After cleaning up, Su Guoer put the collection of Tao Qian's poems in her arms back on the bookshelf. She then pulled out a new collection of poems from somewhere on the bookshelf with her fingers. She turned around, walked back to the desk and sat down with her bare feet, looking down at the bookshelf.

look.

That was the red sign of marriage that Xie Lingjiang asked for out of nowhere for her, and gave it to her while chatting on the rooftop that night. Su Guoer was not very interested in these, and had just stuffed them into a thick book.

As a result, I was almost seen by this girl Cai Shou, and I will definitely start talking nonsense again. The shame is secondary, but the main reason is that it is troublesome to explain, especially if my parents misunderstood...

As for Sister Xie who was meddling in other people's business and asked for her signature, Su Guo'er was quite annoyed.

Behind the desk, Su Bao'er rubbed the center of her brow with her fingertips to clear away all the distracting thoughts.

She flipped through the book with her fingers, and from the corner of her eye, she occasionally caught a glimpse of an open gift book next to her, placed on the table. It seemed that a little maid with a cheeky face had opened it and forgotten to put it away.

She glanced across it and stretched out her hand, ready to close it.

But the next second.

The woman at the desk seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.

A bare hand paused above the gift fold.

Hover.

If the evening wind hadn't blown open the double windows, causing the rice paper and the folded paper pages on the desk to flutter and turn, one would have almost mistakenly thought that the desk was a still and frozen scene.

Until there was a "bang" and the sound of meat palms slapping the table.

As if turning from stillness, Su Guo'er dropped her palms eagerly, stopping the book from turning the pages and fixing it on the original page.

Two trembling fingers pressed firmly on a certain line of small regular script characters on the page.

The slightly scattered black hair on the forehead of the girl with plum blossom makeup fell to the table, because her eyes, leaning forward, were almost attached to this line of text, very close.

Su Guo'er lowered her head, her hanging black hair temporarily covering her beautiful face, leaving only her stunned murmur:

"Go back... come to say goodbye? Ouyang... Lianghan!"
Chapter completed!