The ground was covered with silver frost and the snow fell silently.
He Ming did not hold an umbrella, and his robe was stained with snow beads of varying depths.
Bai Zhi saw this and hurried forward to take the medicine bag from He Ming's hand.
After being discovered, Song Lingzhi lowered his eyes and said, "He... He brother, why are you here?"
Shen Yan was still looking at him from behind. His gaze followed him like a shadow, as if he wanted to see through him. He didn't know how long Shen Yan had been standing there, and whether he could see that his brushstrokes were exactly the same as Zhao Xu's.
Song Lingzhi was worried. She quickly stepped forward, trying to shake off the gaze that was chasing her from behind. She tilted her head to look at the medicine bag in Bai Zhi's hand and asked, "Is my aunt not feeling well?"
He Ming came back to his senses. He smiled and said, "It's just an old problem. Sister Song... Sister Song, don't worry."
Then he turned to Shen Yan and bowed: "Master Yan."
Shen Yan was wearing a moon-white round-collared robe with an elegant collar. He nodded and looked away without changing his expression.
Song Lingzhi didn't want to talk to Shen Yan any more, so he just pulled He Ming aside and said, "Brother He, you came to the bookstore... but what's the important matter?"
He Ming had been here before, and he returned this time just for writing.
Song Lingzhi was surprised.
Normally, the pens and ink in the house would be purchased by a special person and then delivered to each courtyard.
The previous worry came true. Song Lingzhi frowned slightly and said, "But the servants neglected Brother He. If this is the case, I will definitely go back and..."
He Ming explained repeatedly: "Sister Song misunderstood. The manager is dedicated and sent precious inkstones."
As long as he practices calligraphy on a daily basis, an ordinary inkstone will suffice, there is no need to waste such precious ink.
Song Lingzhi just laughed and said, "If Brother He's handwriting is ruined, what about mine?"
He Ming blushed when he was anxious, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Sister Song's handwriting is naturally good, I just, just..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shopkeeper suddenly brought him some writing brushes and ink, which were the ones He Ming was used to using in the past.
Bai Zhi was the first to pay for this piece of ink.
He Ming clutched the thin purse in his sleeve and said in embarrassment: "Sister Song..."
Song Lingzhi curved his eyes and said, "Brother He, I have something to ask you for help. My grandmother is a Buddhist, and I want to copy a few volumes of scriptures for her, but my handwriting is really not good enough. Now I want to ask Brother He to help me copy a few volumes. Brother He, please use these pens and ink first. If it is not enough, just tell me."
The girl's pair of almond-shaped eyes were as bright as autumn water, reflecting a faint smile, like an endless beautiful scene.
He Ming nodded hesitantly: "...Okay."
The long street was crowded with cars and horses, and the sky was still as white as cotton. Song Lingzhi was unwilling to go back with Shen Yan: "I'll go back with Brother He. I haven't been feeling well these days, so I haven't been to visit my aunt..."
Before she could finish her words, she saw Bai Zhi walking towards her quickly. She bowed to Song Lingzhi and He Ming, and said hesitantly, "Miss, Mr. Yan wants you to come over."
Song Lingzhi's smile faded: "Isn't today a ten-day holiday?"
Moreover, Song Hanyuan went on a long sea voyage this morning, and Old Madam Song also said early on that Song Lingzhi did not need to go to the academy to study today.
Bai Zhi smiled with a forced smile: "It is indeed a ten-day holiday. I explained it the same way to Mr. Yan. But he said, he said..." Bai Zhi lowered her head and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "If you don't practice for a day, you will be useless for ten days. And, and... hard work can make up for lack of talent."
The Qibao Fragrant Carriage slowly disappeared from sight and blended into the vast snow.