Without a doubt, Yu Xiangrong assumed that Jing Zhe was not from Jingzhou and was only here to take care of some business, and would naturally leave once he was done.
Pengzhou... must be very far away...
For Yu Xiangrong, who had never even left her home, such a distant place was tantamount to a final farewell.
The peach blossoms, which were originally radiant, seemed to be veiled with a layer of mist.
Seeing this, Jing Zhe quickly said, "Xiangrong, I just have to leave Jingzhou for a while, I'll be back!"
"real?"
Yu Xiangrong said expectantly.
"Yes, I'm going to Jinxi. I'll be back as soon as I'm done."
After saying that, I wanted to tease her: "What, you don't think I'm leaving and never coming back, and you're reluctant to let me go?"
I thought that given Yu Xiangrong's personality, she would definitely be too shy to speak at this moment, but to my surprise, she was unusually bold. Although she didn't say anything, she nodded firmly.
Then he asked, "You called me... Xiangrong?"
"Hmm...yes, we're acquainted now. I've heard the Duke of Yu call you that too. Is that not allowed?"
"But I'm older than you..."
Yu Xiangrong tilted her head, neither saying yes nor no, only saying this one sentence.
"Yes, that's true."
Jing Zhe nodded, "But I just want you to think of Xiang Rong!"
"..."
Yu Xiangrong's small mouth was slightly open, her face somewhat blank, unsure of what to say.
"By the way, which section of this newspaper do you like best? The monkey stories?"
Jing Zhe changed the subject at the right moment.
Hearing about the newspaper, Yu Xiangrong regained her previous spirits and said with a smile, "I like them all. The story of the monkey is also very good, but my favorite... is still that poem!"
Then he muttered to himself, "A glance is enough to see each other, yet every step feels like crossing a fortified city... How wonderful!"
After saying that, he added, "However, it's not as good as the one you wrote for me..."
"..."
It seems that every woman loves to compare herself to others, and even someone as charming and innocent as Yu Xiangrong is no exception.
"Really? Since you like it, I can write you a few more poems in the future, okay?"
"OK!"
Seeing Yu Xiangrong's joyful and jubilant appearance, so different from her previous naive and innocent demeanor, Jing Zhe felt extremely satisfied.
...
Next, Jing Zhe "checked" whether Yu Xiangrong's calligraphy had improved. When he saw the characters Yu Xiangrong was writing now, he was surprised.
Seeing this, Yu Xiangrong became somewhat nervous: "What's wrong, young master? Is it not written well?"
"It's not bad, it's wonderful!"
Jing Zhe snapped out of his daze and praised, "How did you improve so quickly in such a short time?"
In fact, calligraphy requires perseverance. Moreover, calligraphy is similar to martial arts training; it requires practice from a young age. Once you develop your own writing style, it is difficult to change it.
Yu Xiangrong has been writing calligraphy for many years, while Jing Zhe only left her one piece of calligraphy. He didn't have high expectations for her to make any breakthroughs.
However, her handwriting is indeed different from before. Although there is still a considerable gap between her and his handwriting, she is eventually getting closer to his level.
Yu Xiangrong blushed, her peach blossom eyes sparkling like stars.
"I just... copied your handwriting for a long time..."
After listening, Jing Zhe walked to the stone table, flipped open the newspaper on top, and was startled by the thick stack of "Shuidiao Getou" poems underneath. In just a few days, she had written so much?
One can imagine that Yu Xiangrong would come here to write every day after waking up, repeating the same monotonous routine, which made Jing Zhe feel a little sad.
"You only wrote this one poem, 'Prelude to Water Melody'?"
Yu Xiangrong nodded, "Hmm...it doesn't seem like there's anything else I can write about!"
"Why don't you write a story?"
Jing Zhe thought for a moment and then said.
"story?"
Yu Xiangrong's eyes brightened. "Is it the same story as the monkey story in the newspaper?"
However, he shook his head again: "But I can't think of that kind of story!"
"No need to think about it. I'll explain it to you, and you can write it down in your own words later, okay?"
Yu Xiangrong had lived a monotonous life for over twenty years. If he hadn't come, she would have continued living that monotonous life forever.
So Jing Zhe wanted her to have some things to do, so that her future life would be more colorful.
"Okay, what's the story?"
Yu Xiangrong asked curiously, her eyes full of anticipation.
Of course, Jing Zhe couldn't tell her mythological stories like Journey to the West, nor could he tell her stories of fighting and killing like Water Margin or Romance of the Three Kingdoms. After thinking it over, the one that best suited Xiang Rong's temperament was Dream of the Red Chamber!
The two sat down at the stone table, and Jing Zhe began to speak.
Sure enough, Yu Xiangrong was deeply attracted by the story. She felt a little sorry for Lin Daiyu's delicate nature, while at the same time she was amazed by Wang Xifeng's bold and shrewish style, as well as the different lives of the various characters in the story.
After listening for a while, Yu Xiangrong took the initiative to ask, "Young Master, can you really let Xiangrong write this story?"
"Yes, would Xiangrong be willing to write?"
"willing!"
Yu Xiangrong nodded quickly. She loved the story so much that she felt every character in it was vivid and real. She thought how wonderful it would be to record them with her own pen.
In that instant, she even had a feeling that she now loved the story more than the poetry.
Jing Zhe had this in mind all along. Firstly, Yu Xiangrong would have something to do at home and wouldn't be too bored. Secondly, if this story were written down, it could not only be used as content for the newspaper's entertainment section, but Yu Xiangrong could also gain the reputation of a talented woman.
Then, who will dare to call her foolish? Or simple-minded?
Although Jing Zhe thought her adorable and innocent demeanor was quite cute, being adorable and innocent in front of him was enough!
Yu Xiangrong took the plan very seriously. After talking to Jing Zhe, she hunched over the table and wrote furiously, as if afraid that she would forget the stories. Every now and then, she would ask Jing Zhe if it was okay to write it this way or that way.
"Xiang Rong".
Jing Zhe laughed and said, "Now that you've written this story, it's yours. As for how you want the characters in the story to be, just write them however you want. You don't need to ask me anymore."
Yu Xiangrong nodded as if she understood, and continued writing.
What followed was a long period of quiet.
The courtyard was bathed in warm sunlight, with the occasional chirping of birds. A gentle breeze carried the faint fragrance of Yu Xiangrong's body, and the only sounds were the swishing of a brush against rice paper. Jing Zhe sat in his chair, watching this quiet and serene scene, without feeling bored at all.
After an unknown amount of time, Yu Xiangrong finally put down her pen, stretched, and turned to the side to find Jing Zhe sitting quietly beside her, watching her. A blush immediately rose on her face.
"Young Master..."
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