In Lanxuan's study, the two finally remembered today's important business.

Squeezed together at the table again.

At this time, Zhu Yourong had one hand behind her back, holding the paper with the other hand, lightly resting it on her pointed chin, and staring at Zhao Rong's profile so close to her without blinking.

The brush in his hand was dipped in the fine ink she had ground earlier, but his thick brows remained frowned.

The young student who filled Zhu Yourong's narrow field of vision was staring at the paper, his profile full of concentration and seriousness. He seemed to be thinking about something, pursing his lips from time to time.

For a moment, no words were spoken.

When Zhu Yourong saw this scene, she was in no hurry to urge him. She even slowed down her breathing and waited. Her eyes fell on the focused profile of the man beside her with a hint of curiosity.

In the past, others were always waiting for her to think and speak.

Because Zhu Yourong is a master, and it is rare for her to stand beside the 'master' quietly and carefully, as she does now.

What's more, he is a younger...brother than her. Well, Zhu Yourong felt that half a century was not too old, and she was more than qualified to be Zhao Rong's sister. Generally speaking, people of the same age should interact with each other. Zhao Rong is seventeen... It's not too much to call her sister, right?

The woman in Confucian clothes couldn't help laughing when she thought of the scene of Zhao Rong calling her "big sister" in a frustrated manner, but she still pursed her lips and didn't say anything, for fear of disturbing him.

Moreover, Zhu Yourong felt that the threat of the beating just now, plus the unspoken inducement of the two, which made Zhao Rong grit his teeth and call out "Teacher Zhu", was probably the limit. The head-patting was indeed a bit of a crazy test. Didn't you see that Tzuyu didn't pay much attention to her now? She must be still angry...

Zhu Yourong narrowed her eyes as usual and looked at Zhao Rong's expression.

Mr. or teacher is too old, it would be more appropriate to call them "sister", but... there's no rush.

She nodded slightly.

In fact, Zhu Yourong didn't think there was anything wrong with the two of them just relaxing and playing around in their spare time.

She likes interesting things, interesting people, interesting stories, interesting words, and even the ink that can write interesting words. She likes them all and will...try them occasionally.

As early as when she decided to give up almost everything and just seek "I am happy", Zhu Yourong was determined that in this life, she would experience interesting things.

But this does not mean that she completely gave up her modesty, stopped being self-disciplined in everything, and completely indulged in pleasure.

Zhu Yourong has his own set of inner standards, which are not bottom lines but very high standards.

For example, when it comes to the standard of making friends, she also longs for a life where "a pot of tea, three or two close friends, and some leisure time in life" is enough.

I have been practicing Taoism for only half a century, but now I have only a few friends who can send letters to me and with whom I can talk instead of just asking boring questions.

What’s more, it’s a close friend who shares the same interests and can confide in you?

It’s not because I’ve met few people or my vision is too narrow.

The elders in her family believed that women should have broad vision and expand their horizons so as not to be fooled by men. Therefore, Zhu Yourong traveled to various continents at an early age. What she saw ranged from talented people in various places to people in the world.

She had seen so much that she realized how difficult it was to just be able to chat with someone, apart from all the external halos.

Not to mention similar interests and tacit understanding between words and deeds.

As for those upright gentlemen and modest scholars among his fellow disciples, Zhu Yourong felt that it was not appropriate to get too close to them. A casual distance was enough.

It’s not because he thinks they are hypocritical and rigid. On the contrary, Zhu Yourong actually respects these fellow disciples very much.

But because... it's not interesting enough.

If you really have to ask Zhu Yourong, what is interesting in her eyes.

In fact, many people have asked her this question openly or secretly, of course, in a different way.

For example, she once had a conversation with a Confucian gentleman from a well-known place on several continents while drinking tea. When Zhu Yourong was about to get up and say goodbye, this gentleman, who was known for his good temper, suddenly said:

"Brother Wei Rui, why do you enjoy mountains but not water?"

Zhu Yourong knew that these problems were essentially the same.

If the weather is light and the view is wide, she likes to point to a row of green hills in the distance and say with a smile:

The unevenness is interesting, the varying heights of the mountains are charming, but if they were all uniform, no matter how steep and magnificent the mountains were, they would be dull and boring, making her lose interest in climbing them.

And if he was not in the mood, Zhu Yourong would pick up a pen and "draw" a few words on the paper, and then he would point at these words, which were of different sizes but very different, with joy and say something seriously.

'That's what's interesting'.

However, although Zhu Yourong had no interest in elegant gentlemen, her disciple who liked to have a stern face seemed to enjoy interacting with upright gentlemen. On the contrary, she disliked the man in front of her who was now her temporary teacher and asked her to dig a hole and bury the ruler.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yourong smiled.

I don’t think there is anything wrong with it. Her child Xuan Ji is actually very cute.

As for the reason why Zhu Yourong's feeling made Zhao Rong so upset, of course it was because...

This is her disciple. No matter what, she thinks it's good. Zhu Yourong is justified in this double standard.

I guess if Zhao Rong heard this, he would nod and sincerely agree with the words "You are older, so you have the final say."

In short, no matter what I say.

For Zhu Yourong, the most important thing is the word "fun".

For example, at this moment, she feels that calligraphy is the most interesting thing in the world.

Besides writing, teaching and imparting knowledge is also a pleasure.

And beating Zhao Ziyu with a stick like he did just now and listening to him calling "teacher" with gritted teeth and insincerely was a new kind of fun.

so.

More than a month ago, under the early morning sun at noon, I saw Zhao Rong’s name for the first time.

A tremor in the heartstrings.

Half a month ago, at an unnamed intersection on the way to Lanzhou Ferry for class, I met Zhao Rong who called himself "Lin Wenruo". He looked serious and self-righteous, but he was perfect in making fun of himself for being a gigolo.

She tried hard to suppress her laughter and keep a straight face.

Also, Zhu Yourong has been thinking back to this day about Zhao Rong's expressionless face and his hurried steps after she unexpectedly exposed his true identity.

No matter what she was doing, she would suddenly smile, or mutter a few words, and then continue to work with a smile;

Or stop moving, support your chin, be dazed for a while, and make your lips curl even more.

Not long ago, Zhu Yourong was writing by the west window. He noticed the swaying light and shadow, frowned and looked up, and then his face bathed in the morning light came into his sight.

The surprise that suddenly blossomed in the ordinary life and...the slight annoyance that the woman's privacy was seen by him.

All of this, for this woman who loved to wear Confucian robes but only wore a bellyband instead of a chest wrap, the feeling in her heart, and the other feeling when she recalled it, she felt, could never be told to outsiders.

Therefore, Jingzi and the others were still unaware of the "fun" in Zhu Yourong's daily life, and instead felt that... the teacher was too fast.

And these days, Zhu Yourong and Zhao Rong spent some time together.

There's some strange tacit understanding that comes out of nowhere.

Or when many people are present, he and she look at each other in the crowd with sudden inspiration, raise their heads, and look into each other's eyes.

Or some small movements and details of each other were seen through by the other party at a glance. Her ears blushed and he pursed his lips, while others were still confused and didn't even notice it at all.

Or just like when Jingzi closed the door and ran away, the two of them looked at each other in silence, but silence was more powerful than words. She knew that he was angry, and she also roughly knew what kind of anger he was angry about. He was not angry about being beaten with a stick, but that he was angry that she did not speak up to explain the misunderstanding to the little girl.

Zhu Yourong knew it all, and she knew that Ziyu knew it all too, and the two of them were like the lake of their hearts connected together, with the water pouring down in all directions, the surface of the lake shimmering, covered with the same waves and flowing with the same clear blue sky.

His heart is known even before he speaks.

At the desk near the west window, the woman in scholar's robe was in a trance.

So this is a tacit understanding between us. As long as I bite my lip and give him a look, as long as I roll up my sleeves and write a word, as long as I lower my brows and remain silent, he can see the peace in my heart, but...

At this time, Zhu Yourong was bending over, with his head lowered and his eyes closed, facing the desk, as if he was carefully looking at the words Zhao Rong was writing on the desk.

But at a certain moment, she blinked her eyes, as if she came back to her senses, and she couldn't help but glance at the focused expression of the man next to her with her willow eyes.

It’s just that this guy seems a little different from what I had imagined. Sometimes he is not serious at all and likes to sneak a glance there; sometimes he is extremely serious, like now, he doesn’t even look at me, the teacher... He is even stranger than the soulmate described in the book, but seems also... more interesting.

Phew, he is so stupid.

But the words are really beautiful...

Just as a certain lady in Confucian robes was daydreaming about having found a soulmate, a thin hand quietly reached out from the other side of the table and grabbed an ancient book of unofficial history that the owner of the hand had casually placed on the table after entering the room.

The book in the palm of his hand was rolled up.

Then, it lifted up and fell down.

Bang--!

"Ouch!"

The scroll fell on Zhu Yourong's smooth forehead.

When tapped lightly, a faint blush appeared somewhere on the fair skin.

The woman was still secretly laughing at Zhao Rong the previous second, but the next second she was covering her forehead with both hands and leaning back.

She opened her eyes wide and glared at Zhao Rong who was writing with his head down. Then, as if she thought of something, her eyes widened even further.

Is Zhiyin so amazing? He is so in tune with me that he can tell that I am laughing without even looking at him!

Zhao Rong didn't even raise his head, and said softly, "Teacher Zhu, you are peeking at me again!"

I'm 'again' you big head ghost!

Zhu Yourong heaved a sigh of relief. She looked at Zhao Rong with her teeth itching. But then she turned her head away with a slightly embarrassed expression. She had just complained that someone was peeking at her, but now...

Zhao Rong still didn't look up. He stared at the words under his pen. He kept writing and nodded with a serious look.

"Hey, do I look good?"

Zhu Yourong: "..."