Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

That night, Wanwan was having dinner when Yan Huaiming came back from outside.

Wanwan put down her chopsticks, went over to take his cloak and hung it on the rack, "Sir, why didn't you send someone to tell me so I could wait for you and have dinner together."

Yan Huaiming rubbed his brows. He looked tired and his voice was a little hoarse. "There are no such rules."

Wanwan followed him into the house. She remembered that they had parted on bad terms last time and was afraid that he was still angry.

Yan Huaiming walked to the table. There were only three small dishes on it, and the portions were not big. Wanwan had almost finished eating, with a small half left.

The maid said, "What would you like to eat, sir? I will tell the kitchen to prepare it immediately."

He waved his hand and asked the maid to add a set of bowls and chopsticks for him.

Then he asked Wanwan, "Are you still eating?"

Wanwan shook her head.

He put his hand on her face and looked at her carefully for a while, "You should eat something. I haven't seen you for a few days. Your face is not round anymore."

He ordered the maid: "Make her a bowl of rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice."

"Sir, aren't you going to eat?" Wanwan sat down with him. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dishes she had eaten. He looked like he was eating with relish.

Yan Huaiming said: "I don't like sweet food."

Wanwan remembered that he had spent a long time picking out the apricots he bought from that stall last time. The apricots were very sweet.

She thought he loved to eat it, so she bought a lot of it to please him.

Now that I think about it, he only ate one slowly last time, and the rest were eaten by her.

But since she had brought them all, she couldn't help but let Yan Huaiming know that she had put a lot of thought into him. She asked, "Sir, don't you like dried apricots too?"

"I bought the same one as last time."

"I brought it to you."

Yan Huaiming glanced at her and asked, "Did you buy it for me or for yourself?"

She finished the whole bag and didn't even bother to leave some for him.

Wanwan smiled and said, "I bought a lot. I can't finish it all by myself."

"Sir, would you like to eat?" she asked him.

Yan Huaiming thought for a while, looked at her and said, "You can eat one."

He emphasized the "one".

Wanwan couldn't help but laugh at him.

After dinner, he called her to the desk and put pen and ink on it for her. "Come, let's see how your homework is going."

The teacher he hired for her was very patient. In just a few days, she had learned dozens of words. However, her handwriting was really ugly, crooked, and the ink was uneven.

Yan Huaiming watched her write while grinding ink, and said with a smile: "Not bad, I can recognize it."

He asked again: "Can you understand the letter?"

When they were in Huaizhou, he had a rare chance to free up and didn't have to deal with Li Zhikai's people, so he took her to the lake. They rented a small boat and rowed slowly.

Their boat was anchored in the middle of the lake, where lotus leaves stretched to the sky, endless and green. He leaned against the side of the boat, and she lay on her back on his lap. A lotus leaf was just blocking her eyes, but she pushed it aside and reached out to pick a lotus pod. As she peeled it, she asked, "Young Master, would you like some?"

Yan Huaiming looked at her two white arms. Her sleeves had all fallen down. Her fingers, like peeling onions, were slowly peeling the green lotus pods. Her nails were long, and she made some bumps while peeling.

Yan Huaiming reached out and took the lotus pod, peeled it in two or three strokes, and fed one to her mouth, "You obviously want to eat it, but you still ask me."

Wanwan climbed up from his lap, took one from his hand and fed it to him with a smile, "Young Master, have some too."

They stopped deep in the lotus flowers, just the two of them, quietly snuggling together and talking softly.

Yan Huai knew that she only knew those few characters, so he chose a simple and popular poem to teach her: "Picking lotus in the South Pond in autumn, the lotus flowers are taller than people. Bending down to play with the lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water. Placing the lotus in my sleeve, the lotus heart is completely red."

He returned to Shangjing and was busy all day. He didn't see her for half a month, but she never sent anyone to invite him once.

It was clear that when he sent her to the Meilin Courtyard, he said to her: "If you miss me, send someone to find me. No matter how busy I am, I will find a way to come."

"Hmm?" He held her in his arms, caressed her cheek and looked at her deeply.

She leaned against his chest softly and lovingly, nodding obediently, "I understand, sir."

Who knew that after half a month, there was no letter from her.

Nanny Li said that she seemed a little worried that he might forget about her and ignore her.

She didn't hear a word he said.

He wrote her a letter, and in case she couldn't understand it, he wrote it in neat small characters.

Picking lotus in South Pond in autumn, the lotus flowers are taller than people.

I bent down to pick up the lotus seeds, which were as clear as water.

Put the lotus in your sleeve, and the lotus heart will turn completely red.

He just taught her these few sentences.

But it is followed by "Thinking of my lover who has not come, I look up at the flying geese."

If you don’t write it, she definitely won’t understand.

He even laughed when he wrote it.

He was not some resentful woman, and he was not waiting for her, hoping that she would miss him and ask him for her favor.

Finally he wrote:

"The south wind understands my wishes and blows my dreams to the Western Islet."

After sending the letter, she still didn't respond.

He thought that she could only read a few words and he was making things difficult for her.

The night before he left for Beijing, he went to see her. She was still as gentle as ever, leaning against him tenderly, with a pair of affectionate eyes.

But she knew he was sick, but she didn't say a word.

She talked to him about love and romance, and didn't go beyond that.

She took out the letter again and asked him what it said.

He told her to invite a gentleman.

She was actually smiling and looked very happy.

It has been half a month since she received this letter. If she misses him, she can find someone to teach her how to read at any time. He thought she didn't like to study, but it turned out that she did, but she didn't love him.

The person he was hurting was originally heartless.