Chapter 5963 Calligraphy
At home, Tuoba Xian and Luo Baobao are the only ones there.
In the spacious and bright study room, which is airy and airy, Baobao Luo is sitting upright behind the desk, practicing calligraphy seriously.
Tuoba Xian is sitting aside, giving instructions carefully.
The imperial concubine fan in her hand gently sent bursts of cool breeze to her granddaughter.
In a large floor-to-ceiling vase by the window sill, there are two lotus flowers with dewdrops on them, and their faint fragrance lingers in the study.
He was rushing home under the scorching sun. Seeing such a scene, Yang Ruoqing felt refreshed and refreshed.
Her arrival broke the tranquility in the study.
Baobao Luo stood up and came to her with a face full of joy, and gently hugged her waist. Yang Ruoqing touched the top of her smooth and silky hair, and the mother and daughter were intimate for a while.
"Your mother is covered in sweat, let her cool down."
Tuoba Xian came over and said with a smile.
Baobao Luo chuckled, "Then let grandma talk to mother, and I will go and finish the rest of the words. Mother, you have to read it later!"
"Okay. , you write carefully, I will read it with your grandma later." Yang Ruoqing responded with a smile.
Seeing Tuoba Xian put down her fan and wanted to pour her tea, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly came over to stop her: "Mom, you sit down, I will pour it myself."
Neither did Tuoba Xian Reluctantly, he smiled and sat down on the stool next to him, then raised his fan and fanned gently.
The imperial concubine fan is made of a special kind of feathers. The feathers are light. The wood of the fan handle is camphor wood, which can repel mosquitoes and wake up the mind.
When I fan myself, it is always quiet.
"This pot is filled with iced sour plum soup. It is the best to quench summer heat and quench thirst. Take a few sips before talking." Tuoba Xian sent waves of cool breeze in her hand to Yang Ruoqing and reminded her at the same time. .
Yang Ruoqing drank sour plum soup and enjoyed being fanned by her mother-in-law. She felt like a queen.
"Mom, I'm not hot anymore. You can fan yourself." She drank it in one breath and sighed happily.
Tuoba Xian nodded lightly, "How is the matter handled?"
"Everything has been handled properly. He Qingsong's parents took him back to his hometown for burial."
< br>Tuoba Xian nodded again and asked about Xiao An's situation.
"Is Xiaoan still emotionally stable?"
Yang Ruoqing didn't want to tell the truth. She told Tuoba Xian here, and she would definitely tell the Sun family later.
After all, the truth has passed, so don’t let them make up for this worry again. It’s not a missing lesson, right?
"Well, Xiao An is fine. He followed him to He Qingsong's hometown, so I came back first."
Tuoba Xian sighed lightly, "Everything will pass. "The dead are gone, but the living will continue."
Yang Ruoqing hummed, poured herself another bowl of sour plum soup, held it in her hands, and drank it in small sips this time.
"Your parents have been waiting for news from you. I heard from your uncle and aunt that they are not even in the mood to dry the rice. You can go over and say hello to them after taking a rest to reassure them."
Yang Ruoqing originally planned to take a breather and go to her parents' house next door. When she heard this, she drank the sour plum soup in one gulp and quickly got up and walked out.
Baobao Luo raised his head and asked her back: "Mom, when will you come back? I'm about to finish writing!"
"After you finish writing, let grandma read it. Grandma is good at this. "Experts, I'll come back as soon as I finish talking to you."
The yard of Yang Huazhong's house next door is covered with rice, and there is a small path in the middle for only one person to walk through. Go to the door of the hall.
(End of this chapter)