Qingqiu is difficult

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 shone slantly 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 a storybook on the other side, and he was 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 letter, picked up the tea cup, and looked 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 true friends?"

She put down the tea cup with some embarrassment: "Of course...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! Let's discuss the meaning of the drama together, and even more It’s a common thing!”

Lu Zhou blinked, leaned back, and leaned on the backrest: "Boss, what you said is superficial."

"In my opinion, boss, only those who complement each other can become allies, and similar people are more likely to become enemies. Even if there is a moment of love that is stronger than gold, it is just a temporary pain caused by the death of a rabbit and the sorrow of a fox. Walking together is destined not to last long, two people Talents in the industry will have more sympathy for each other.”

Listening to Lu Zhou's words, Lu Xinyi was silent for a long time. She said nothing more.

Everyone has different experiences, and everyone also has their own different views on the world. She has not experienced much more than Lu Zhou. At best, she is just a scripture teacher who teaches her how to read and read. How can she control it? She has to have character, she has to have destiny?

Thinking about it this way, she closed her eyes and began to drift back and forth between dreams and reality.

When she was half asleep, 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 entirely in it:

"I'm here to find your boss Lu."

Lu Xinyi woke up from his dream: "Song!"

But there was no one around, only a few rays of sunlight came in. Waking up in the evening was often the loneliest time, especially when there was no one around.

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 and sat on the wicker chair, dazed for a long time. It wasn't 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 Zhuo Rui back, they built a small attic for him just for him to watch the play. This not only prevents others from disturbing him, but also keeps him free from any outside interference. Watch his play with peace of mind.

"Boss Lu, Nujun's brother is here." Huazhu said, "I have arranged a good guest room for him. Just watch. Do you want to see him again?"

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 stitching and stitching techniques of Jingguo's clothing. shape. She caressed 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.

Unfortunately.

Lu Xinyi turned around and looked at Huazhu: "These clothes are well made. Are they made according to the queen's wishes?"

"Natural." 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.

Huazhu was stunned in place: "But boss, didn't you and Nujun 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 Nujun..."

How could 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 was stroking her eyebrows in front of the mirror. After seeing off the young master from Qingqiu, she would have to go back to the Duke's Mansion.

The wind blows the curtains, and the luxurious soles are printed on the shiny wooden floor. The crane cloak wraps the delicate and white skin. There are several flying cranes embroidered on the corners of the brocade robe, making this person even more graceful. Second, a few strands of green hair flew sideways, and bursts of fragrance were scattered in the wind.

Lu Xinyi almost turned around, but she held it back, turned her back to the door, and said to the person coming behind her: "The clothes are on the table. The young master has taken them back. Please reply to your commanding sister. I can't deliver them in person." My fault..."

The man didn't speak. He 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 plowing the fields is not where I belong. Doesn't the pear garden today also belong to me?"

It's him? Lu Xinyi clenched his fists and said casually: "Young Master has a distinguished status. How can you belong to a place like this?"

The man chuckled: "Boss Lu is wrong. This place is all the hard work of Boss Lu. Boss Lu, a prostitute, can have such a family fortune in such a short period of time. This is exactly what Song should learn from..."

"What's your name?" Lu Xinyi's mind felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She felt numb all over her body, unable to move her limbs, her mind went blank, and she turned around.

When their eyes met, the face that she had thought about day and night appeared in front of her peacefully, as if it had never been far away. The face, eyes, and contours that she had painted countless times in her heart and mind, this time At this moment, he was completely opposite her.

Song's lips parted slightly, and he bowed and saluted: "I'll paint Shan Song."