In the study, Sheng Wu looked at the piece of letter paper with a picture on it and no words on it beside the desk. Her eyes were cold and indifferent, without any trace of the shyness and excitement of a young woman who had just received a love letter.

Chen Guiwu knew that she was illiterate, so he didn't write anything. Instead, he drew a picture for her that he thought she could understand.

Indeed, Sheng Wu understood it at a glance.

The painting shows a lonely Q-version figure wearing a long gown and silver retro chain glasses. He is standing under a cherry tree and looking up at the moon.

Above the moon is a little girl in a cheongsam, round and chubby, with a pouty look on her face, looking very proud.

The meaning of this painting is obvious, Shen Guiwu misses her.

Just looking at the cherry tree in the painting, Sheng Wu frowned and his face looked gloomy.

Without saying a word, she casually picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, took out a piece of letter paper, and casually drew a few circles of medium size on it.

Then she took her rouge, dipped some with the tip of her right finger, and applied it to the ugly black circle.

The result is even uglier...

A sense of perfunctory and sloppy work comes over me.

Yet, Sheng Wu was still very satisfied. It was indeed her masterpiece, and Chen Guiwu deserved it. As for men, it's not about what you do, but how you can use sweet words to make up for the perfunctory things.

When Gu Bai received Sheng Wu's undisguised reply letter, which was only a piece of paper, he looked at her face and began to doubt his life.

"Madam...you, is that all you're saying?"

Although he didn't know what the master would say, a gentleman like him would naturally not express himself too simply, but he was a little confused by the wife's reply.

Is this the kind of high-end communication between intellectuals?! He's illiterate.

"Yeah." Sheng Wu smiled gently, a little embarrassed, "I'm not very literate."

"It's okay, Guiwu will understand what I mean."

"Ah, it's okay."

Hearing this, Gu Bai suddenly remembered her previous identity and felt a little guilty for being too talkative.

"Madam and Master are so close in thought that he would understand without writing."

Sheng Wu nodded, "Yes, I know."

Then Gu Bai took the envelope and left.

After watching him leave, Sheng Wu felt quite bored and continued to feed the fish in the garden.

I fed them from the evening until dark.

So when Shen Qinghuan came to the side courtyard to find her, Sheng Wu was so bored that she fell asleep in the rocking chair by the pond.

Maybe it was the hypnotic chirping of cicadas on a summer night, or maybe it was because it was cooler near the pond.

Sheng Wu's peaceful sleeping face was quite tranquil. She leaned her head against the rocking chair, holding fish feed in one hand and a piece of paper in the other.

The modified cheongsam she wore was loose and languid, made of slightly transparent silk, embroidered with delicate lotus flowers. Sheng Wu's long curly hair flowed freely, her eyes lightly closed, and her breathing was long and drawn out.

The beauty sleeping under the moon is alluring without knowing it.

Chen Guiwu put a lot of effort into both the side courtyard and the main courtyard. He planted a lot of mosquito-repellent herbs around them, so there were no mosquito bites even by the pond.

Shen Qinghuan was used to light footsteps. When she came in and saw this scene, her eyebrows moved slightly, and then she deliberately lowered her footsteps as she walked over.

She lowered her eyes and saw the fish feed in Sheng Wu's left hand. Her lips, which were usually cold and thin, moved slightly, forming a slight curve.

In particular, Shen Qinghuan caught a glimpse of the fish in the pond out of the corner of his eye.

I'm already mad...

He didn't die, he just ate too much.

But if this continues, I'll be dying of starvation soon.

Shen Qinghuan sighed softly, and her brown eyeglasses fixed on the girl in the rocking chair with a hint of inexplicable emotion. How could she not see that she was really bored in the backyard and could only feed the fish.

As soon as her father left, her life felt like it had lost its backbone and she didn't know what to do.

Shen Qinghuan suddenly noticed what was written on the piece of paper in Sheng Wu's right hand.

For some unknown reason, she, who always had a good sense of propriety, bent down slightly and did not touch the sleeping Sheng Wu, but only saw the handwriting above from the angle.

"Qing, Huan."

There were only these two words, and they were written crookedly. If Shen Qinghuan was not familiar with these two words, he might not be able to recognize them. It seemed like the words were written by a child who had just started practicing calligraphy.

The moment he saw these two words, Shen Qinghuan's eyebrows moved slightly, his brown pupils suddenly shrank, and he was a little at a loss.

Did she write these two words because she only remembered the two words on the fan...

still......

As soon as the following thoughts popped up, Shen Qinghuan frowned and pushed them back, then glanced at Sheng Wu who was sleeping soundly, and she sighed silently for a second.

She turned and walked into the side courtyard. There was no one in the courtyard, so she went straight into the inner room and saw Chunxi cleaning. She walked over.

"Bring me a thin quilt."

"Ah, Miss?" Chunxi was a little frightened when he suddenly heard the noise, then he thought about her words and nodded quickly.

"Oh, okay, I'll get it right away."

Woo woo woo, the eldest lady is as serious as the eldest master, and the coldness she exudes is enough to scare people to death.

When she quickly brought it over, she found that Shen Qinghuan was looking at the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on the table in the inner room with a deep gaze.

"Miss, the quilt is here."

It's strange, why did the young lady come here from the east wing to ask for a quilt?

"These... were all written by my stepmother?" Shen Qinghuan did not take the quilt immediately, but frowned, and her heroic eyebrows suddenly became inexplicably seductive.

Although it is an extremely cold face, it exudes a neutral beauty.

In fact, Shen Qinghuan is more like Shen Junsheng among the Shen family, but Shen Junsheng has the aura of a cold and rough soldier, while Shen Qinghuan has a heroic aura that is difficult to tell whether he is male or female.

As for Chen Zheliu, it may be just to make up the number.

"ah?"

Hearing this, Chunxi looked over and nodded in confusion.

"Oh, these are the calligraphy that the mistress practiced this afternoon. She said she saw a very beautiful poem and wanted to practice it and write it for the master."

As soon as these words were spoken, Chunxi could clearly feel that the temperature in the air, which had been warm just a moment ago, had become a little colder.

Shen Qinghuan's cold expression remained the same throughout the whole time, but Chunxi could sense that she was in a bad mood at the moment.

Shen Qinghuan glanced at the thick stack of notes on the table, which had "Qinghuan" written on it over and over again. She felt that her reminder to Sheng Wu in the afternoon was a waste of time. She was obviously smart and would understand what he meant sooner or later. Yet, she still had hope and longing for her father.

Shen Qinghuan couldn't describe her feelings for a moment, she just turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, Miss, this quilt you..." Chunxi was a little confused when she saw this. Didn't she want a quilt?

Shen Qinghuan didn't stop and said coldly.

"Send it to the garden."

After saying that, he left directly, as if there was wind under his feet.