Lian Ruqi is a protector of shortcomings, so he may cause trouble that even his father will not be able to step down from.
Seeing that Mr. Zhou was a little excited, Lian Ruxin immediately changed the subject, "But wait and see the right time and put things under control. As a family, please don't make things ugly."
Zhou's eyes, which were still bright, then dimmed a little, "How can I suppress things? Who can I suppress?"
Lian Ruxin sat in front of Mrs. Zhou and held her in her arms, "Sister-in-law, Rumu, who do you think you are?"
Zhou's face softened a little, and she quickly pushed Lian Ruxin away, "The child is here, please pay attention."
Lian Ruxin smiled and said yes, and then continued, "My mother is not benevolent to me, but she is nurturing. I will help her if I can."
It must be a lie to say that there is no jealousy among the brothers, but just now he realized that he could actually understand what happened at home as scheduled.
When he was a child, Lian Ruxin was somewhat hostile towards Lian's mother because his mother died early, and he was also defensive towards his second brother. On weekdays, Lian Ruxin is always good at checking his homework.
At that time, Lian Ruxin felt that Lian Ruqi was inferior to him. Later, when he grew up, he took it lightly, and the relationship between the two brothers became better.
Now it seems that even if Lian Ruzhi can say this and that, his heart is like a mirror. It's not that he can't compete with himself, but he has always given in to himself.
Lian's mother is generally a good person. She does her best in her studies and marriage. Be more tolerant of concubines.
If you think about it carefully, Lian's mother has made the greatest contribution to the peace of this family.
Now that his younger siblings are entering the house, after all, it was his third sister who provoked him first. He cannot say that he requires his younger siblings to be unconditionally tolerant of others like Lian's mother.
He has no ability to uphold justice, so he is just taking matters into his own hands. If Lian's father doesn't speak well, they will speak more for Lian's mother.
Zhou was silent for a long time, and finally nodded after a while, "Okay, dealing with An is indeed better than Third Sister."
Even when he returned to his yard as scheduled, An Hongshao was still sitting in the study. As soon as he walked to the door, he heard the sound of the abacus inside.
Lian Ruzhi pushed the door in, and An Hongshao's hand stopped, "Sent the things over? What did sister-in-law say?" An Hongshao stood up, just as Lian Ruzhi took off his cloak, An Hongshao took it over and hung it to dry. next to.
"Thank you of course." Ruzhi said without blinking.
"As long as you don't say anything else, I'm afraid my sister-in-law will think I'm a little bit arrogant." An Hongshao said what was in her heart without paying attention.
After saying that, he realized something was wrong and looked up to see Lian Ruqi.
Lian Ruqi just pretended not to hear, lowering his head and looking through the books on the desk.
Seeing that Lian was busy as scheduled, An Hongshao returned to his position.
Hearing An Hongshao's abacus sound next to him, Lian Ruzhi secretly looked at An Hongshao through the bead curtain.
In front of him was a booklet on the art of war that he picked up casually. He didn't even pick it out as scheduled. He took a brush and drew a small portrait of An Hongshao on it according to what he saw.
Because the booklet is not big, apart from the head, it can only be drawn up to An Hongshao's shoulders.
Lian Ruzhi shook his head gently. After all, the place was still small. If he had a big picture scroll, he could draw An Hongshao's concentration when he was planning.
However, if he took a big picture scroll, he might disturb An Hongshao.
It’s a blessing to be so beautiful.
White hair cannot be replaced by snow, meeting each other is already a sign of fate. Even if it is not you for the rest of my life, one journey in this life is enough.
Pick up a pen and write down the thorn in your heart.
The eyebrows are slightly furrowed, who is it, and how lucky is she to be with her?
Lian Ruqi held the pen tightly in his hand and looked at the verses above, which hurt his eyes.
When Lian Ruqi came to his senses, he originally wanted to tear it apart, but with An Hongshao's Xiao Xiang next to him, Lian Ruqi was reluctant to part with it. Just at this time, Lu You came over to report the matter. Lian Ruzhi took a pen and scratched two lines on the poem before closing the booklet.
After waiting for Lian Ru to come back from his busy schedule, it was time for dinner. After hearing the report from the people below, Lian was back as scheduled, and I thought he would enter the house, but unexpectedly he went to the study.
After hearing what the servant said, it was the study where Lian went to as scheduled, An Hongshao thought for a moment and asked the servant to bring dinner to the study.
It's cold outside, so I don't have to come back as scheduled to eat in the cold wind. If I eat straight away, I might feel upset.
The charcoal fire burning in the study was warm, and the servants boiled mutton soup and put it on, which was very hot and burned their mouths.
An Hongshao stood next to the bead curtain, "But there is something urgent, why don't you get busy after eating?"
Lian Ruqi raised his head and looked at An Hongshao, a little dazed. Her face was particularly soft under the candlelight, and she whispered that she wanted to eat.
When I am free at dusk, I laugh and ask if the porridge is warm.
Even as expected, I realized at this moment that all this beauty is hidden in life, in the ordinary.
"That's good." Lian Ruzhi put down the pen in his hand, cleaned his hands, opened the bead curtain and walked to An Hongshao's side.
He should have eaten without saying anything, but when he drank a bowl of mutton soup, Lian Ruzhi looked at An Hongshao and said, "Why do I feel that the mutton smell is stronger today?"
An Hongshao picked up his bowl and smelled it. It did smell like mutton, but isn't it always like this? "I'll ask Holly to ask."
Lian Ruqi shook his head, "No need, pour me half a bowl of vinegar and I'll detoxify it. Maybe it's because I haven't slept well in the past two days, so the taste is weak."
After listening to Lian Ruzhi's words, An Hongshao smelled it again, and indeed she still couldn't smell anything abnormal.
However, because he said so as scheduled, An Hongshao didn't know if he was overthinking it. The taste was getting stronger and stronger, and An Hongshao simply pushed the soup aside and stopped drinking.
Even when Ruzhi stopped talking, the room was still very quiet.
An Hongshao chewed twice carefully, not wanting to make the sound of her chewing sound abrupt. Unexpectedly, Lian Ruzhi spoke again, "Is this dish salty?"
He pointed at the dish next to him with a look of disgust on his face.
An Hongshao took a bite and felt that it was no different from usual. Maybe Lian Ruqi was really tired. An Hongshao asked Dongqing to bring lighter dishes to Lian Ruqi.
It’s normal to get angry with leeks, even if you eat less of them as scheduled.
After dinner, the people below packed up and left. Lian Ru pulled up a chair and sat in front of An Hongshao, "During the Chinese New Year, the fireworks are all bought by the public. I thought we would buy some in our courtyard, just in case Jing I came here to look for you, we also have children to coax."
During the Chinese New Year, children like to run around, especially Jing Han who got good things from An Hongshao.
Children, who don’t have the thoughts of adults, just go to whose yard is fun.
Hearing that what Lian said was reasonable, An Hongshao nodded, took out the account book, and added fireworks to the list above.
An Hongshao was writing, and he was not idle even as scheduled. He picked up the inkstone that was originally in front of An Hongshao and looked at it.
As if studying the material, after reading it, he placed the inkstone on the far left.
But his hand didn't stop and was placed on the pen rest position.
(End of chapter)
