husband and wife

Chapter 30

"Well...why didn't Xianggong go to the study today?"

Song Ziheng put down the rag in his hand indifferently, and walked towards Su Wan: "When I entered the room, I was a little curious about the cloth on the table, can my lady explain it?"

"I'm not good at being a girl, so use old cloth to practice first."

"The lady is not good at female celebrities, so she just doesn't do it, and it doesn't matter."

"I'm bored at home, why not do needlework to pass the time."

"It's okay, but the lady can do it when she has time, so don't get tired of it."

Su Wan nodded slightly: "Forget it."

Song Ziheng also said with a smile: "Then I'm going to the study, the lady should go to bed earlier, don't wait for me."

Su Wan nodded, it was not too late to give a few routine instructions, and then watched him push the door and leave.As soon as Song Ziheng went out, he was not in a hurry to go to the study. Instead, he stood at the door and looked up at the night. A sigh rose from his heart. Staying in the study all the time, the lady complained about this, he just didn't know it at the time, but now she is so used to it, even caring for every detail, but he feels lost for no reason.

The sigh finally overflowed from his heart to his throat. Song Ziheng came back to his senses, suppressed his sigh and smiled lightly. If he had time to moan without illness, he might as well read a few more books. Thinking this way, he walked towards the study.

Su Wan watched Song Ziheng close the door, then put away the old cloth on the table, and sighed while tidying up, Song Ziheng postponed the time to read the book to tell her, although it is not so great, but it can be noticed This detail and the expression of concern can be regarded as a good man in modern times.

If this good man doesn't abandon his wretched wife and doesn't have three wives and four concubines after he gets rich, then it's okay to live like this for the rest of his life.

Su Wan continued to follow Xiaomei Song to learn from female celebrities. Grandma Song glanced at the sky and said, "It's almost time for dinner."

"Okay." Song Xiaomei and Su Wan put down their things and went to the kitchen.Living here for several months, Su Wan still can't help much, just wash the vegetables, she almost cut the vegetables last time, after that, no matter how much she promises, Song Xiaomei dare not let her touch the kitchen knife.There are not as many dishes to cook at night as there are at noon, and there are still a lot of leftovers from the two big dishes at noon. It will be good to fry a few more bowls of green vegetables. The two of them are busy enough, and there is no need to call the big girl and the second girl to help.

Su Wan washed the dishes by the well and brought them into the kitchen, while Song Xiaomei had already started the fire to wash the pot, seeing her coming in, she smiled and said, "I found that third brother is a little strange today."

"What's so strange?"

"During lunch, I told him that you were learning needlework in order to make clothes for him with your own hands. After hearing that, the third brother had a weird expression on his face. Didn't you tell him about it?"

"No, he knows I'm learning needlework." Su Wan raised her eyebrows and asked again, "What expression did he have at that time?"

Song Xiaomei stopped what she was doing, thought about it seriously, and shook her head: "It's hard to say, she seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she left without saying a word, and she didn't know what she was thinking."

Su Wan couldn't imagine Song Ziheng making these expressions, so she shook her head and said, "I probably thought of something else, scholars are always different."

Song Xiaomei was convinced: "My brother can even recognize strange characters, and it's normal for us not to understand."

However, Song Xiaomei's words reminded Su Wan that if she wanted to make a dress, she would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey, but some benefits could still be withdrawn in advance.So that night, Song Ziheng was studying in the study as usual, but Su Wan knocked on the door and came in, raising the cloth in her hand: "It's still early, I want to do needlework, I wonder if my husband can move to the bedroom? There are also tables and chairs in the room." , does not prevent Xiang Gong from reading."

Song Ziheng put down the book with a smile on his lips, "It's okay to go back to the room to read, but the oil lamp is dim, and the lady does too much sewing at night, which is not good for the eyes."

"It's okay for my husband to read under the lamp all the year round. I only sew at night occasionally. I think it should be fine."

Song Ziheng took a deep look at Su Wan, but for some reason he didn't insist, but said: "My lady, remember what you said is occasionally."

Su Wan originally thought to persuade him to work hard and prepare for a long-term war of resistance. Unexpectedly, after a few words, he already agreed, subconsciously nodded, and saw him standing up, looking even taller under the light: "My lady, wait a moment .”

Two minutes later, Song Ziheng put the book under his arm, put on the oil lamp, closed the door, and held Su Wan's hand, and moved to the bedroom for reading. After sitting down on the chair in front of the table, she sat on the "sofa" next to her, leaning against the cool wooden plank, took off her shoes and tucked her feet into her clothes.The lamp and the moonlight outside the window made it a bit brighter.Song Ziheng turned his head and saw Su Wan shrinking into a ball like a cat, he couldn't help laughing, "You will enjoy it."

Su Wan just smiled and didn't make a sound.The thing she was leaning on was a sofa, but in the eyes of people here, it was just a weird chair that was relatively long and wide, and could be used as a couch occasionally. Su Wan regretted that it was too hot in summer, and when the weather turned cooler, she would ask Xiaomei Song for help. Make a few simple seat cushions, stuff them with cotton and put them on the sofa, that's a comfortable one.

(End of this chapter)