, even if you scolded me, the young master has gone to the border. Didn't General Chen write a letter a few days ago, saying that the young master is acting like a big man in Wangyuan City. Even Ma Rujing is not willing to provoke him. Quanwang
In Yuancheng, everyone is pointing at the young master for dinner, so you can rest assured that the young master cannot bear the injustice."
"If you go to the border and suffer humiliation, that's where you suffer."
Chu Wensheng threw the chopsticks on the table and shouted angrily: "Qing'er has thin skin and tender flesh, just like a girl. Can you bear that kind of punishment? Damn Chang Chengyou."
, Feng Luo in the dog days, border gate in the dog days, that is my biological son, border gate, is that a place for people to stay! "
Butler Bao seemed hesitant to speak. After pouring a glass of wine for Lao Chu, he asked tentatively: "How about letting Huzi and the others go to the border to protect the young master?"
"What are you asking them to do? When they get to the border, whoever dares to make things difficult for Qing'er by mentioning my name, Chu Wensheng, will get tired of living."
Having said that, Chu Wensheng was still a little worried. He was silent for a while and murmured: "When I brought Huzi and the others back to the capital, I was afraid that after the new king came to the throne, he would make things difficult for Chang Ao and Qin Gang. Who would have thought?
This Chang Chengyou is not a wolf-hearted person..."
After thinking for a moment, Chu Wensheng nodded: "It's okay. Two hundred old wolf-catching soldiers can't protect Qing'er. Go ahead and look for Huzi after nightfall. Let them set off tomorrow.
Go to the border to find Qing'er and tell them that Qing'er lost a hair and I will beat them to death!"
"Okay, let's go at night, sir. Is that because I'm bringing someone with me, or..."
"Take it with you. Take the crossbow, Modao, and wolf armor with you. I won't write a letter anymore. Let them tell Qing'er that they can just come back from their dawdling days. His father and I are getting older. I don't know why recently.
My body was not feeling well, I couldn't get out of bed very slowly, and my hair was clumps of hair. I looked at the doctor, and I thought he might not be alive for a few years. He only had half a bowl of porridge and water at most during his daily meals, and he still longed for him to fulfill his filial piety in front of the bed.
Let him come back early, remember?"
Butler Bao had a disgusted look on his face, nodded, and then Chu Wensheng began to stuff the fat chicken into his mouth again, stuffing the third fat chicken.
"The fat chickens raised by Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs are so fragrant." Chu Wensheng wiped his mouth with the back of his hand: "Get two more."