"Doing some things can be beneficial to others," he seriously considered how to answer timely questions, "and scientific research may help more people."
She hummed.
"There are not many people like this in my family, but there are still a few. For example, my sister," he said. "She was born with a natural inadequate blood supply to her heart and poor health, but she has been studying medicine, which means she wants to do Some things, save a few more people."
He felt a warm feeling when he talked about his sister's voice.
She always wears glasses when she looks at things at home. And now, Zhou Shengchen, sitting in front of him, is also wearing glasses.
The eyes of the two people, through the thin lens, looked at each other from time to time.
She leaned on the sofa and chatted slowly with him. Just so, I already feel enjoyment.
From here, you can see the glass wall between the living room and the dining room. On the glass, she and Zhou Shengchen were reflected.
The outline is clear, but the face is blurred.
She remembered the first encounter in her previous life. She was on the tower, leaning on the city wall, and it took a little effort to see him in the distance through the dawn of the sun, and her face was so blurred, only her back was seen. At that time someone said, eleven, he is your future master. She nodded lightly, and before secretly came to see him, she had heard the name: Zhou Shengchen. It sounds elegant and elegant, as if reading poetry and books.
As you can see, it's completely different.
What she was thinking about was the gentleman holding the scroll.
But what she saw was the little Nanchen King with a golden horse and iron horse.
That day.
Dawn broke in the long night, and the three armies came out. Wolf smoke is a scene, and yellow sand strikes the sky.
He stood on a high platform, overlooking the army, with a wave of his hand, 700,000 soldiers knelt in front of him. This is the real Zhou Shengchen, the little Nanchen King with thousands of retainers and an army of 700,000 in his hand.
Is it lust to the soul? Still obsessed with the heart
At the age of six or seven, she didn't understand this, but was shocked by what she saw. His hands clasped the green bricks of the city wall tightly, and his heart was beating.
She and him once were separated by the status of mentor and apprentice, and separated by the finger-to-finger marriage contract that she had long ago. From the age of seven to seventeen, he played piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and lived in the world. Even every book and every line of poetry was taught by him. From ignorance and ignorance to deep blood.
Lusciousness and soul.
Feeling obsessed with the heart.
She used it for ten years and understood these eight words.
"Tired?" Zhou Shengchen asked her suddenly.
Shi Yi shook his head: "Think of something," she was afraid he would ask, and quickly said, "It's about work."
Knowing that he did not have work and housework arrangements, she deliberately said that she worked too late the night before and was a little tired. The two stayed at home all day, and there were a lot of things to kill time, but he just chose Go. His gestures for holding chess are very beautiful and very familiar.
Shiyi sometimes quietly took a look at his chess game by considering the game.
She thought he would be aware of it, but just let her do it.
He took her to their house.
There is a small courtyard with a three-story building. The interior decoration is like plain paper, the color is not strong, but it has a calming atmosphere. She walked in, and she would not consciously speak in a low voice. She suddenly wondered, if it wasn't for herself, but someone else was his fiancée, would she feel that everything was very contradictory? A sense of disharmony of the age.
But she is the only one who never feels uncomfortable.
As the person about to be engaged to him, she should be involved in everything. Zhou Shengchen didn't think he had the right to judge everything. Even the color woodcut watermarks needed for invitations had to be shown to her personally, and she asked if she had a preference for the font. When they said this, it was between his conversations with his staff.
On the dark brown tabletop, woodcut watermarks are lined up, and beside each engraving, there are long strips of rice paper.
It was he who asked her to engrave her name and reprint it on paper. In fact, she recognized every font in it, and even every story behind it. She asked him: "Usually, what do you like to use?" "Old people admire Tang style and like Zhou Zheng's regular script. Which type of script is specific depends on personal preference."
She nodded and had four regular scripts, and only Zhao Mengfu was from the Yuan Dynasty. Of course, she ruled out the character.
Then, he picked out the other three characters very accurately and placed them in front of them.
However, he didn't notice that Zhou Shengchen's eyes were slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Shiyi could recognize it so accurately.
"I like Yan Zhenqing's handwriting very much, but he is considered to be in vain, will it be unlucky," she was inexplicably superstitious, "Liu Gongquan's words are too rigorous, are they not suitable for engagement invitations?" She murmured softly. , Hesitated, and then felt that he was too much. It's just the font of the invitation, why should it be so true.
Unconsciously, Zhou Shengchen took away the only note that had not been rejected by her, "The backbone is strong, but the romantic, Ouyang Xun's writing is very good." After speaking, he called someone and took away this rice paper.
He raised his wrist to check the time, and then told her that there would be a lot of arrangements next, which was not suitable for him to participate.
She was a little strange at first. After seeing his back disappear in the study, she found a familiar face outside the door. She tilted her head and smiled. It was the girl who measured her figure that night.
Shi Yi suddenly understood what it means "not suitable for him to participate."
In the girl’s old house that night, choosing materials and body measurements, only their grandparents and grandchildren, and a mother-in-law who served tea and poured water. She only felt that there was nothing special except the environment of the deep house compound. But at this time, when she saw the girl walk in, followed by a dozen middle-aged women in fine clothes, she already felt what Zhou Shengchen meant by "aristocratic family".
In the hands of those middle-aged women, some were carrying clothes covered by dark red cloth, while others were holding long wooden boxes.
She looked over and couldn't guess what would be in the box.
After the girl greeted her, she motioned to open the box. After a while, there was a dark red shelf for hanging clothes.
It turned out that when I came to send clothes, I had to bring even the hanging wooden frame.
She suddenly.
The girl saw her look and found it very troublesome: "The mother-in-law said, everything about the Zhou Sheng family's eldest master should be done properly." The girl couldn't help sighing when she saw her surprise. The way, who will let you, Miss Shiyi, marry Zhou Sheng, and only one person will be born in each generation."
Someone removed the covering cloth and hung up a dozen long skirts.
Shi Yi could take a sigh of relief: "So beautiful."
"Do you like it? Do you really like it?" The girl laughed, "Then I'll tell you, now it's just an engagement. My grandmother is in a bad shape recently, so it's all our three brothers and sisters. If it's a big wedding, mother-in-law I will definitely shoot it myself, it's not just good-looking." When she said, she also looked forward to it.
Shiyi sighed and said thank you.
Someone hangs up the curtain.