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A night of silence.
Qingwen was a little cautious when she first arrived.
¡°Perhaps, she is still silently paying attention to the surrounding environment and Jia Cong¡¯s character.
When she fell asleep last night, she was arranged in the west wing. The east wing was occupied by Xiaohong and Chunyan, and the west wing was occupied by the four little girls Mi'er and Xiaozhu.
So Qingwen moved closer and moved into the west wing.
One night, half asleep and half awake, it was still dark, that is, at the beginning of Mao hour, Qingwen faintly heard some movement outside, and she woke up in an instant.
Looking sideways, through the gauze curtain, you can vaguely see the light of candlelight coming in through the gap in the door curtain.
With a thought in her mind, she put on a coat and sat up. She shivered due to the cold morning, but gritted her teeth and got out of bed.
Gently open some door curtains, and you will see a strange scene:
Jia Cong was wearing a single suit, lying on the ground, holding himself up and down.
I don¡¯t know how long I have been doing it, but every ups and downs seems to be extremely hard.
It is clear that he has a thin body, but he looks quite powerful.
"ah!"
Seeing Jia Cong finish the last one and then "pia" lying on the floor tiles, Qingwen exclaimed and hurriedly walked out of the west wing to see what happened to him.
After Jia Cong heard the noise, he sat up with difficulty and looked at the person who came. Seeing Qingwen's concerned eyes, he wiped the sweat with the corner of his sleeve and said with a smile, "Why do you get up so early?"
Qingwen did not answer, but whispered: "Third Master, it's cold sitting on the ground. Get up quickly."
¡°As he spoke, he squatted down and held Jia Cong¡¯s arm to help him up.
Jia Cong stood up and explained: "I'm too weak, so I need to exercise. It's still early, so you can go get some sleep. Xiaohong Chunyan and the others haven't gotten up yet."
Qingwen shook her head and whispered: "I won't sleep anymore, I can't sleep."
Jia Cong looked at her fresh and beautiful face and said, "Are you accepting the birth? There isn't much going on at home, and I'm not a harsh person, so there's nothing to worry about.
With your temperament, you should be refreshing, why are you so reserved? "
Qingwen wanted to laugh when she heard this, looked at Jia Cong and said, "How does the third master know what my temper is like?"
Jia Cong smiled and said: "The corners of your eyes are raised, your eyes are bright and lively, and there is no maid-like air in your eyes"
When Xiaohong¡¯s mother was joking with you earlier, you almost fell out on the spot. With such a temperament, isn¡¯t it refreshing? "
When Qingwen heard this, her face turned red with embarrassment, and she said angrily: "How could she fall out on the spot? It's obvious that the woman is not well-intentioned!"
Jia Cong chuckled and said, "Who else is at home?"
Hearing this, Qingwen put away her smile and said softly: "My parents in my hometown have long forgotten. There is only one uncle and brother who specializes in butchering and is living outside."
Jia Cong asked: "Did he sell you to the Lai family?"
Qingwen sighed and said: "It's not easy for him either, he can't make a lot of money, and he's good at wine But now he's better. Last year, I begged the old lady, and the Lai family bought him into the house to work and eat. "
Jia Cong smiled and said, "You are kind-hearted."
At this moment, Qingwen was not so doted on by Jia Baoyu in Yihong Courtyard, and her temper was not that big yet.
But it was still her who heard Jia Cong's words and curled her lips and said: "No matter how kind-hearted the third master is, he is not as kind as the third master. I heard that those women yesterday treated the third master very badly. If the third master can forgive them, who am I?" ?¡±
Forgive them, haha.
Jia Cong smiled in his heart and said no more. He picked up the clothes on the table beside him and put them on.
Qingwen hurriedly stepped forward to help. After the two of them were dressed, Jia Cong suddenly felt something. When he turned around, he saw Chunyan standing at the door of the east chamber, looking at the disheveled "dog man and woman" with resentful eyes ¡
"Heh, what are you looking at? Go get some face wash. From now on, it's all under your control."
Jia Cong said helplessly when he saw Chunyan looking at her.
Hearing this, Chunyan burst into laughter and went to prepare happily.
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After two quarters of the hour, Jia Cong had breakfast and was about to continue reading when he saw a small figure coming in.
He didn¡¯t even bother to pick up the door curtain, he just walked in like that.
Who is it if it¡¯s not Jia Huan?
Jia Cong asked curiously: "Why are you here so early today?"
Jia Huan did not answer, but stared at Jia Cong with bitter and resentful eyes, as if he was looking at a revolutionary traitor
Although Jia Cong was kind to him, he was not used to his shortcomings.??What do you want? "
This is what Tanchun was waiting for. She pursed her lips and smiled. She glanced at Jia Cong with bright and energetic eyes. She reached out and took out a roll of paper from her sleeve pocket, handed it to Jia Cong and said, "Please give me some advice from Third Brother!"
Seeing this, Jia Cong felt vaguely aware. He took the piece of paper and opened it. Sure enough, it was a copy of Wang Mojie's "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Mist of Autumn" written by him yesterday.
More than once, there are more than ten pages of paper the size of a serious book cover.
He didn¡¯t hesitate and looked at it seriously.
It has to be said that Jia Tanchun does have a talent for calligraphy, and his writing power is quite heavy.
The turning point of the writing is also quite powerful.
However, this style does not conform to the natural charm of Dong Qichang's calligraphy.
It looks like we have gone astray
It took enough time to see a cup of tea. This attitude alone made Jia Tanchun extremely satisfied.
However, after reading the last piece of paper, Jia Cong still didn't speak. Jia Tanchun knew that he was in trouble and said with a smile: "The third brother is really soft-hearted. My sisters, why can't you just say it directly and still have to think about your words?"
Jia Cong smiled casually and said: "I'm ashamed, I'm not as free and easy as the third sister. But it's not bad at all In this way, I will write it again, and the third sister will see the sharpness of my pen."
When Jia Tanchun heard this, he said happily: "This is the best. I wanted to ask Third Brother to do it for me! I thought about it for half the night last night, but I still can't write a font like Third Brother. Not to mention similar in spirit, it's even difficult to be similar in form."
Jia Cong smiled and said: "I just said that my sisters don't need heretics"
With that said, he sat back at the table facing the west window and prepared to study ink.
But Jia Tanchun took the inkstone and started grinding it.
After laughing, Jia Cong dipped his pen in ink, pondered for a while, and wrote the next line on the paper:
Tian Xingjian, gentleman continuously!
Using an ancient and plain font with a slightly curling font, I wrote such a majestic and thick Yi Yan. The strong and sharp contrast in it made Tan Chun's handsome eyes and eyebrows bloom with dazzling brilliance in an instant!
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