Lu Yanqing's fingers had thin calluses, and his palms were a little rough, but Lu Yanqing's hands were big enough to easily wrap Wen Nan's hand in his palm.
Lu Yanqing tilted his head slightly, then, with Wen Nan's swift movements, wrote three characters on the paper, slightly hastily.
Wen Nan "..."
Fortunately, Wen Nan did not make things too difficult for Lu Yanqing.
After Lu Yanqing taught him several times, Wen Nan was able to barely manage to write it down.
Lu Yanqing was reading a book beside him, while Wen Nan tirelessly wrote Lu Yanqing's name on a white sheet of paper with a brush.
Lu Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief when he realized Wen Nan didn't need to be taught anymore. Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, which was pounding so hard he felt suffocated and uncomfortable, he felt a little overwhelmed.
The study window was open, and a gentle breeze blew in from the courtyard, accompanied by the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds.
It actually looks quite harmonious.
Lu Yanqing was engrossed in reading, while Wen Nan would occasionally glance at him but remained silent.
It's already the end of March, and April will be here soon.
The provincial examination was held in August, commonly known as the autumn examination.
If we calculate carefully, there are only four months left.
Wen Nan was very quiet, which allowed Lu Yanqing to concentrate on reading.
As evening approached, Wen Nan poured a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of Lu Yanqing, telling him to rest and not let his eyes get too tired.
Wen Nan had just reached out his hand.
Lu Yanqing raised his eyes to look at Wen Nan in front of him, and Wen Nan reached out and pinched Lu Yanqing's cheek.
"Let me check if she has a fever." Wen Nan tilted her head and smiled slightly.
He said he was touching it, but his hands were actually pulling at it.
Lu Yanqing's ears turned red. He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes obscuring the emotions in them, and his slightly cool fingertips gripped the book tightly in his hand.
"Wen Nan...you're disturbing my reading." The eighteen-year-old boy didn't understand the strong, strange feeling in his heart. It was very unfamiliar, yet he couldn't ignore it.
His voice was like a spring breeze in March, sounding somewhat muffled.
Wen Nan withdrew her hand, and she grinned slightly.
Lu Yanqing, who had a fever last night and was delirious with fever, was obedient.
"Then you go read your book first, I'll go prepare dinner." Wen Nan coughed, walked out, and carefully closed the door behind her.
After Wen Nan left.
Lu Yanqing seemed to still be able to feel the strangeness on her cheek, so Wen Nan didn't use much force.
His slightly calloused hand gently brushed across his cheek, as if still warm. He quickly withdrew his hand and hurriedly picked up the book from the table.
Upon closer inspection, I realized I was holding the book upside down, so I hurriedly turned it back.
Lu Yanqing picked up the warm tea beside him, took a sip, and his mind slowly returned to normal.
Wen Nan cooks outside, and you can hear the sounds of vegetables cooking in the oil from time to time. When it gets a little dark, you can hear the croaking of frogs in the fields.
The wooden door at the entrance opened, and Zhang Ruyu walked in.
Say hello to Wen Nan.
Then Zhang Ruyu went into the study, put the books he brought back from the academy on the table, and suddenly looked at a piece of paper on the table, which was covered with dense writing.
The words were unclear at first, but gradually became clear that it was Lu Yanqing's name.
Zhang Ruyu looked at the scrawled characters. He suddenly chuckled.
“Who wrote this? It’s even uglier than mine. It’s worse than what that four-year-old in Wenzhou wrote…” Zhang Ruyu picked up the paper in front of him, raised it to look at it, and examined it carefully under the candlelight.
Lu Yanqing's wounds were still bandaged, and his voice was completely flat.
"Written by Wen Nan."
Zhang Ruyu's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He quickly put down the words in his hand, then poked his head out of the study and looked around. He found that Wen Nan was cooking in the kitchen and was completely unaware of what was happening here.
Zhang Ruyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If Wen Nan heard him say that her handwriting was ugly, Zhang Ruyu probably wouldn't have many days left to live.
Zhang Ruyu's exaggerated expression drew a slight glance from Lu Yanqing.
Zhang Ruyu is exaggerating.
Such were Lu Yanqing's thoughts.
If Zhang Ruyu knew, he would surely burst into tears. He had never seen Wen Nan's gentleness before!
Wen Nan finished cooking, and Zhang Ruyu ran out to eat happily. Lu Yanqing walked to the desk and saw Wen Nan had written his name.
From being difficult to discern at the beginning to gradually becoming clear at the end.
The entire paper was covered with Lu Yanqing's name.
After hesitating for a moment, Lu Yanqing reached out and folded the white paper in half, placing it at the very back of the drawer in the warm candlelight.
...
The store is doing as well as ever, with customers even queuing up to buy.
There are long queues from morning till night, but the number of seats is limited, and there are also regulations for business operations; they have to close on time.
Therefore, many people in the city cannot afford to eat lobsters freely.
Despite the booming business, prices in Wennan have not been raised at all.
Whether you're rich or poor, you have to queue up; everyone can afford crayfish that cost a few dozen yuan.
Because it's affordable for everyone, it has a large audience, and even more people eat it.
On Li Chuyi's birthday, Wen Nan closed its doors for the whole day.
Li Chuyi repeatedly emphasized that she wanted to eat crayfish from Wennan as a birthday gift, so Wennan would close for a day.
The news released at Li Chuyi's birthday banquet revealed that the main dish was crayfish.
Li Chuyi was originally the county magistrate's granddaughter, and she had only come over before the New Year. Some people came here to curry favor with the county magistrate.
Some families who don't run businesses come specifically for the crayfish.
Wen Nan naturally received Li Chuyi's invitation as well, and despite Li Chuyi's repeated reminders, Wen Nan still came.
...
"You offended this magistrate's granddaughter last time, didn't you?" A woman named Luo Huai stepped out of a carriage next to them. She was dressed in a dignified blue dress and wore gold jewelry on her head. She reached out and tightly grasped Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan pouted slightly and turned her head away unhappily.
Wen Nuan is also here today to attend the banquet; it's Li Chuyi's birthday party.
Wen Nuan wore a pink dress and had her hair styled in a girlish bun, with a kingfisher feather and pearl hairpin inserted in her dark hair.
She slightly pursed her lips, gently twisting the pink handkerchief in her hand between her fingers.
“This Li Chuyi is the county magistrate’s granddaughter. She’s from the capital. Her family is wealthy and powerful. You offended her before, and when the old lady heard about it, she scolded me.” Luo Huai reached out and tapped Wen Nuan’s head.
But he didn't use any force.
"The old lady said that I, as a concubine, should not come to such an occasion, but you offended her last time, so she asked you to come and make sure you get along well with Li Chuyi. She also asked me to come and keep a close eye on you."
When Luo Huai mentioned her identity, she reached out and touched the gold hairpin in her hair. She was from the wealthy Wen family, and although she was a concubine.
However, her monthly salary was more than that of other families' principal wives, but even so...
Ultimately, a concubine is not as good as a wife. Luo Huai's status has always been a point of contention.
She often felt ashamed.
Shen Qing has been dead for four years, and she still can't reach that position.
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