Finally, Shen Qinghuan clenched her right hand tightly under her sleeve, raised her cold and elegant face slightly, and her jawline was very beautiful. She lowered her eyes and said nothing more, but changed the subject.
"By the way, we have a calligraphy club here. You dropped a fan while performing an opera, and there was calligraphy on it. It's a little damaged, so I took it there to have it repaired. Do you want to take a look?"
Sheng Wu did not mention what happened just now, and smiled gently.
"OK."
Then the two of them tacitly stopped talking about the previous topic and went straight to an attic.
"Qing Huan! You're here."
As soon as the two entered the large room on the second floor, they saw rows of practice tables and calligraphy papers hanging everywhere on the walls, waiting to be dried.
"Well, I brought...a friend here to take a look and pick up something."
Shen Qinghuan responded to her classmates' greetings with a polite nod, her expression cold. She didn't call Sheng Wu "little mom" here, probably because she thought she wouldn't want to be called that in public.
Hearing this, the other eight or nine people in the classroom immediately turned their eyes to the person next to her, and their eyes suddenly brightened.
"How come I haven't seen your friend before? She's so pretty!" After a pause, the girl seemed to realize that it was a bit impolite, and immediately added apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I just really think you're pretty, I don't mean anything else."
After all, knowledge is the most important thing in school, and praising someone's appearance is somewhat disparaging.
"It's okay." Sheng Wu smiled generously, "Thank you for the compliment."
"You guys continue with your work. I'll take her upstairs first." Shen Qinghuan saw that she was a little uncomfortable with the enthusiasm of strangers, so he reached out and pulled Sheng Wu's sleeve, pulled her upstairs, and avoided the previous question.
"Oh, okay, go ahead."
Seeing this, the others didn't say anything else, but just nodded tactfully.
Shen Qinghuan pulled Sheng Wu's sleeve and walked to the stairs, then immediately let go. The girl walked in front to lead the way. Her cold and beautiful face relaxed slightly, and she rarely explained anything to anyone.
"I didn't introduce your identity just now because I was afraid you wouldn't be used to their gazes." His voice was cold and desolate.
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Upon hearing this, Sheng Wu was stunned at first, and then she realized that Shen Qinghuan was afraid that she would misunderstand that she thought her stepmother was embarrassing her.
So he burst out laughing, "Don't worry, I'm not such a stingy person."
Seeing that she had no misunderstanding and was upset at all, but was smiling very brightly, Shen Qinghuan, who was walking in front but silently glancing at her, relaxed his brows and slightly curved his lips.
She took Shengwu up to the second floor.
"Our calligraphy club has two floors. The first floor is for practice, and the second floor is for collecting some good works and other matters, such as restoring books."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Wu glanced around the second floor and indeed found that there were fewer things for practicing calligraphy, but more works of art. There were special shelves for displaying them, as well as some strange things like brushes and tweezers.
Shen Qinghuan walked to a desk and stopped, then picked up a folding fan standing on a wooden stand.
"This is the fan you dropped last time. It has been repaired. Would you like to see it?"
"good."
Hearing this, Sheng Wu raised an eyebrow and walked forward, reaching out to take the slightly yellowed and old-fashioned fan from her hand.
Then he slowly opened it and saw a picture of cherry blossom branches swaying in the breeze, with two lines of words beside it.
"White tea is pure and happy, nothing else matters. I am waiting for the wind and for you."
Sheng Wu's eyes darkened, and she subconsciously turned the fan to take a look. Sure enough, there were two lines of words left at the back.
"Today we are separated by bitter wine and broken willow branches. There is no wind, no moon, and no you."
She had picked up this fan casually in the study that day and placed it on a shelf. The first sentence on it seemed to be written by Shen Guiwu.
She had seen him write in those days and knew his handwriting.
Sheng Wu glanced at the second line of words on the fan and it was not difficult to guess that it was written by the person Chen Guiwu was thinking about. After all, the paper on the edge of the folding fan was slightly worn, which was not natural damage, but seemed to be...
Someone holds it and strokes it every day, thinking of something.
Sheng Wu's eyes darkened and she narrowed her pupils.
Glancing at her expression, Shen Qinghuan raised an eyebrow and said, "What's wrong? Is the fan wrong?"
Sheng Wu raised his eyes to look at her, then smiled faintly and shook his head, "No."
"The fan is right, it has indeed been restored very well." It's just that the person is wrong.
As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at the fan in her hand again, asking in an indifferent voice.
"Do you know what the words on this fan mean?"
Shen Qinghuan was surprised, "You don't know?" She thought the fan belonged to Sheng Wu.
Sheng Wu didn't try to hide it, and said frankly, "It's not mine, it's...your father's."
"I also found this fan in the study. I don't recognize these two sentences, but I can tell that the second one was written by Gui Wu."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghuan's eyes lit up in surprise, and her cold and beautiful coffee-colored eyes with a natural beauty contact lens effect turned to the second sentence of the fan in Sheng Wu's hand.
So, she didn't write this sentence...
But looking at the beautiful handwriting on it, it was clearly written by a woman.
And my father and Sheng Wu got married after only knowing each other for five days...
In an instant, Shen Qinghuan's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly a white light flashed in his mind. Could it be!
Shen Qinghuan lowered her eyes and suppressed the speculation in her heart. She raised her head and turned to look at Sheng Wu. She did not directly explain the meaning of these two sentences, but just said something roughly.
"It's nothing. It's just an ordinary line of poetry. I forgot its meaning, but it seems to be about expressing freedom." There was no falsehood on her cold face.
"I see. I thought it was something to convey thoughts."
Hearing this, Sheng Wu, who pretended to be illiterate and uneducated, nodded slightly, with an expression that showed great trust in her.
"But Gui Wu seems to like this fan very much. Sometimes I see him holding it and looking at the words on it."
"I've never seen my father use this fan. Maybe he doesn't take it out very often." Things that are extremely precious are the ones that are least likely to be shown to others.
After hearing this, Shen Qinghuan had some guesses in her mind, but she didn't show it on her face. She suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh, by the way, I remembered that the material of this fan is a little different from the other fans. There is still one last step left to complete. Sorry, I may need to keep it for a few days to repair it, and then I can give it to you."
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"I enjoy the pure joy of white tea, and nothing else matters. I am waiting for the wind and for you. Bitter wine and willow branches as we part today. There is no wind, no moon, and no you." From Anne Baby's "Summer Years"
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