Lu Zhou blinked and looked at Xin Yi. Today, she had just learned the story "High Mountains and Flowing Waters".
The sunlight outside the window slanted in. Lu Xinyi was lying on a bamboo chair nearby, with a blanket on his legs and a heater at his feet. He held the stove in his hand and held a storybook upside down. , being drowsy.
Lu Zhou sat on the small bamboo stool in front of the desk.
Lu Zhou sighed: "If Zhong Ziqi and Boya were both good at drums and harp, they would not have such a friendship."
Xin Yi put down the slip and picked it up Tea cup, while looking at her casually: "Why do you say that?"
As the old saying goes: People with different wills and different paths cannot work together. It can be seen that people who share the same goals and interests become friends and learn from each other, which is the source of friendship.
Lu Zhou raised her shrewd eyebrows and looked at Xin Yi: "Boss, have you and your colleagues become real friends?"
She put down the tea cup with some embarrassment: " Of course, I will send them some small gifts regularly, and sometimes even give them to customers. We have a very good relationship on the surface! It is quite common to discuss dramas together!"
Lu Zhou blinked, leaned back, and leaned on the backrest: "Boss, you have said it on the surface."
"In my opinion, boss, only people who complement each other can become Allies and similar people are more likely to become enemies. Even if there is a moment of love, it is just a temporary pain. The companions are destined not to last long, and the talents in the two industries will cherish each other more. "
Listening to Lu Zhou's words, Lu Xinyi was silent for a long time. She said nothing more.
Everyone has different experiences, and everyone has their own different views on the world. What she has experienced is not much more than Lu Zhou’s. At best, she can be regarded as a scripture teacher who teaches her how to read and read. That's all, how can it influence her character and destiny?
Thinking about it this way, she closed her eyes and began to drift back and forth between dreams and reality.
While half asleep and half awake, she suddenly heard a voice coming from afar. Although it came from a very far away place, it lingered in her ears, as if she was wrapped up in it:
“I’m here to find you, Boss Lu.”
Lu Xinyi woke up from his dream: "Song!"
But there was no one around him, only a few rays of sunlight came in. Waking up in the evening is often the loneliest time, especially when there is no one around you. No.
I don’t know how long this time has lasted since I came back from the palace last time. There was no letter from Sui for a long time, and he never came to see her again. As expected, the songs she wrote became popular all over the country. The Huahua Theater was unparalleled for a while. Under Huazhu's suggestion, they managed to open several more branches.
Lu Xinyi rubbed her eyes, sat on a wicker chair, and was in a daze for a long time. It was not until someone came to the door and knocked on the door that her nerves were slightly awakened.
Huazhu walked in, squatted beside her, and covered her legs with the blanket again: "I thought you were still asleep, and nothing was wrong, so why don't you sleep a little longer."
Xin Yi shook his head, picked up the tea cup on the side, and took a big sip of tea: "I always fall asleep. It turns out that sleeping can make a person boring. Where is Mr. Ming?"
"Mr. Ming is listening to the play. "Since they brought Zhuorui back, they built a small attic for him just for him to watch movies. This not only prevents others from disturbing him, but also allows him to watch his movies in peace without any interference from the outside world. .
“Boss Lu, Nujun’s brother is here.” Huazhu said, “I have arranged a good guest room for him. Take a look. Do you want to see him again?”
< br>Lifting the blanket, Lu Xinyi got off the wicker chair and looked at the fabric on the table. The fabric was soft and smooth. Although it used a lot of elements from the Moon Kingdom, in the final analysis, it was still the needlework of Jingguo's clothing. Laws and styles. She stroked the patterns on it. The embroiderer's newly embroidered totem - the snow wolf was majestic in the wind, its huge teeth and claws were shocking. There were also some children's clothing with patterns of little wolves embroidered on them. He tilted his head and his confused eyes made people smile.
She closed her eyes and suddenly remembered the group of little duck-like little guys, who were stumbling toward her and calling her aunt.
For a moment, she felt that staying here might not be a bad thing.
What a pity.
Lu Xinyi turned around and looked at Huazhu: "These clothes are well made, are they made according to the queen's wishes?"
"Of course." Huazhu nodded.
"Then send someone to deliver it to the palace. The queen's brother is here, so just ask him to deliver it. There is no need to arrange a guest room for him." She said calmly.
Hua Zhu was stunned in place: "But boss, didn't you and the female gentleman agree a long time ago to let the young master come to our place for training? If you send him back so rashly, if you anger the female gentleman, Jun..."
Why does she want to anger Sui? She just felt guilty and didn't dare to face Sui. She felt that she had failed Sui, so how could she be embarrassed to accept her favor again.
Perhaps seeing Xin Yi's dilemma, Huazhu stepped forward and said tentatively: "In that case, I will ask the young master to come and get the things!"
Lu Xinyi nodded.
Huazhu pursed her lips and smiled, turned around and walked out of the room.
I don’t know when it started, but the winter was getting deeper. Lu Xinyi traced her eyebrows in front of the mirror. After seeing off the young master from Qingqiu, she would have to return to the Duke’s Mansion.
The wind blows the curtains, and the luxurious soles are imprinted on the shiny wooden floor. The crane cloak wraps the delicate and fair skin. On the corners of the brocade robe, there are several flying cranes embroidered on it. The person becomes more and more graceful, a few strands of black hair fly sideways, and bursts of fragrance are scattered in the wind.
Lu Xinyi almost turned around, but she held it back, turned her back to the door, and said to the visitor behind her: "The clothes are on the table. The young master has taken them back. Please reply to your commanding sister. It's my fault that I couldn't deliver it in person..."
The man didn't speak, but just stared at the snow outside the window for a long time, and then said softly: "Boss Lu, long time no see. You once told me that farming is not where I belong. Could it be that today's pear garden is not where I belong too?" ”
Is it him? Lu Xinyi clenched his fists and said casually: "Young master, you have a noble status. How can you belong to a place like this?"
The man chuckled: "Boss Lu was wrong, this place It’s all Boss Lu’s hard work. Boss Lu is a prostitute, but he can Having such a family fortune in such a short period of time is exactly where Song should learn..."
"What's your name?" Lu Xinyi's mind felt as if she was struck by lightning, and she felt numb all over her body and limbs. Unable to move, his mind went blank, and he turned around.
When their eyes met, the face that she thought about day and night appeared in front of her peacefully, as if it had never gone far. She had painted that face countless times in her heart and mind. His eyebrows, eyes, and outline were complete at this moment, opposite her.
Song's lips parted slightly, and he bowed and saluted: "I'll paint Shansong below."