Taking a deep breath, Ren Yue calmed down, lifted the teapot on the table, regardless of whether it was his favorite Pu'er, just poured a full cup and drank it down.
"The girl is exhausted, and it's time to take a good rest, Xiao Er, go and call Chef Wen." Mr. Song Tao immediately took the conversation.
"Song...Mr. Songtao, Chef Wen is not here, he is taking care of Rou'er and sister at home." Zhu Zi had a bitter face and couldn't help laughing.
"Oh, that's it...then let the chef make some home-cooked dishes for us. I don't have high requirements, and the staple food is ordinary white rice." Mr. Songtao pondered for a moment, and ordered Zhuzi.
"Yes, sir, please wait a moment, the younger one will make arrangements." The hanging heart of the pillar finally fell to the ground, and ran away like a rabbit.
When Ren Yue put down his cup again, the dishes hadn't been served yet. He slowly smoothed his sleeves, and turned to Mr. Songtao calmly, "Teacher, Ren Yue is rude and left first. We have been under the care of Wen's family. Now that Miss Wen is ill, Ren Yue feels that he has to be both emotional and reasonable." Go check it out."
Although Ren Yue's voice was deep, it was extremely magnetic and lukewarm, as if nothing in this world could make him anxious.
"Go ahead and give my regards to Miss Wen as well." Mr. Songtao nodded. In fact, Mr. Songtao originally planned to visit after dinner, but now that Ren Yue suggested it, it was exactly what he wanted.
"Sir, I'll go back too. The student is rude." After hearing Ren Yue's words, Wen Ting also felt that the matter was a bit serious. As a member of the family, he should stay at home at this time.
"Well, let's go." Mr. Song Tao agreed.
With her husband's permission, Wen Ting followed Ren Yue closely, and flew out of the gate of Zuixianlou as if flying.
But as soon as Wen Ting left the Zuixian Tower, before Wen Ting had time to say a word to Ren Yue, he saw a cloud of snow-white clouds heading towards the sky.
"Let's just leave... Then what should I do..." Wen Ting looked at Ren Yue above Yingxue and muttered to himself.
Ren Yuefei's body was reflected on the snow. Galloping in the streets of Xianyang. Yingxue seemed to know her master's thoughts very well, she only regretted that she had not grown a pair of wings, her hooves were as healthy as snow, she stepped briskly on the icy stone road, the sound of her hooves galloped, the stone board didn't even have time to echo, it just turned into a hollow muffled sound, Dissipated far away.
I'm just a cook girl, what am I doing...
Ren Yue was on Yingxue's back, and the cold wind gently brushed his face.
Hesitant, self-deprecating, hesitant. After several struggles. Yingxue already slowly stopped in front of Wen's house.
"Yingxue. You've learned it badly." Ren Yue dexterously flew down, dressed in white like a butterfly, and gently stroked Yingxue's long and narrow cheek.
Yingxue glanced at Ren Yue arrogantly, then lowered her head. Not a word.
Ren Yue smiled shallowly, stood in front of the gate of Wen's house, smoothed his sleeves, and was about to reach out to knock on the door, but stopped in mid-air.
What am I doing... Ren Yue hesitated again.
A moment later, there was a soft, rhythmic knock on the door of Wen's house.
"Young Master Ren!" Mrs. Zhou hurriedly opened the door.
"I heard that Miss Wen is ill. The teacher asked me to visit." Ren Yue's face twitched slightly, and then he remained calm and calm. It's just a warm face, which is very beautiful.
"Mr. You Lao is thinking about it. I don't know what's wrong with this girl. You say that a girl insists on blocking Shitou's punch. The result is this appearance..." Zhou's voice was still trembling, and he forced a smile , took Ren Yue to the gentle boudoir.
This is a small room with few and simple furnishings. Apart from a wooden bed, there is a set of extremely simple tables and chairs, on which are the ordinary four treasures of the study. There is no dowry, no jewelry box, and no large wardrobe.
A girl's family is so clean.
Ren Yue looked around and sighed secretly in his heart.
In fact, his room is not so clean.
It is also a wooden bed, a set of tables and chairs, on which are displayed the Four Treasures of the Study.
It's just that his wooden bed is carved with nanmu, his desk and chair are spacious and exquisite, and his four treasures of study are all famous products.
But there is no wardrobe.
Because the maids and servants who serve him will take the clean and flat white clothes for him to replace every day.
Now in the gentle boudoir, although it is simple, Ren Yue has a sense of intimacy and familiarity.
Even during the Chinese New Year, when he lived in Wen's house for a short time, he had never stepped into the gentle boudoir because of his scruples. Now, he just entered in such a grandiose way. Moreover, this is the first time he has stepped into a girl's boudoir. .
"Mr. Ren, please sit down. I'll pour tea." At this time, Wen Shou was busy preparing the ingredients for the tonic in the kitchen. Seeing that Wen Rou was still asleep, Mrs. Zhou thought that Ren Yue was also a polite person, so he simply went to serve it with peace of mind. Tea is poured.
Ren Yue shook his clothes lightly, and sat casually by the gentle bed.
Gentle on the bed breathes steadily, but is extremely weak, her face has soft lines, and under the sunlight, it shows a trace of bright color, like delicate bone china, through the sunlight, you can see the thin light.
A small nose, standing stubbornly, a pointed chin, and thin cheeks.
When did this girl become so thin? I haven't seen you for a day! Or I have not been able to find out! Is it really very sick!
Ren Yue's heart trembled suddenly, a pain he had never felt before, slowly corroding his proud heart.
A white and clean arm unconsciously stretched out from under the quilt.
Ren Yue suddenly had an impulse: to diagnose the pulse.
He has read poems and books, and followed Mr. Songtao for a long time. He has learned the truth about Mr.'s talent, and he is also familiar with Mr.'s medical skills. People, Ren Yue used all kinds of acupuncture and moxibustion techniques properly. People who practice martial arts must know medical skills.
Three snow-white and slender fingers rested lightly on the slender wrist that was also as white as snow.
There was a burst of coldness.
Ren Yue frowned subconsciously.
A girl's body is so cold, it was a waste of her daily efforts to prepare meals, but she never thought that her body was so deficient!
how
A smooth pulse moved in Ren Yue's fingers, and Ren Yue's brows became more and more wrinkled.
How could he be injured so badly? This is clearly a fatal injury!
Where is the injury? Didn't I hear that he was only punched by Fang Dashi? That's not the case!
Ren Yue felt surprised, according to the results of his pulse diagnosis, Miss Wen seemed to have been pierced by something in her heart, and she was extremely worried, which Ren Yue could not understand.
What the hell happened! who brought a girl home. Hurt so badly!
"Young Master Ren, please have some tea." Zhou Shi entered the door at this moment, seeing Ren Yue's fingers pressing on the gentle arm, not only his face was sullen.
"Aunt Wen, Miss Wen..." Ren Yue just wanted to ask a question.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ren, the girl is fine. The doctor came to see her, and she just took the medicine, so she must be tired. The child Shitou didn't mean it. Some things are just so small. The girl will take care of her for a while! If the young master is fine, please go back and thank Mr. Songtao for us." Zhou said lightly.
"Oh, that's it. I'll visit you another day." I heard that the doctor has come. Ren Yue's heart was really up and down. It was obviously a severe injury after a serious injury, and he had a heart disease. Could it be that the doctor didn't diagnose it
However, since the Zhou family said so, Ren Yue didn't ask any more questions. He was always an outsider and had no relatives or reasons. Maybe the Wen family had unspeakable pain. It is also inevitable. Immediately, he also used the same words as Sheng Yaoshan, got up and said goodbye.
Before leaving, I glanced at the gentle desk. A line of elegant lowercase characters came into Ren Yue's eyes.
There are trees in the forest, and there are branches in the trees, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king does not know it.
A burst of dizziness hit Ren Yue's forehead, a strange feeling. Instantly occupied Ren Yue's heart.
A sentence in the Book of Songs clearly expresses the private grievances between men and women.
The most painful thing in the world is not the person you love, he doesn't love you, but you are in front of him, but he doesn't know that you love him all the time.
Ren Yue originally had the feeling of wanting to laugh. Could it be that this girl has taken a fancy to a boy from some family, and she is thinking of spring.
But immediately, the dizziness made him wake up a lot. In the dark, this sentence was more like saying to himself, you don't know if you are happy with you.
There is no sweetness, only helplessness, a touch of sadness in it.
It wasn't until he left the gate of Wen's house and the cool wind blew on his face again that Ren Yue realized that this girl can also read? He can still write!
When he looked up again, a familiar figure appeared evasively in front of the gate of Wen's house.
"Come out, I saw you." Ren Yue said loudly.
"Young Master Ren." Fang Dashi still hung his arms, with a mournful face, and appeared in front of Ren Yue.
"Perhaps, it's not appropriate for you to go at this moment." Ren Yue's voice was calm and his face was calm.
"I just want to know, how is she?" Fang Dashi almost wanted to hit a tree in despair.
"The doctor has seen it, it's okay, it will be fine after a few days of recuperation." Ren Yue comforted Fang Dashi through Zhou's words.
He knew that according to Fang Dashi's temperament, he would not intentionally hurt Wenrou.
"Let's go, sit over there." Ren Yue raised his head, and his eyes stopped in front of a wine shop not far from Wen's house.
"Okay." Fang Dashi was depressed in his heart, and he responded with a gulp.
In the private room of the restaurant, Ren Yue and Fang Dashi sat facing each other.
"Tell me, what happened?" Ren Yue's tone was still calm, but it felt as cold as ice.
"I... Master doesn't want me anymore." Fang Dashi was at a loss for words, pondered for a moment, and blurted out directly.
"Shitou, I never thought of abandoning you as a teacher." Wen Shouzheng's voice suddenly came from behind.
"Master!" Fang Dashi was startled.
At this time, shouldn't Wen Shouzheng take care of Wen Wen at home
"Don't worry, Ting'er is back and is helping to take care of her. I came out to pour out the medicine dregs. I saw you dodging all the time, so I followed you so far. It seems that you still don't understand the painstaking efforts of being a teacher!" Wen Shouzheng walked out long Take a breath.
Ren Yue sat between the two of them, not saying a word, just quietly listening to Wen Shouzheng speak slowly.