When Fu Xiao's hands felt a little sore from writing, he stopped writing, put the brush aside, rubbed his wrist, and sighed, "I never thought that writing could be so tiring."
Mu Lianshen had a gentle smile on his lips and took her wrist to rub it.
"It's not easy,"
Fu Xiao looked at him with a smile, "Your handwriting is so good, you must have practiced for a long time."
"Well, I started writing since I was a child," Mu Lianshen put down her hand and began to tidy up the desk.
Put aside what she had just written.
The ink on his writing had dried, so he rolled it up and placed it on a shelf nearby.
In a gentle tone, he said, "Over the years, whenever I want to relax, I pick up the brush."
Fu Xiao walked to a shelf on the side, picked up one of the rolled-up papers, and slowly opened it. "Did you write all this?"
When he saw the words clearly, his expression paused slightly.
A whole piece of paper was filled with Fu Jingshu's name written on it.
She lowered her eyes, rolled up the paper and put it back in its place.
Mu Lianshen walked forward, picked up a roll of paper at random, opened it and took a look, "These words should have been written ten years ago."
"oh,"
The two of them were speechless.
Even now.
Fu Jingshu is still a taboo between the two of them.
At this time, someone knocked on the study door.
"Commander, dinner is ready."
The silence was broken, and Fu Xiao's eyes also flashed with waves. She raised her eyes and looked at Mu Lianshen with a sweet smile on her face: "I'm hungry."
"Then let's go eat. We've prepared your favorite dishes."
Mu Lianshen took her hand lovingly and walked out.
A dining table was prepared in the yard.
There were the same dishes on both tables. The two old men sat down at one of the tables. Fu Sui ran to the other table and sat down. Looking at the table full of delicious food, he began to look around for people who hadn't come. "Xiao Yu, please hurry up,"
Fu Xiao looked at his anxious look and asked with a smile: "Have you washed your hands?"
"I washed it,"
Seeing that everyone was seated, he kept glancing at the two old men next to him.
He picked up his chopsticks to pick up food only after they started eating.
Mu Lianshen, who was sitting at the next table, saw Cheng Yuan asking someone to bring out a bottle of wine. He frowned and said in a low voice, "Uncle Cheng, my father can't drink."
Cheng Yuan glanced at him impatiently, "Who am I?"
"If he can't drink, can I still let him drink?"
I've just taken his pulse. With his current physical condition, there's absolutely no problem for him to drink a small amount of alcohol.
Although I was surprised at the extent of his recovery, when I thought of Fu Xiao's medical skills, I no longer had to worry about any problems.
"That's right," Mr. Mu picked up his wine glass and handed it to him, watching him pour it eagerly.
Although it was just a small cup, one could still see his happy expression. He leaned closer to smell the aroma of the wine, then sighed with satisfaction.
Ever since he fell ill, Mu Lianshen strictly forbade him to drink and asked Uncle Liu to keep an eye on him.
I'm really greedy.
Cheng Yuan only poured three glasses of wine and handed the jug to Zhai Jiu next to him.
Zhai Jiu filled the glass in front of him. When he was about to pour wine for Mu Lianshen, he was stopped by him and said, "I don't want to drink."
Zhai Jiu raised his eyebrows calmly and put down the wine jug.
At this time, Cheng Yuan looked at him with disdain and waved his hand, saying, "If you don't want to drink, go sit at the table with the kids..."
Zhai Jiu sneered and raised the wine glass to his lips.
Mu Lianshen continued to pick up the dishes without changing his expression.
Mr. Mu, Zhai Shixiong, and Cheng Yuan took only small sips of wine each time and chatted about the past.
Zhai Jiu drank the wine in silence.
At the entire dinner table, only Mu Lianshen was eating quietly.
After finishing his meal, he stood up, walked over to sit next to Fu Xiao, and started picking up food for her.
Fu Xiao smiled: "Have you finished eating?"
"Yeah," Mu Lianshen was picking out the fish bones for her, and only after he was done did he give her the fish meat.
"Tsk tsk," Fu Sui couldn't help but smacking his lips.
"Uncle, Xiaoxiao will be spoiled by you sooner or later,"
Fu Xiao glared at him and said, "Third brother, I can't even stop you from talking when I eat."
Listening to their jokes, Mu Lianshen also had a smile in his eyes.
The sun sets in the west and the sky gradually darkens.
Dinner was almost over before it got completely dark.
The three old men had a lot to talk about when they got together, so they went back to their rooms after dinner.
Zhai Yumo came to Zhai Jiu and said, "Uncle Jiu, I'm going back first."
Zhai Jiu, who was still drinking, hummed softly.
Mu Lianshen brought Fu Xiao to her room. It was not the one she lived in last time, but a large room that had been redecorated. Various flowers could be seen outside the window.
"This has been arranged long ago, but there are no clothes in the closet."
Fu Sui, who followed in from behind, exclaimed: "Wow... This is more than twice as big as Xiao Yu and I's room."
Fu Xiao smiled and asked, "Where is your room?"
Fu Sui pointed behind him, "The one opposite you."
“Let’s go and have a look…”
Mu Lianshen looked at them and chuckled, "Don't play too late, go to bed early."
"OK,"
Mu Lianshen walked out of the room, followed the stone path to the cobblestone path in the yard, and looked up at the distant sky.
He can be a good father in front of his children and try his best to make up for his previous mistakes.
But whenever he was alone, he would always think of the woman he loved most.
Look up at the sky, it is full of stars.
The loneliness in his heart almost overwhelmed him.
Under the tightly furrowed brows, a pair of indifferent eyes had long lost the warmth and affection in front of Fu Xiao, and had become dull and lifeless.
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