Be a paranoid boss in Tianwen

Chapter 186 Zhu Yu Wushuang (27)

In the reception room, the three walls are full of bookshelves, the bookshelves are full of books, and there are still unfinished words spread out on the desk.

Nan Mu thought that it was not Nan Xing who wrote it, so she looked at Miao Siyun with appreciation in her eyes.

Miao Siyun came to her senses all of a sudden, and hurriedly said:
"Auntie, this word should be written by Zhu Yu."

Her handwriting is even more sturdy, according to the words of the master of the academy:
"It looks like it came from a warrior."

Mother Nan was stunned, thinking she was joking, she looked at Zhu Yu with a stiff face, and asked with her eyes.

Miao Siyun knew about Zhu Yu's affairs to some extent, and when she saw this, she realized that Nan's mother didn't know about Zhu Yu's study in the academy. She was embarrassed for a while, and could only look at Nan Xing in embarrassment.

Zhu Yu, who was at the side, thought she would be terrified, but when this happened, she was calm and calm like never before.

Although nervous, but never uneasy.

Especially, Nan Xing is also beside her.

Taking a deep breath, seeing Nanmu looking at her in astonishment, she took the initiative to take a step forward, looked at Nanmu squarely, and replied firmly:
"Mother, this calligraphy is indeed written by my daughter-in-law, I—"

"Don't talk, just answer me, have you entered the academy?"

The smile on Nanmu's face suddenly disappeared, and her face was full of anger, which was very frightening!
There was a moment of silence in the room.

Seeing this, Zhu Yu's heart skipped a beat, but his eyes and tone remained firm:

"Yes, mother."

Before this moment, she had rehearsed this scene countless times in her mind, and every time she rehearsed, she flinched because of nervousness and panic, and she really thought that she might really compromise in the end.

But after being found out by Nan's mother, she realized that her heart was so determined for one thing for the first time:

"Mother……"

"Stop talking, Xirou, take me to rest."

At this moment, Nan's mother is only filled with the anger of being deceived, and she is so angry that she no longer wants to look at Nan Xing.

No wonder he brought Zhu Yu to Yingzhou, it turned out to be a good plan!
Nan Xirou felt helpless, looked at Nan Xing and Zhu Yu, and took Nan Mu to the cubicle to rest.

After the two left, Miao Siyun apologized guiltily:

"I'm sorry Senior Brother Nan Xing, it's my fault, I thought my aunt already knew."

"It has nothing to do with you, anyway, sooner or later you will know."

Nan Xing didn't care, said so, and reached out to hold Zhu Yu's hand:

"You can do whatever you want without worrying too much about it."

"But will mother be angry?"

Zhu Yu was worried.

Nan Xing comforted her:
"No, mother is getting stronger."

"Third Brother, do you want us to persuade Auntie?"

Liu Sheng and others didn't expect Nanmu to be more conservative and stubborn than Nan Xing said.

Even Li Jie felt that Mother Nan was a bit puzzled:

"My mother can't wait for me to marry a champion girl!"

"No need, she will figure it out herself."

If Mother Nan could be easily persuaded, she would have sent Zhu Yu to study as early as three years ago.

Hearing this, Liu Sheng and the others had no choice but to give up. In the current situation, it was not easy to stay any longer, so a group of people left.

Only Nan Xing and Zhu Yu were left in the living room, the room was too stuffy, so they went to the yard to have a breeze.

Zhu Yu was not in a good mood, and when he came out, he picked up his favorite Jiaxuan Ci.

The two of them were very tacit and didn't mention Nan Mu. Nan Xing was slowly making tea beside him, and Zhu Yu was reading a book beside him. The fragrance of tea mixed with the fragrance of books and ink dispelled a lot of troubles in his heart:
"My lord, you said Mr. Jiaxuan said suddenly looking back, but that person is in a dimly lit place, who are you referring to?"

"Only the poet himself knows this."

Nan Xing replied with a light smile.

This poem has been interpreted by many people since ancient times. Some say it is Xin Qiji's favorite person, some say it is Xin Qiji himself, and some say it is the poet's inscription.

But, who knows?

Cursing her lips, Zhu Yu was still very curious about it, but was soon distracted by other words in the book:
"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns. The eight hundred miles are divided into fires under the command, and the fifty strings are turned outside the fortress. The autumn soldiers on the battlefield—"

She read silently, and couldn't help but see pictures of soldiers fighting on the battlefield in her mind, and at the end, she couldn't help crying.

Nan Xing had no choice but to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"My lord, I must study hard and become a person like Mr. Jiaxuan!"

He clenched his fist and swore heavily.

"Well, I believe you."

After making the tea, Nan Xing handed it to her with a smile, but she didn't think she was joking.

Sipping tea, Zhu Yu continued to immerse herself in the ocean of poetry. Nan Xing made the tea and did not leave. She lay beside her on the recliner, tilted her head, and looked at her with a faint smile.

The sun is not so basking now, it is a little softer, the wind blows past the two of them lightly and shallowly, carrying a few wisps of the fragrance of books, ink and tea.

Leaning on crutches, standing at the door of the room, Nanmu looked at the scene in the yard with a complicated expression.

The girl is reading a book, and the people around her are looking at her.

Indescribable comfort and happiness.

But it wasn't quite what she had always imagined.

She has always felt that the only thing a woman has to do with books is to grind ink for her husband.

It is against common sense for women to read books!
"Mother."

Beside her, Nan Xirou saw her standing at the door in a daze, and followed her gaze.

Looking at Nan Xing and Zhu Yu in the yard, her chest was suddenly suffocated, and a lot of things seemed to come out all of a sudden, as if they had been squeezed for many years, and at this moment she desperately wanted to be vented.

Can--

She didn't know what to say.

Just like Nanmu, I can only watch quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly heard Mother Nan asking in a trembling voice:
"Did I really do something wrong?"

Hearing this, Nan Xirou remained silent.

She didn't know how to answer, and she didn't know what she said was wrong or what was wrong.

"Xirou, mother may be really old!"

Nanmu's voice was full of tiredness and weakness.

In fact, she is already old.

But she didn't want to admit it, and she didn't want to admit her unreasonable stubbornness.

It is precisely because of this that there is an insurmountable gap between her and Nan Xing.

"Xi Rou, if you also want to study, go for it. Mother is old, and her thoughts may really not be able to keep up with you young people. In fact, you should have your thoughts and your times."

Even though she didn't want to admit it, at this moment, Nanmu had to admit that the era that belonged to them had passed.

"Mother!"

Hearing Nan's mother's words, the tip of Nan Xirou's nose suddenly became sour. Looking at the frost color on her hair, as well as the powerlessness and loneliness on her face, she realized that the girl in her memory who was not even her father A woman who is so afraid and has a plan for everything, unknowingly, she is so old that she can't even control a pair of children.

"Okay, I want to go to rest, it's still early, you can ask Zhu Yu to take you to the street."

After finishing speaking, Nan's mother pushed Nan Xirou away, leaning on a cane, and slowly moved towards the back room with her legs and feet inconvenient.

Looking at her vicissitudes and thin back, Nan Xirou's nose felt even more sour, and tears fell uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)