Special Fondness - Chapter 4

Soon after Tang Qiaoyuan left, a maid brought breakfast to the room. Three kinds of small porridge were made, sweet porridge, lean meat porridge, and fish porridge, all of which were well prepared, but the maid was still worried that he would not be used to it, and respectfully said: “The owner said, if Madam wants to eat something else, you can Tell it to the kitchen at any time.”

Fang Su didn’t know how to answer after hearing this.

How can he eat so meticulously on weekdays, his family is poor, and it is a luxury to have more white rice in the porridge. If he can see meat and fish on the table, he will naturally be taken by his half-brother. Now that Fang’s father is trying to save his life to pay off his debts to others, he has already prepared the worst plan. It is a great delusion to be able to eat and clothe himself, so now he is afraid, just afraid that everything in front of him is the best will sooner or later cause him to suffer more misery.

Especially the person who appeared in front of his eyes and married him. It was the exact opposite of what he had guessed. He was soft-spoken and affectionate, and he couldn’t even think about it… But everything was true of.

Fang Su raised his eyes, and the maid was still waiting at the table for him to answer. Fang Su sat down at the table, everyone in the room was obviously relieved, and there was a hint of happiness in their expressions, I was afraid that the new master would not be able to serve.

“Then…sweet porridge.” Fang Su replied.

He was actually not that fond of sweets, but he just thought about it for a while, and after approaching, he looked at it again, and felt that there were only pumpkins and mashed potatoes in this sweet porridge, no fish or meat, so it might not be too valuable. He hoped that he would owe less, that he would not be greedy or seek what he should not have in his fate, and that he would be able to suffer less retribution in the future.

The maid responded “yes” and carefully scooped a bowl of sweet porridge for him. Fang Su thanked him for taking it. The small porridge tasted sweet in the mouth. He only felt it was smooth. Naturally, he couldn’t eat the other things in it. In fact, it was just pumpkin and sweet potatoes, and he also boiled a lot of bird’s nest.

He had just arrived yesterday, and he had not yet visited the church, so he was naturally more anxious than now. Therefore, although the dinner that Bai Ping accompanied him was rich, Fang Su was not too full, but simply filled his stomach. After all this tossing, Fang Su was already starving, and the small porridge was extraordinarily refreshing. Before he knew it, he couldn’t hold back and ate three small bowls.

The maid serving him had a smile of reassurance in her eyes, took care of him thoughtfully, and only took everyone out of the room when he went back to bed to rest after breakfast.

The maid went to the front yard, the wide yard was full of food tables, and the whole day’s banquet was held early. Today’s Tang Qiaoyuan was less indifferent and hostile, and he looked more approachable. Waiting for her to explain. The maid trotted a few steps and saluted him with a smile: “Zhuang Zhu, Madam has rested. After three bowls of small porridge, you will definitely not be hungry.”

Tang Qiaoyuan was in a good mood in an instant, and he grabbed a jade pendant from his waist to reward her. The maid happily took it and said, “Thank you, Village Master,” before turning around and returning to the main courtyard to guard it.

The house was lively, and there was no disturbance all day, and everything went smoothly.

Everyone was happy, but only Fang Su was still a little absent-minded, rarely stepping out of the door, lying in bed most of the time, waking up from time to sleep, turning his fate over and over and coming up with countless possibilities. I thought that I might only be treated well for a while, and then I would soon be blamed; I also thought that the “Villager” that the maids called, the person who married him, maybe he would get tired of this new thing tomorrow, and maybe how to deal with him . But if so, where did the affection in those eyes come from?

The more Fang Su thought about it, the more confused he became, but he never thought about it – maybe he could spend the rest of his life with Tang Qiaoyuan.

After all, this was the last thing he dared to think about…

The time of the day was not so hard. When night came, Fang Su finally couldn’t lie down. After dinner, he didn’t go back to the bed to rest. Instead, he finally became bolder. After the maids left, he was alone in the room. Walk around and take a curious look at the delicate things lying around.

There is a Nanmu desk in the room, and the four treasures of the study are all on the table. There are also some picture scrolls and books on the side of the table. Fang Su approached hesitantly, reached out and touched the row of hanging pens, feeling inexplicably happy, couldn’t help taking one down, holding the pen like a teacher in memory, and writing and drawing in the air. Painting.

Fang Su slowly curled his lips and was fascinated for a while. He didn’t notice that someone had come to the room. He moved the pen happily, as if he had written two Chinese characters, and whispered in his mouth: “Fang, Su.”

The man behind him approached and embraced him.

Fang Su’s fingers flicked, and the brush fell onto the table. The smile that was floating on his lips disappeared in an instant, and his heartbeat stopped for a moment.

Tang Qiaoyuan saw his frightened appearance, smiled and kissed the top of his hair, put his arms around him, picked up the pen again, and asked, “There is paper on the table, why don’t you write on it, eh?”

Fang Su didn’t reply, looked down at the hand of this man, and didn’t dare to reach out to pick it up. Tang Qiaoyuan waited for a long time and couldn’t wait for him to respond. He turned his head to look, and at the same time, he took his waist and turned his body halfway. At a glance, he saw that the corners of his eyes were slightly red, which scared people like this.

“Am I scaring you?” Tang Qiaoyuan moved his brows, his voice a little softer.

Fang Su nodded subconsciously, then hurriedly shook his head, looked up at him, and was particularly at a loss.

As if something was scratching his heart softly, Tang Qiaoyuan sighed, holding him with a lot of strength, and led him around the desk to the back of the table, coaxing: “Come, what do you want to write, write on the paper write on it.”

Fang Su looked at the white rice paper, her pounding heart gradually calmed down, and after wandering for a while, she answered, “I won’t.”

“Huh?” Tang Qiaoyuan asked with a soft smile, “Didn’t you write your name just now?”

“I didn’t write it on the paper…” Fang Su replied, but after speaking, she was even more daring to talk to this person, and after a while, she explained, “I didn’t go to a private school when I was a child, so I always traveled far to Linzhou. In the city, I eavesdropped outside the window of the school, the school’s gentleman was very good, and found me early in the morning, and when I went back later, there was always a small bench outside the window…”

Tang Qiaoyuan finally waited until he was willing to speak. Now that he could hear so many words from him, he was very happy, but he didn’t dare to make it too obvious. For fear of scaring him again, he simply asked along his words. Said: “Which school?”

Fang Su replied, “The one in the east of the city, Mr. Wang, is a very good person.”

Tang Qiaoyuan nodded, remembered it in his heart, and wrapped his arms around his waist tightly without a trace, and said, “What about later?”

As soon as this question came out, Fang Su was silent for a moment, and then the words were less than the faint joy that was like before, and he said in frustration: “Later my mother was gone, my father married the second mother, and the second mother did not allow me to run all day. I went to the city, and I haven’t been there for many years.”

Tang Qiaoyuan didn’t ask any more questions, and stopped here, tilted his head and dropped a kiss on the side of his neck. Fang Su’s long hair was not tied, and the blue silk was scattered on his shoulders, covering a large area of ​​skin, so the lips did not kiss directly, just a faint touch of touch through a lot of hair. However, that was all, Fang Su was still stunned for a while. It seemed that a little bit of burnt was on his neck, and that bit spread up, causing the whole cheek to turn red.

Fang Su was embarrassed and bowed her head, and her mind was no longer stuck on sad things.

Tang Qiaoyuan had already researched the thick ink, smiled and dipped his pen in ink, and said to him, “I’ll write it for you.”

Fang Su nodded quietly.

This man wrote vigorously, and his strokes seemed to be full of tenderness, and he wrote his name patiently and meticulously. Fang Su saw it in his eyes and thought silently, this person’s handwriting is better than what Mr.

“How?” Tang Qiaoyuan asked.

Fang Su nodded, and subconsciously replied honestly, “It looks good.”

The reply caused a deep laughter from the man behind him, Tang Qiaoyuan held onto his hand, re-did his ink, put the pen in his right hand, and coaxed: “You can write, if you are used to writing on paper, you will already.”

A drop of ink fell, and soon smeared on the white paper.

Fang Su’s heart moved slightly, and she started to write with anticipation. Right next to the two characters that the man had just dropped, he learned to write his name with his brushwork.

After all, he is someone who has never really written a pen. Fang Su has only tried to use a branch to draw on the ground. Now that he is using paper and pen for the first time, the typeface he writes is inevitably immature and immature.

Tang Qiaoyuan liked it when he saw it, and praised him: “Susu wrote so well for the first time. If you practice more, I wonder how beautifully you can write?”

Fang Su paused for a while, and his ears became hot when he heard those two words. He had been called like this before, but his memory was very vague.

Now that I heard it suddenly, I didn’t know where I was.

There was something unknown in his chest moving faintly, Fang Su was silent for a long time, his voice couldn’t be lower, and asked the person behind him, “What’s your name?”

The words fell into embarrassment. Tang Qiaoyuan’s eyes showed joy, and he didn’t take a pen. He covered his palm with his writing hand and led him to write three crooked words. .

“Tang Qiaoyuan,” he said, “this is my name.”

Fang Su looked at those words, and unconsciously revealed a faint smile.

Because it was the first time that he had really come into contact with pen and paper, Fang Su was not tired and played with interest for a long time. The person behind him was full of patience and taught him to coax him. It was only when it was dark that he whispered, “Write it again tomorrow, okay?” The words were careful, not wanting to spoil his interest.

Fang Su was content and happy. I don’t know when he forgot to be alert to this person. He smiled happily and nodded, and put the pen in his hand.

It wasn’t until Tang Qiaoyuan suddenly picked him up that Fang Su came back to his senses. It was hard to find this person when he had been standing behind him. At this moment, seeing him in red, Fang Su suddenly remembered that today was the day he married this person.

All the anxiety returned to his mind, Fang Su sat beside the bed, the man took a few steps to the table, fetched two small silver cups filled with sake, and then sat beside him and said, “I have worshipped the heavens and the earth, only these two are needed. The cups are closed.”

Fang Su received it, although nervous, but still obedient, he drank the cup without saying a word.

The person who had never drank was choked by the spicy wine, and Tang Qiaoyuan patted his back, laughing and said, “Why don’t you know how to slow down?” After seeing him for a long time, his tears were about to come out, and he suddenly fell down. Kiss his lips first. Fang Su was stunned, the smell of alcohol mixed in his mouth, the tip of his tongue was gently sucked by this man, and his thoughts were broken.

After a while, Tang Qiaoyuan let him go, stroked his hot cheek intentionally, and asked, “Is it better?”

Fang Su didn’t know whether to nod or shake his head, his body was stiff, and the words “bridal candle” circled in his mind, afraid to think deeply about what happened next.

However, unexpectedly, Tang Qiaoyuan didn’t do anything else after kissing him. He got up and put the wine glass on the table, turned back and squatted down to take off his shoes and socks for him, and helped him lie down on the bed.

“The foot injury isn’t healed yet. I’ll rub the medicine for you first, then I’ll wash up and go to bed early.”

Fang Su nodded dumbly, bewildered.

The red candles were burning, and the man was sitting beside the bed in red, rubbing his ankles like a treasure.

When the light hit Tang Qiaoyuan’s face, Fang Su pursed her lips and looked at him, and suddenly there was a vague expectation in the bottom of her heart.

Like bamboo shoots after a rain, breaking out of the stone.