"You wait."

Jingzi left a few words behind, turned around and slipped into the flower garden, leaving Zhao Rong alone there.

The latter waited quietly without any dissatisfaction.

In the flower garden.

After Jingzi returned, she saw a strange scene in front of her, and asked curiously:

"Sir, what are you doing? Why aren't you making tea?"

"What kind of tea are you drinking in the afternoon?"

"So what are you doing now?"

A lady who was wearing a graceful dress today did not even raise her head and replied in a bland tone: "Obviously, reading."

Jingzi whispered, "This is a gardening book I read..."

“Your book is not a teacher’s book.”

"Okay, you...remember to turn the pages and don't remove my bookmark."

Zhu Yourong turned another page and nodded, "Oh."

"Well, I remember it was held in place with a leaf. I was afraid I couldn't find the spot I saw last time..."

The little girl's voice became smaller and smaller, and her eyes could not help but move downward, finally staring at a red leaf on the ground.

“……”The air was somewhat quiet.

The female teacher silently bent down and picked up the red leaves at her feet, and put them back casually. She had been turning the pages too quickly in her hurry and didn't notice it.

The little book boy in blue had a somewhat resentful look in his eyes.

Zhu Yourong didn't even raise her eyelids and quietly flipped through the book.

Jingzi waited for a while, but saw Zhu Yourong flipping through a book as if he was enjoying a peaceful life, and he didn't say a word.

She tilted her head: "You want me to pass on the message, sir, then go ahead and tell me."

"Why are you in such a hurry? Wait until I finish reading the book."

"But Master Zhao is waiting outside."

The female teacher who was quietly reading a gardening book immediately asked back: "I am the teacher and he is the student. What's wrong with asking him to wait for a while? Isn't he here to respect the teacher?"

Jingzi had nothing to say. She glanced at Zhu Yourong who seemed to be neither hurried nor slow, and then looked at the pot of orchid tea and tea set left aside.

She said with some regret: "But, sir, you have spent so much time preparing this tea, I would feel bad if you don't drink it."

"No matter how much you feel pain, there will always be something more painful waiting for you. You are still too young, you will understand slowly, and you won't feel pain anymore."

'It's still too young' Jingzi said seriously: "But I still feel sad."

Zhu Yourong closed the book and sighed, "When people leave, the tea gets cold. This is the normal state of cold tea."

“…”

Jingzi: I’m still too young. Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu, please stop feeding me chicken soup. It’s so strange to understand.

The lady who was 'feeling sad and crying' looked at her servant and nodded, "Okay, if you still feel bad, then you can drink this orchid tea."

Jingzi: “Sir.”

"What happened again?"

“I am an orchid too.”

The orchid-turned-spirit said, "You were the one who enlightened me personally. Have you forgotten?"

Zhu Yourong: ...

She looked up and said seriously, "Sorry, Jingzi."

The little girl shook her head: "It's okay. You can drink the orchid tea, but I can't. Sir, so now, let's let the guy outside wait, and let him taste the herbal tea later, how about it?" She came up with an idea.

Zhu Yourong shook his head and lowered his eyes, saying, "It's almost time. Go now and ask for me... whether you don't want to be the teaching assistant of this calligraphy class anymore? If so, then from now on... I won't bother you anymore."

"Okay!" Jingzi turned and left.

"Wait." Zhu Yourong suddenly shouted again.

Jingzi braked the car, "What's wrong?"

"You...you should remove the last sentence first and only ask the first part."

Jingzi thought for a moment and repeated, "So I just asked him... Are you unwilling to be the teaching assistant of the calligraphy class?"

The female teacher, who was both a fool and a fool herself, put her hand on the book. She did not read the book, nor did she look at her own servant. She tilted her head and looked at the pieces of calligraphy that she cherished so much, which were placed on the desk not far in front of her.

The female teacher was quiet for a while, then nodded calmly.

Jingzi suggested: "Sir, why don't you ask him yourself."

"No, you go ask."

Jingzi nodded and turned to pass on the message.

Outside the flower garden.

After hearing Zhu Yourong's words, Zhao Rong looked at Jingzi who was waiting for his answer.

He frowned and thought carefully.

His intuition told him that if he didn't make a decision, he would suffer the consequences, so it was wise to cut off his own arm.

However, for some reason, Zhao Rong paused when the words came to his lips.

He turned his head and looked at the quiet and beautiful flower garden behind Jingzi.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Rong said seriously: "Tell Mr. Zhu to thank her for the Zhengguan Well water she gave me these days. It has benefited me a lot, but I don't need it now. I won't bother you every three days anymore."

In the flowerbed, a crumpled gardening book fell next to the woman's skirt.

A certain female teacher who was famous both inside and outside the academy had a strangely pale look in her eyes.

But at this moment, Zhao Rong's voice was heard again in the flower garden where the temperature dropped sharply:

"But you go and tell her that I will continue to be the teaching assistant for calligraphy, as I am not talented enough. I promised her that I would do my best to help her pursue calligraphy. Although it may seem that I am overestimating my own abilities, this promise is still valid. I will do my best and will not break it."

"The position of calligraphy teaching assistant will also make it convenient for me to come to Mr. Zhu in the future to prevent rumors. However, the three-day tea drinking ritual will end here for now."

In the flower garden, a lady opened her eyes.

She took a deep breath and hurriedly went to pick up the book that had fallen by the hem of her skirt. However, because the skirt she was wearing was too close to her body and not restrained at all, it was difficult for her to bend over and even pressing would not deflate it... She had no choice but to grab the book in her hand and dust it off.

But throughout the whole process, the busty lady's eyes were not on the book.

Outside, Jingzi nodded and went straight back to the flowerbed behind her, acting as a tool microphone.

When the little girl returned, she found something wrong again.

She was surprised and asked, "Sir, what are you doing? Didn't you say you don't want to drink tea in the afternoon?"

"I'm thirsty, can't I just drink a sip? It's not just water, it can quench my thirst."

"Then...then this tea is cold, why are you still drinking it?"

"Isn't it better to quench your thirst when the tea is cold? Sometimes, only after drinking cold tea, you can better understand the short-lived preciousness of hot tea. Cold tea is good."

“But herbal tea is bitter.”

"It's better to be bitter. After all the bitterness comes sweetness, after all the bitterness comes sweetness... Only after all the bitterness can sweetness come!" Zhu Yourong held the teacup in her hand and sipped the tea carefully. "You are still too young to understand. If it can turn sweet, how can I not drink the bitter tea?"

Jingzi: ...

Remember, that's not what you just said.

Also, too small?

Jingzi lowered her head and thought about her hometown.

I suspect Mr. is implying something about her.

And the little girl feels that your words are becoming more and more philosophical, and it seems like she is communicating across channels, and she always feels that it is not just for her to hear...

The little girl stopped looking at her feet. She looked up, got back to the business, and repeated what Zhao Rongchuan had said.

"Young Master Zhao outside said..."

Zhu Yourong did not interrupt. She smiled, sipped the bitter tea which was gradually becoming sweeter, listened to it again, and nodded.

…