“Fu Yanci…”
Ye Li glanced up and saw Fu Yanci standing at the door, not coming in. She stood up and waved, "Your calligraphy must be very beautiful. Come and write a few words for me!"
Writing?
Fu Yanci walked to the desk, looked at the messy desk, and then at the round and cute "road" on the snow-white Xuan paper, and asked with a smile, "What are you going to write?"
"Help me write 'Time will tell,' and I want to frame it and give it to Brother Mu!"
Looking at her own calligraphy, which lacked any artistic flair and style, and resembled more of a painting at first glance, and imagining it hanging on the wall and being secretly laughed at by people coming and going in the room, Ye Li decided to give up.
Fu Yanci took the brush and wrote while teasing, "Isn't it said that calligraphy and painting are related? Ali, you paint so well, why can't you write well?"
Ye Li rolled her eyes at him and said in a serious tone, "Maybe because God opened too many doors for me, he just closed a small window as a gesture of goodwill."
? ? ?
I had just started writing when I was startled by the girl's audacious words.
Suddenly realizing that this was her true self, Fu Yanci shook his head and chuckled.
Suspended wrist.
I pick up my pen.
Fu Yanci didn't mind the path that Ye Li had already written, so he just continued writing the two lines of poetry after it.
Look at Ye Li grinding ink.
Take another look at the large characters written by the author.
Fu Yanci put down his brush and pulled Ye Li into his arms. "Now I finally understand why the ancients kept their mistresses in their studies."
Ye Li was taken aback.
The man lowered his head and pecked her lips. "It felt amazing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yanci looked at Ye Li with gentle eyes, as if he had thought of something, "In a few months, how about you come with me to stay at the temple for a few days?"
Inside the temple?
Thinking of the rumored Master Fu who often went to Wanfu Temple to copy scriptures, Ye Li's heart stirred, "You're not going to take me to copy scriptures, are you?"
"Shall we go?"
"go!"
Ye Li nodded affirmatively, "I am very willing to show my filial piety to my grandmother in front of Buddha. Besides, I said before that I would pray to the Bodhisattva to bless my grandmother to live to 199. Although 199 is absolutely impossible, it would be good if she could live a few more years, right?"
"Oh, right, I also want to light an everlasting lamp for Dad, and for Mom, Aunt Lan, Sister Xiaocao, and Chuchu, and oh yes, Brother Mu..."
Ye Li counted on her fingers, "I want to ask for a peace charm for everyone I love."
The girl spoke earnestly, as if he had always gone to Wanfu Temple to copy scriptures for his grandmother.
Fu Yanci didn't explain, but his gaze towards Ye Li softened.
Ye Li had instructed him to put all the books she had taken down back on the bookshelf. When Fu Yanci turned around, he saw the girl idly drawing on the snake with a calligraphy brush.
The original calligraphy, which was originally powerful and vigorous, became more childlike and less rigid after she made some changes with her writing and drawing.
"alright!"
It has words, pictures, and interesting elements.
Ye Li admired the painting for a moment with satisfaction, then took out a scroll and pasted the words onto it.
When Xiao Bao came to call the two of them over for lunch, they pushed open the door and saw the large calligraphy hanging on the wall.
The confusion and anxiety of the morning seemed to have found an outlet, and the little guy went up to Ye Li with a smile and took her hand.
Fu Yanci lowered his eyes, his gaze shifting slightly.
In April, the weather in the capital city gradually warmed up.
On weekdays, Fu Yanci goes to work, Ye Li goes to school, and Xiao Bao goes to kindergarten.
On weekends, the three of them would go horseback riding and kite flying in the countryside.
Although Xiao Bao still showed no intention of speaking, he became more and more lively, visibly resembling a five or six-year-old child.
Madam Fu was all smiles from morning till night.
The atmosphere inside and outside the Fu family's old residence was joyful and peaceful.
Lin Kerou was in a bad mood at all.
Before returning to China, she had already made up her mind. Whether she cried or begged, even if Fu Yanci was as hard as iron, Old Madam Fu was old and Xiao Bao was just a child, so she would eventually soften her heart.
Unexpectedly, even after being back for so long, she still hadn't seen Old Madam Fu.
She went to the door alone, and the old housekeeper's face and voice were cold: "The old lady is not receiving guests these days."
She followed Aunt Yun to her door. Although the old housekeeper didn't seem very happy, he still led them inside.
Lin Kerou had rehearsed her pleading and crying in her mind several times, but when she looked up again, both Lin Kerou and Du Yunshuang were stunned.
The old butler led the two to the large living room, which was used to entertain guests.
Tea, snacks, and fruit platters—a rich variety of items.
The old butler returned, saying, "Fourth Madam, please come with me..."
He had absolutely no intention of seeing Lin Kerou.
A person's face is their life, and a tree's bark is its life. Being so blatantly ignored made Lin Kerou grit her teeth in hatred, but she dared not show it on her face at all.
Fortunately, after all the waiting, the sun finally shone through, and we welcomed our little baby.
Although he didn't know who had taken him to the alley entrance to meet her that day, the fact remained that he had met her.
Lin Kerou thought that would be a huge turning point between her and Xiaobao, but after that day, everything went back to the way it was before.
She went to wait at the kindergarten gate, and Xiao Bao clearly saw her.
There was no obvious emotion on his face.
Their steps didn't falter for a moment.
His eyes simply conveyed three words: You've come!
Then, the Fu family's car drove further and further away.
It was as if a smoothly progressing meeting had suddenly been paused, and everything came to an abrupt end.
Lin Kerou felt terrible.
Thinking about how Xiao Bao would disappear every weekend, and after waiting in vain several times, Lin Kerou knew it must be Ye Li.
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