Because the vegetation is more lush, the weather in the countryside is slightly cooler than in the capital. However, it is almost midday now, and walking under the scorching sun is definitely not a pleasant experience.
Before, she had walked from Zhang's house at the head of the village to this temporary school at the end of the village. Now, she had to walk from the end of the village to the head of the village again. Zhu Ying was sweating profusely and felt that her clothes were sticking to her body, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
As she walked, she thought that on normal days, when it was very hot, she would hide in a room full of ice basins to avoid getting sunburned or tanned, or having her makeup ruined by sweat. If she hadn't been curious about what kind of lecture Zhang Shou was giving, she would not have come out in such a hot sun and walked such a long way!
Although she found some things, that guy still ignored her!
Moreover, she either rode in a car or a sedan chair in the capital, and more often rode a horse. This was the first time for her to walk such a long distance on her own two legs. You know, even when she entered the palace before, she was always treated with great privileges and often had a sedan chair to sit on.
Zhu Ying unconsciously raised her sleeves to block the scorching sun, but after walking a few steps, she suddenly felt her eyes, which were originally too hot to open, suddenly darken. Thinking that clouds had finally floated in the sky, she quickly lowered her sleeves and looked up, only to find that what was blocking the scorching sun was actually a big red oil-paper umbrella!
The most important thing is that there is a poem written on the umbrella, it is "Spring River Moon Night"!
She stared at the handwriting for a long time, and suddenly felt that it looked familiar. Then she thought of looking at the person holding the umbrella. When she turned her head, her gaze was fixed, and the anger in her heart disappeared completely, and she even stuttered when she spoke.
"You...how did you..."
Zhang Shou calmly held out his hand and handed over the umbrella: "Don't go out too much in the summer, and hold an umbrella when you go out, otherwise you will get tanned too late."
After saying this, he waited for Miss Zhu to take it blankly, then he nodded slightly and left without looking back.
After a long while, Zhu Ying finally came back to her senses. Seeing that the beautiful paper umbrella in her hand not only had a smooth and round handle, but also had a poem written in ink and pleasing patterns dotted on the paper, her mood improved unconsciously, and she even forgot that there was a taciturn person next to her. She turned her head, shook the umbrella in her hand, and asked, "Is this made by your young master?"
"No, it was made by Carpenter Xu in his spare time." Ah Liu's answer was still stiff, but then he suddenly changed his tone and said, "But the words on it were written by the young master. It's a poem he likes very much."
Zhu Ying was immediately delighted. She was not a talented woman who could compose poems at will, but she had been reading since she was a child and could recite dozens or even hundreds of Tang and Song poems easily. However, she liked this gorgeous and timeless poem, Moonlit Night on a Spring River, which was the only poem in the Tang Dynasty, the most, but she had never mentioned it to anyone.
What a good fate... but this bad handwriting is really a bit glaring!
She was so happy that she didn't care about Ah Liu's initial half-sentence and continued to walk forward with her oil-paper umbrella. Even though the sun was still scorching and it was uncomfortable to walk on the muddy ground in the village, she was still sweating, but she felt very relaxed holding the big red oil-paper umbrella, and even couldn't help but think of something off topic.