Ye Zhen walked around downstairs and came back. She clearly felt that the man in front of her had no longer thought and hesitated. He was calm and calm. He put the sketch album aside. In front of her was the question she had made. He was careful and serious. Explain what she did wrong one by one, and then ask her: "Do you understand?"
Ye Zhen nodded and said: "I understand, thank you cousin."
She looked at him smiling obediently, and he hummed, his eyes passing over her lips.
The corners of Ye Zhen's mouth were also slightly raised, with a sweet and happy arc, just like the women in his paintings.
First she did math, and then started English. At first he would still use Chinese, but later he could no longer speak Chinese to her. When she encountered something she didn’t understand well, he would slow down and speak it a few more times, but he would also speak Chinese. Very harsh: "Copy the words and sentence patterns that you don't understand twenty times."
Every time she came back to her room after making up lessons at Sheng Lun's place, she would write hard. Don't think that he would let it go if she copied. Even if she was copying, he would check it carefully, and it would be obvious if she missed a word.
This man is incredibly cautious and conscientious.
Probably because of this, he suspected her even though she was the most unlikely person.
And he was thinking of ways to confirm his suspicions. No matter whether he was right or wrong, he couldn't let the mystery in his heart get bigger and bigger.
He wanted to hold Ye Zhen's hand.
He wanted to hold Ye Zhen's hand.
As for how to hold it...
What Sheng Lun said was true. That night was indeed the first time he had been so close to a girl.
He has been single for twenty years, and except for his mother and sister, no woman has ever been able to stay in his eyes for more than three seconds.
So asking him to hold a girl's hand out of selfish motives really puts him in a difficult position and he doesn't know how to start.
But he wasn't that stupid. Now that he had an idea, he had to prove it. He looked at the girl writing seriously in front of him, frowned and knocked on the table.
Today's lesson ended half an hour early. Ye Zhen wanted to run away like before, but this time Sheng Lun told her not to leave: "My cousin studies every day and hasn't practiced calligraphy for a long time, right? I see you My calligraphy has been a bit weak recently, so I will practice calligraphy for half an hour after extra classes."
Ye Zhen could only sit back and said: "... Cousin, can I practice calligraphy again during the summer vacation?"
"You might not even have a glyph by summer vacation."
"... Got it, then I can only get up half an hour early to practice calligraphy."
"You can also check it at night and on weekends together with homework."
The pen and ink were spread out, and Ye Zhen stood in front of the desk, holding the pen and writing carefully one stroke at a time. Sheng Lun read for a while, then stood up and walked to her side to watch her writing, and said: "The writing power is not enough, the glyphs are empty and there is no flavor. From now on, you have to find time to practice calligraphy every day when I am not at home. Don't waste it."
She pursed her lips. Sheng Lun really played the role of a good brother and a good teacher to the extreme, but her calligraphy skills were indeed average. She might as well practice more.
She wrote seriously, and spent most of half an hour raising her head when she was applying ink. During the rest of the time, she didn't even move her eyes. She was so obedient, and even though she wanted to be lazy sometimes, Sheng Lun still found it difficult to get along with her. Ye Zhen made the connection, but the more this happened, the more he wanted to confirm his guess.
Ye Zhen felt Sheng Lun standing next to her again. She turned her head and smiled at him and said, "Writing a few more words will make it easier. Cousin, look, is it better than before?"
Sheng Lun looked at it and said, "Keep writing."
"… oh."
This time he stood next to her and watched her write a few words, then got a little closer and stretched out his hand: "I'll teach you a word."
Ye Zhen looked back at him in surprise. His brows were deep and the emotion in his eyes was light: "Don't look at me, just read the words."
Ye Zhen lowered her head and saw the other party's hand with sharp bones coming over and holding it on the back of her hand. His palm was wide and hot. When he held it, she almost shrank from the heat. He completely wrapped her hand and squeezed her hand, almost I took her to finish writing the word "home".
A word is a word.
After writing a word, he let go of her: "Just keep writing as you just did."
Ye Zhen nodded and continued.
Sheng Lun rubbed his fingers and looked thoughtful.
These hands gave him a very similar feeling. What happened that night, he remembered her smile and her hands. Her hands were small and soft, and could be fully held by him, and Ye Zhen's happened to be the same. .
Sheng Lun saw that she was writing seriously and was not affected by him at all. He stood up and walked to the window. The cool breeze outside the window calmed him down. Although he couldn't be sure that it was Ye Zhen, there were too many coincidences and similarities, even if she didn't show it on her face. Even with the slightest flaw, he couldn't suppress the suspicion of her in his heart.
But if the cousin is her, she is the cousin...
Sheng Lun really couldn't connect the two people. They were very different in personality. But if you really talk about it, he didn't know Ye Zhen very well.
He and she would see each other probably once every one or two years, sometimes during the Spring Festival and sometimes during the summer vacation. The Ye Zhen in his memory was a sweet little sister who liked to be his follower. Of course, what was her personality like in other aspects? In fact, he didn't know much about it. You know, he hasn't gotten along with her carefully, and of course he hasn't gotten to know her. As for the matter of men and women...
Although Sheng Lun is not a womanizer, he doesn't understand anything. He understands that men and women being courteous are human ethics. The pleasure and love between men and women is the result of love, and there is no need to avoid anything in particular.
Ye Zhen is fifteen and is a big girl, and her aunt will not fail to teach her.
Cousin and her... Although the two were very similar, Sheng Lun still found it impossible. For example, how to explain how Ye Zhen appeared there so coincidentally that night? There was no reason for her to come. Although she was smart, how dangerous was it for a girl to go out at night
For another example, if she was really her cousin, why would she behave like that with him? She must have known what she was doing, but she still did that to him. Pretending that nothing happened now means that she doesn't want to mention what happened that night. If everything is explained clearly, how should they get along
But it's useless for him to think so much now. Everything is just his suspicion. Even the suspicion of Ye Zhen's identity is just a guess based on his feelings. There is no evidence and there is no way to prove that the cousin is her. Maybe it is really a misunderstanding.
After thinking about it, Shenglun felt that now he had the best evidence to confirm his cousin's identity.
Sheng Lun remembered that that day she was wearing a pair of black overalls, a dark top, and a hat with a wide brim. Pressing it down could cover half of her long face, and only her delicate chin and lips were visible. Remember the little half of her face.
Now the blurry cheeks have the clearest appearance.
In the next few days, Sheng Lun did nothing else and spent most of his time on painting. This time it was no longer simple sketching, but more realistic watercolor painting. He placed Ye Zhen's face on his On the person in the memory, the brim of the hat still covered half of her face. After the painting was finally completed, he got wrapped up in the painting tube and went to Peach Blossom Village again.
He first showed him another photo of a woman with a completely different appearance. After seeing it, the waiter in the store shook his head and said no, this one didn't look like it: "The woman that night was very pretty. Although she was disguised, she looked the biggest." But seventeen or eighteen years old, this is not the case.”
Sheng Lun took two more. The waiter in the store hesitated a little, but still said no: "It doesn't look like it."
Sheng Lun took out another photo and asked, "Where is she?"
The waiter at the store hesitated. He stared at it for a long time and said, "This seems to be somewhat similar, but I think I don't remember it clearly, so I'm not sure."
Sheng Lun said: "How sure are you?"
"Fifty-five, right?"
Sheng Lun frowned. This time he took out the watercolor painting. The waiter in the store was immediately amazed and exclaimed: "You are so good at this painting! The college student is really amazing, it is better than the previous paintings."
"Before, it was a sketch. It was simple. Just capture some characteristics and draw it. This is a watercolor painting, which should be more realistic and lively. Do you still have an impression? Is it familiar to you?"
It's a pity that the waiter in the store still shook his head with regret. It's been more than half a month, and he really can't remember clearly. Of course, he can't guarantee that the person in the painting is the original tomboy: "Oh, it's been so long. Mr. Sheng, you Why are you so obsessed with her? But something is wrong? "
Sheng Lun said it was okay.
The store waiter smiled meaningfully, not believing Sheng Lun's words at all. After looking at the photos and watercolors, he frowned and said, "This one is more similar than the previous two, but I can't be completely sure. Do you know this girl?" Why don't you bring her to me and take a look, maybe I'll remember her?"
Sheng Lun: "If you don't remember the photo, how can you recognize him in person?"
"How can a photo be the same as a real person? Alas, if I had known that you cared so much, I would have looked at her more when I first saw her! But to be honest, it seems like it was really her?"
Sheng Lun couldn't really believe this uncertainty.
He took the painting and returned to school. In fact, he knew that the painting was only one of the evidences that could prove Ye Zhen's identity. The other was the clothes. If Ye Zhen had not thrown them away, they should be in her room now. , but I wonder if she has noticed his last temptation...
Just when he was secretly doubting it, summer came quietly and he returned to Sheng Mansion on Saturday.
The aunt said: "Madam took the young ladies and young men to the tailor shop to get clothes. The new clothes that were ordered before have been made. Let me go over and take a look at them. If there is anything I don't like, I can change them." She also said that Sheng Shihua had a social event. , he is not at home now, he may not come back until evening, and he is the only one at home now.
After hearing this, Sheng Lun went upstairs. He changed out of his school uniform and then went to the study room. The test papers that Ye Zhen had done were already placed on the desk. There were also a few pieces of white paper filled with calligraphy written on them. She was not lazy. Still very serious.
Sheng Lun picked up the pen and corrected it carefully. During this period, his aunt brought tea. When Sheng Lun got up to rest, he took the tea cup to the window. Unexpectedly, he saw a large number of sheets, quilt covers and clothes drying in the yard under the window. Some of them were from spring and winter, and they were washed now. Put it away; there are also summer ones, which can be worn after washing and drying.
He took a sip of tea and didn't know what he saw. He was suddenly shocked - he saw someone in the yard wearing the same overalls and dark tops he remembered, and a beret, standing in the yard at the moment with Together with my aunt, I hung the washed clothes to dry on the rope.
Although it's just a back view.
Sheng Lun's heart tightened slightly and he clenched the teacup. He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and put the teacup aside. Because he was too hasty and violent, most of the tea spilled and wet his fingers. He didn't care so much and immediately went downstairs. Go to the courtyard.
His steady steps were unusually urgent, taking one step at a time, and he felt as if his breathing had stopped.
… Is it her? Is it her
The servant who was drying clothes was startled when he saw Sheng Lun walking over quickly. In confusion, he respectfully called him the eldest young master. Shen Lun walked past as if he didn't hear him. He waved away the clothes one by one. The large bed sheet finally arrived in front of the person he wanted to see—
The other party seemed to have heard the movement. He quickly looked back, bowed and shouted: "Young Master."
It's a woman.
She is petite and looks a bit bigger in the black overalls. Her facial features are soft and delicate, and her hair is hidden under the hat, so the length cannot be seen.
Sheng Lun's eyes glanced at the other person's hand holding the clothes, "Who are you? I've never seen you at home."
"I am Aunt Liu's daughter Wang Jiao. Today is a day off. I think my mother is not feeling well, so I came here to help her."
"Have you been here before?"
Wang Jiao nodded: "Master, if you think this is not good, I won't come again next time. Please don't be angry."
"It doesn't matter, you are right to care about your family." Sheng Lun: "...is this dress yours?"
Wang Jiao pulled her pants, and a blush suddenly appeared on her calm and fair face. She hesitated and whispered: "It's mine."
But Sheng Lun didn't look like her. Wang Jiao's hand was not hers.