Because she raised her head, her long and dense eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes. Wen Shaoqing looked at her flapping eyelashes and raised the corners of her lips silently. Was she nervous
In fact, Cong Rong's appearance is not the most beautiful among the women Wen Shaoqing has ever seen, but she is also considered a beauty. Her face is very aggressive, unlike the soft and gentle oriental beauties, there is always a bit of heroism in her eyebrows and eyes, which is rare for girls, but it has a different charm. There are very few girls with single eyelid eyes that are so big, and the pupils are light in color, so they look particularly bright, sparkling and charming. When Wen Shaoqing saw Cong Rong for the first time, she hadn't grown up yet, so she thought this girl was good-looking. When they saw her again, her drooping eyes and eyebrows were already very charming, enough to be called a woman.
Wen Shaoqing quickly came back to his senses, "Okay, I'll go out to catch you and let me come back to apologize to you. Take advantage of this time to take a shower, lest you be embarrassed when I come back."
It's okay not to mention it, but when it was mentioned, Cong Rong really started to feel embarrassed, coughed lightly, "Can I go home and wash?"
Wen Shaoqing nodded, "Yes, but you have to come back here before I come back. Do you have the key to my house? Open the door and come in after washing."
It was only then that Cong Rong remembered that Guang had been fighting with him these past few days, and forgot to return the key to him.
Cong Rong took a shower and Wen Shaoqing hadn't come back yet, so she was working overtime on the sofa with her computer in her arms. Click on the wireless connection, look at the messy wireless name inside, and think about sending Wen Shaoqing a wechat.
"Which one is your wireless?"
Wen Shaoqing replied quickly.
"26647664649269267449652676"
Cong Rong complained in his heart: Garbled characters? What kind of brain did he have, how did he remember it
"What's the password?"
"Password: 42633."
Cong Rong looked at the dialog box and really couldn't understand Wen Shaoqing. The account setting is so complicated, but the password is so simple. I knew I had tried it. Cong Rong started to go crazy after entering the wrong password several times.
"its not right!"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, so does the colon in front and the period in the back."
Cong Rong vomited blood, did you forget on purpose? How did your brain grow to come up with this kind of password.
Cong Rong threw away his mobile phone and started working overtime. It took a long time before he heard the sound of the door opening.
Let Yi let Yi enter the door and see Cong Rong seems to be stunned, standing in the porch and not daring to come in.
Cong Rong raised his head and glanced at it, but he was dressed in warm home clothes but had a cold expression on his face, "Escaping after a traffic accident shall be punished with imprisonment for not less than three years but not more than seven years."
Wen Shaoqing was closing the door, and laughed when he heard this sentence.
Cong Rong pursed his lips and Rang Yirang looked at each other for a few seconds, then turned his pen, "But you should be under the age of sixteen, forget it, forgive you." Then she looked at Wen Shaoqing, "It's cold outside what?"
Maybe it was because of staying outside for a long time, and when one person and one dog entered the door just now, they were covered with cold air.
"Well, it's cooling down again, wear more tomorrow." Wen Shaoqing nodded, watching her sitting on the sofa working overtime, "Why don't you go to the study?"
Cong Rong was a little embarrassed, "I'm afraid it will be inconvenient if you're not here, so I want to wait for you to come back."
Wen Shaoqing looked at her for a few seconds, "It's nothing inconvenient."
The siblings Cong Rong and Zhong Zhen are well-bred. Although Zhong Zhen is a little messy, he is very polite in dealing with people. Needless to say, Cong Rong, perhaps because of his professional relationship is sometimes a bit sharp, but he is very measured. It can be seen that the family is well taught. He suddenly wanted to meet her family and see what kind of family tradition would educate such siblings.
Cong Rong has been obsessed with Wen Shaoqing's study ever since he saw the hand-copied medical books at Zhong Zhen's. He had been here a few times before but had no chance. This time he finally had the chance to come in. As soon as he entered the study, his eyes were glued to the bookshelf.
Cong Rong pointed to the bookshelf, "Can I read it casually?"
Wen Shaoqing was lowering his head, putting bookmarks on the materials spread out on the desk and sorting them out, "Look."
The bookshelves are full of thick medical books. In the corner, there is a row of bindings that are different from other books. When you take them out, they are all hand-copied medical books, a whole row! There are probably dozens of books! On the yellowed paper, small letters are written neatly and beautifully. Cong Rong looked through the books, and saw that the words on the oldest few books were crooked, and the pictures were vague and far-fetched, as if they were written by a child. Small script is the most difficult thing to wear patience, I don't know how a child can be patient and persevere. Later, the fonts became more diverse, such as running script with flowing clouds and flowing water, antique official script, and cursive script with dragons and snakes swimming around.
It was only then that Cong Rong realized that the handwriting of these dozens of books had changed a little bit. Maybe he started copying when he first learned to write calligraphy? In the later period, the handwriting is wanton and beautiful, which shows that the foundation is profound.
Cong Rong looked back at Wen Shaoqing, raised the book in his hand, "Did you copy it all?"
When Wen Shaoqing saw the writing on it, he probably thought of something, and smiled helplessly, "Well, it's all a history of blood and tears. When I was mischievous when I was young, I would be punished by my elders to copy medical books, and I have accumulated a lot in more than ten years."
"When was the last time you copied?"
"The last time...was after applying for the college entrance examination." He remembers very clearly that at that time, his grandfather wanted him to study Chinese medicine, but he chose to apply for clinical practice. Grandpa Wen was so angry that he punished him to copy medical books for a whole summer vacation in his study. During the longest summer vacation in his student days, he spent it with the sound of cicadas chirping and pens, inks, papers and inkstones.
Cong Rong flipped through the pages, "Why didn't you copy later? Don't make any more mistakes?"
Wen Shaoqing paused, "No, it's a different punishment."
Cong Rong caught a trace of abnormality from his expression, and asked with interest: "What is the punishment?"
Wen Shaoqing's expression suddenly became subtle, and he coughed lightly, avoiding her sight, "I'll tell you later."
The item of changing the penalty really made Wen Shaoqing, an upright man, hard to say. It is no longer a history of blood and tears, but a history of humiliation.
Cong Rong looked more and more reluctant to let go, seeing a flicker of flattery in Wen Shaoqing's eyes, and said a little embarrassedly: "Can you give me a copy?"
Wen Shaoqing didn't expect her to be interested in this, "You like this?"
"Well... I saw it once at Zhong Zhen's place. I asked him for it, but he refused."
Wen Shaoqing thought about it for some reason, raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly, "This is a bride price I saved since I was a child, and if you take my things, you have to marry me."
"No more." Cong Rong's face turned cold all of a sudden, she didn't like Wen Shaoqing joking with her like this, especially if he still had someone he liked.
Wen Shaoqing stopped teasing her, "I'm just kidding, don't be angry, take whichever you like."
The anger in Cong Rong's eyes has not yet faded, "No more, I have to work overtime, so go and do it too."
Wen Shaoqing seemed to have noticed something, and quickly came out of the study without saying a word, sat down on the sofa and beckoned to come over.
Wen Shaoqing looked at it with a sullen face for a while, "Don't suddenly come out to scare her in the future! You can't play around! She is afraid of you in the first place, and she will give you to the dog meat seller if she is so reckless in the future!"
I don't know if Rang Yirang understood, so he whimpered and fell to the ground.
After Wen Shaoqing finished speaking, he stood up and was about to take a bath. After walking a few steps, he remembered something. He retreated and knelt down, rubbing his hands on Yiyi's ears, "Also, if we quarrel in the future, you have to stand by her side, she is Girl, you are the man of the family, a man wants a gentleman, so don't yell at her."
Wen Shaoqing thought for a while and added: "Even if she yells at me, you can't yell at her."
Rang Yirang's ears drooped suddenly, and he stopped looking at Wen Shaoqing. Seeing its listless appearance, Wen Shaoqing laughed softly, and quickly went into the bathroom to take a bath.
Cong Rong only heard low voices outside, but she couldn't hear what was said. She shook her head vigorously to get rid of distracting thoughts, and began to concentrate on looking at the information on the computer screen.
Not long after, Wen Shaoqing walked in softly, stood still in front of the desk, put a glass of water in her hand, bent down and looked at her, "Is there any discomfort?"
He just took a shower, changed into black home clothes, smelled of fresh body wash, and got close. Cong Rong was fine, but suddenly felt flustered and short of breath. He quickly raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his He continued to look at the information in his hand, and answered calmly: "No."
His home clothes have always been light-colored, and his facial features are already soft, so the light-colored clothes make him look like a tree. It was the first time Cong Rong saw him wearing black. Such a tough color had a hint of abstinence on him, and he thought it looked good. A few strands of half-wet hair lay lazily on his forehead, preventing her from seeing the emotion in his eyes clearly.
Wen Shaoqing raised his hand and gently stroked the back of her head, "Well, does it still hurt?"
He was obviously checking the swollen bag, but Cong Rong always felt that he was coaxing the child, touching her hair, as if he would say "good boy" in the next second.
Perhaps because he didn't get an answer, Wen Shaoqing lowered his head again, looked at Cong Rong, "Huh?"
Cong Rong was at a loss for a moment, blinking his eyes in a panic, "It won't hurt if you don't touch it."
Wen Shaoqing nodded and laughed, "Try to sleep on your stomach when you sleep."
Cong Rong nodded, who knows that Wen Shaoqing was still serious one second, and started playing hooligans the next second.
His eyes stayed on her chest for a few seconds, and he said without changing his face: "I just don't know if your size supports this sleeping position."
Cong Rong's face became hot, and he frowned and gave Wen Shaoqing a hard look.