Chen Tingze's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he couldn't help but recite a poem in his heart: Looking back, a smile will bring you beauty.
The red plum blossoms have lost their color, and it seems that only the woman's peerless appearance is left in the whole world.
Zhong Lingyu slowly realized that someone was behind her.
The man was wearing a moon-white gown, with gentle eyebrows, warm jade lips, and neatly styled short black hair.
Even though he is in a wheelchair, he cannot hide his otherworldly temperament.
Warmth and coldness, these two contradictory words, blend perfectly in the man.
There was a vague guess in his heart, and Zhong Lingyu felt quite reserved when meeting a great scholar.
She patted the folds of the wind cloak, stepped forward and said, "Hello, Mr. Chen, I am Zhong Lingyu."
Zhong Lingyu regretted that she did not study well when she was a child, and her tongue was tied when talking to literati.
Chen Tingze reacted and quickly smiled, "So you are Zhong Lingyu. I often hear my little sister mention you. It's just that it's such a cold weather, why are you here?"
Zhong Lingyu said embarrassedly: "I came to see Tinglan, but the backyard is too big and I accidentally got lost."
The little girl's cheeks were slightly pink, she was embarrassed, and her charm was more delicate.
Chen Tingze's heart moved slightly, and he said after a moment: "If you don't mind, I will help you lead the way."
"good."
"Is it easy to push out the wheelchair?" Chen Tingze looked at her with a smile.
Zhong Lingyu didn't know where to put his hands and feet, "But...is it okay?"
Chen Tingze was amused by her reaction, "Why, my wheelchair can't be touched?"
Zhong Lingyu's face turned red. She put her hands on the wheelchair and pushed it forward silently.
Sensing her restraint, Chen Tingze took the initiative and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"
"No." Zhong Lingyu hurriedly denied.
"If you're not afraid of me, why are you so nervous?"
"Mr. Chen's reputation spreads far and wide, and he is known as the talented man in Yuncheng. His paintings of the Four Gentlemen and even his calligraphy are praised by literati, and I admire him very much. It is inevitable that I will be a little nervous when meeting a real person for the first time."
Every time Zhong Lingyu reads, it's like looking at a book from heaven, so what she admires most are readers.
Especially a talented man like Chen Tingze.
Chen Tingze touched his legs and couldn't help but smile: "Ms. Zhong thinks highly of me. I'm just an ordinary person. Rather than being given the false name of a genius, I want to be able to stand up with these legs and go outside more often." have a look."
Zhong Lingyu's breath was suffocated, "Aren't you going to be able to stand up for the rest of your life?"
"The doctor said there is hope." Chen Tingze smiled lightly, "But this hope has not come after more than ten years of waiting."
Zhong Lingyu stared at his legs, took a look, and suddenly said: "There is a saying that suits Mr. Chen very well."
"What?"
"The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose."
She looked up at the sky, snowflakes fell on her thick and curved eyelashes, brushing away the smoke and smoke from her body, and her eyes were dyed with a layer of golden light.
Chen Tingze turned his head and looked at her blankly.
Zhong Lingyu lowered her eyes and met his eyes, "Mr. Chen's heart is as strong as a stone, and there is peace and silence hiding in it. Why worry about not being able to stand up again one day?"
Chen Tingze's smile grew warmer and he looked ahead again, his eyes as tender as water.
After a long while, he pointed in a direction and said, "Go over there."
Zhong Lingyu pushed the wheelchair forward in the direction he pointed.
Finally we came to a quiet courtyard.
"Is Tinglan here?" Zhong Lingyu was confused.
"No, this is where I usually write and draw." Chen Tingze rolled his wheelchair in. "Last time, my little sister said, you want my copybooks, can I give you some?"
"Really...really?"
Chen Tingze turned around and smiled, "Miss Zhong, wait a moment."
When he came out again, he had a thick pile in his hand and gave them all to Zhong Lingyu as if they were free of charge.
This would cost a lot of money if sold on the market.
Zhong Lingyu was a little flattered, "This is too much."
"They are all idle." Chen Tingze said in a sincere tone, "I hope Miss Zhong won't dislike it."
How could Zhong Lingyu dislike it? She suppressed her excitement and took it, "Thank you Mr. Chen. In fact, I also brought you a gift today."
Like magic, she took out a box from her cloak and handed it to Chen Tingze.
Chen Tingze's heart was filled with ripples, and the words "exchanging love tokens" came to mind inexplicably.
He happily took it and opened it, revealing two pieces of Hui ink. "This is the best gift I have ever received."
That's a polite thing to say.
Chen Tingze was a great calligrapher, and the Chen family was not short of money, so Hui ink was actually not that good.
Zhong Lingyu said sheepishly: "I don't know much about these. The shopkeeper introduced me to me. It's good if I can catch your eye."
"I like it very much." Chen Tingze smiled warmly, "By the way, the time is coming and the banquet is about to begin. Hurry up and find Tinglan, he is right next to you!"
He pointed in a direction.
Zhong Lingyu thanked him, then hurried to Chen Tinglan's courtyard with a stack of books in his arms.
Chen Tingze stared at her leaving figure, stroking the box in his hand.
After the back disappeared, he pushed the wheelchair and went to the study.
The accompanying boy in the study is cleaning.
Chen Tingze took out one of the two inks given to him by Zhong Lingyu and said, "Yun Yi, help me sharpen the ink."
The boy Yunyi put down his broom and said, "Okay, sir."
He saw the box in Chen Tingze's hand, "Sir, let me put this away for you."
"No, you go grind the ink, I'll do it myself." Chen Tingze smiled and went to the side. He opened a hidden compartment and carefully stored the box inside.
Yun Yi joked: "The young lady just now is a great beauty, and she is a good match for the young master."
"You're still not sharpening your ink!" Chen Tingze's ears turned red, and his face was deliberately sullen, "If you talk nonsense again, be careful and I'll send you to do hard work."
Yun Yi clasped his fists and said, "Sir, I was wrong. I'm going to grind my ink right now."
His face was hot, and Chen Tingze glared at him angrily.
Yunyi smiled flatteringly and handed over the rice paper.
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On the other side, Zhong Lingyu went to find Chen Tinglan.
She originally wanted to ask Chen Tinglan to help save the copybook, and she would take it away after the banquet.
But when he entered Chen Tinglan's room, he clearly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Chen Tinglan was sitting in front of the dressing table, next to Chen Yunzhang who looked like he had a headache.
Next to Chen Yunzhang, stood a beautiful woman.
The woman has fashionable curly hair, dark eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, lightly painted with makeup, and has light wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, giving her a bit more mature charm.
Zhong Lingyu stepped forward and said, "Hello, Uncle Chen. I'm here to see Tinglan."
When Chen Tinglan saw Zhong Lingyu coming, his expression softened, "You're here."
"Tinglan, who is this?" the beautiful woman asked.
Chen Yunzhang introduced: "Xiangrong, this is Lingyu girl, the daughter of the Zhong family. The last time Tinglan ran away from home, she was the one who took care of Tinglan."
"So this is Lingyu." Yan Xiangrong was slightly surprised, "What a pretty girl."
"Lingyu, this is my wife." Chen Yunzhang smiled gently.
Zhong Lingyu looked at Yan Xiangrong. It turned out that she was the stepmother Ting Lan mentioned. She smiled lightly and said, "Hello, aunt."
"As soon as I saw this girl Lingyu, I felt close to her." Yan Xiangrong grabbed Zhong Lingyu's hand and asked her, feeling very close to her.
Then she sighed and said: "Lingyu, please help me persuade Tinglan. She insists on choosing some plain clothes to wear on such a beautiful day. I can't persuade her, and she even gets angry with me!"
Chen Tinglan looked at Yan Xiangrong with hostility.
Zhong Lingyu thought, this stepmother really has a plan.
She calmly made Tinglan irritated, and she pretended to be a loving mother in front of Uncle Chen, but in fact she was very controlling and wanted to get involved in everything. No wonder Tinglan hated her.
She smiled and said, "Auntie, I respect Tinglan's preferences, and I can't persuade her."
Yan Xiangrong was stunned, and his smile faded, "Lingyu, are you saying that I don't respect Tinglan?"
