Du Hui flipped through Hu Xu's poetry book and said confidently, "I've read it. With Brother Yuan's guidance, Zhuchun will definitely pass the imperial examination next spring. When this 'New Collection of Elementary Studies' comes out, it will be a hot commodity."
Xu Jiang hadn't given it much thought. She simply thought Hu Xu's poetry was good and suitable for inclusion in the elementary school, so she made this plan. If Hu Xu really passed the spring examination, it would be a congratulatory gift, adding icing on the cake for him.
After receiving the book of poems, Du Hui did not stay for long. He said goodbye to Xu Jiang and left with the book.
Xu Jiang felt relieved, her mind at ease. Seeing she still had some time to spare, she pulled out her account books and checked them. After checking, she went through the remaining bookshelves one by one.
When he checked the innermost shelf, he saw a pile of scrolls on it, and he knew that they were the ones that Zhuchun had not taken away.
She used a stool to take down the scrolls and sort them out, but she accidentally lost her grip and dropped several of them to the ground. One of the scrolls rolled away. She looked down and was stunned for a moment.
She got down from the stool, picked up the scroll on the ground, and brought it to the table together with the one in her arms, opening them one by one to look at them.
It's all her.
She is different. Sometimes she is drying books, sometimes she is annotating, sometimes she is picking vegetables, sometimes she is making tea...the signature is always Zhuchun.
Looking at these paintings and stroking the signatures one by one, Xu Jiang felt his eyes sore.
"Takeharu--"
After staring at them for a long time, she carefully put away the paintings one by one, and then found a box to put them away properly and preserve them carefully.
Lou Yunchun was restless the whole day. He thought about what Yuan Zuzhi had told him yesterday about the trouble Xu Jiang Bookstore was in, and he also thought about that 'Zhu Chun'. He didn't even know there was such a person.
He suddenly recalled the day he and Xu Jiang were eating dried persimmons in the bookshop. The first thing Mi Pudong, the man next door, called him when he came in was "Zhuchun." He also recalled the painting "Drying Persimmons" he had seen in the bookshop that day, also signed "Zhuchun." Yuan Zuzhi also constantly praised him, praising him as someone unparalleled in the world.
He left his mark everywhere in Xu Jiang's life, so he must be closer to her and understand her better than he does.
What is his relationship with Xu Jiang?
A jar of vinegar silently poured into his heart, so sour that Lou Yunchun lost his appetite and couldn't even eat a few of the bean curd ribs made by Xu Jiang.
Finally, he could no longer sit still. As soon as he came out of the Dali Temple, he rode his horse towards the bookstore.
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