After Wen Momo finished eating the noodles with some depression, she put away the dishes and chopsticks obediently. Zhao Rushuang looked up and saw that she had finished eating, and was about to get up and help her take it out. Wen Momo whispered to her no, she would take it out herself. Just go.
The voice was very low, for fear of disturbing Jing Ling on the other side.
After Wen Momo took out the bowls and chopsticks, when she came in, she secretly glanced at Jing Ling on the other side of the desk and saw that he was writing something with a cold face. She pursed her lips and was too timid to go over and look for him. He didn't dare to sit over him even as he spoke, so he still walked over to Zhao Rushuang.
But just a moment after she stepped forward, she heard his rather cold and stern voice coming from Jing Ling, "Come back."
Wen Momo was stunned for a moment, a little unresponsive, and subconsciously glanced at Jing Ling to make sure that Jing Ling was talking to her. She mumbled what she wanted to ask him, but under the intimidation of his cold eyes, I didn't dare to ask anything.
She walked over slowly, feeling a little uneasy. She didn't know what happened to her.
Wen Momo walked to his table, clenched her sleeves nervously with her little hands, pursed her lips, looked at Jing Ling, and hesitantly called him, her voice soft: "Brother..."
Jing Ling said "hmm" and motioned her to sit down.
Wen Momo sat down obediently, but she was still very reserved. She straightened her body and folded her two little hands on her legs obediently.
Jing Ling looked at her for a while, pursed her lips slightly, and pointed at her backpack with the pen in her hand, "Has the tutor in the academy assigned any tasks?"
Wen Momo nodded blankly, "Copy... calligraphy."
Jing Ling: "Then you write it."
Wen Momo suspected that she had heard wrongly, so she couldn't help but open her eyes wide and confirm with Jing Ling: "Did you write it here, brother?"
She was still afraid of disturbing her brother.
But Jing Ling's eyes became a little unhappy, and she said with a cold "hmm": "Just write it here."
"oh."
Jing Ling had already spoken, and Wen Momo naturally didn't dare not listen.
She carefully turned out the pen and ink in her book, opened her notebook, picked up the pen, lowered her head slightly, and started writing.
It was impossible for Jing Ling to concentrate.
He just wrote nonchalantly for a while, then raised his eyes to look at Wen Momo lightly.
The night was dark, and the lamp on the table glowed with a light yellow light, which reflected on Wen Momo's slightly drooped cheeks, adding a bit of softness. The light mist seemed to fall hazily on her curled eyelashes, The little face is reflected in the orange light, with a little baby fat. It looks soft and grandma-like, and I want to pinch it.
As if Wen Momo didn't know it, she still wrote her words very seriously. She was so obedient and well-behaved. She just did it when he asked her to write, and she never missed a beat from beginning to end.
Jing Ling looked at it for a long time, not knowing that her cold purple eyes were a little melted by the orange light mist.
He didn't know the change in his expression yet, but Zhao Rushuang, who was sitting on the other side, would see Jing Ling write something for a while and then look up at Wen Momo for a while. The look of indifference is not the same at all.
Zhao Rushuang looked at it and suddenly understood who Wen Momo was from Jing Ling.
Zhao Rushuang slowly lowered his head, suddenly no longer thinking about getting the medicine.
She thought about it, after all, that could be regarded as the person she had kept in her heart for a long, long time.
(End of chapter)