"If you are too busy, you can squeeze some spiritual ink. If you want to jump, you can go back to the closet and jump. So if you can go down, don't jump on the desk."

"I just want to accompany you."

In the study room of Yinbingzhai, Ouyang Rong lowered his head to write and said coldly.

On the table, Miao Si stood on the table, sitting on a pile of rice paper, swinging her short legs, supporting her chin with both hands, looking at Ouyang Rong who was writing seriously.

Don't speak.

The latter didn't bother to pay attention to her, and just wrote something by himself without leaving a sentence behind.

"Okay, if you are sick, you can go see a doctor."

"Xiao Rongzi, are you angry with me? Well, you can't be angry with me, you know."

Ouyang Rong said nothing.

Miao Si looked at it for a while, then jumped down from the pile of rice paper and pulled his sleeve:

"Why don't I take you to see something nice?"

After being pulled several times in succession, Ouyang Rong waved his hands and said:

"Too small, don't look at it."

"...?"

"What a beautiful thought. Whoever showed you that, you thought I was Xie Yatou and that mute blind girl."

"Then get out."

"..."

Miao Si suddenly covered her face and started crying, seemingly sad.

But Ouyang Rong remained motionless and wrote a letter.

Miao Si cried for a while, seeming to feel bored, and put down her hands with an expressionless face:

"Xiao Rongzi, you have changed and become cruel."

"Please show some respect, you are such a little rong."

"Xiao Rongzi, you are Xiaorongzi, a prude Xiaorongzi who secretly hides women outside. Hehe, but in my memory, you also have a handsome side. When I saw you with Xiaoxuan in the yard,

Bronze mask, strolling in the garden throwing out red leaves, a poem and a human head, not to mention, he is really handsome."

"Go down, it's useless to talk sweetly."

Ouyang Rong was about to wave his hand away, but after a pause, he took his hand back and continued to write.

However, when writing, I hold the table with my left hand, and the fabric of my sleeves drags on the table.

The palm-sized idea was to sit by his cuffs and carefully gather the cuff fabric into a small pillow.

She lay down with her head on the "little pillow" and yawned:

"Well, I'm sleepy. Let's take a nap. Xiaorong finished his work and told me."

She fell asleep, and Ouyang Rong noticed that when she was sleeping, her right hand subconsciously clenched the fabric of his cuffs, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

Miao Si suddenly whispered:

"Xiao Rongzi, don't you want me to be a fairy?"

Ouyang Rong hummed.

Miaosi got up, half-knelt on the table, tugged on his sleeves, raised his head and said:

"Okay, I admit that I made a mistake. Don't be angry."

She scratched her head and said:

"Well, although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that sometimes I do things easily, and I think it's something interesting. I thought it wasn't a big problem, but I didn't expect it would cause your displeasure. At that time, I took it for granted that we were good friends.

My friend, it’s okay to treat yours as my own. To use your previous words, you just don’t have any sense of proportion or boundaries..."

Hear the rare self-examination and random thoughts from the little ink artist at hand.

Ouyang Rong whispered:

"Say it again, I'm not angry."

"Then why don't you talk to me?"

"I'm busy writing a letter."

"To whom are you writing?"

"Teacher, and Mrs. Xie, my junior sister's aunt."

"Why write to them?"

Ouyang Rong said seriously:

"My aunt said that she would talk about the engagement with my junior sister, but I feel that there are some things that I need to express my position on, not just to the elders.

"So recently, I have been exchanging letters with the teacher and Mrs. Xie, and I have roughly talked about things with my junior sister, my situation, and... the things about the embroiderer."

After hearing what Ouyang Rong said softly, Miao Si couldn't help but say:

"No wonder Miss Xie and that mute and blind girl love you so much. A man like Xiao Rongzi should be liked by all women."

Little Mo Jing was very emotional,

Ouyang Rong slapped his face:

"If you just want to brag, you can go back to the closet and say it to the closet."

Miaosi shook his head:

"It's not a lie, it's the truth. I really feel this way."

Ouyang Rong didn't want to talk much and concentrated on writing letters.

Miao Si suddenly asked:

"Actually, if I think about it carefully, it is indeed my fault that Fairy Girl was wrong that day. I should have informed you about the embroiderer girl's discovery that day, and should not have made a sudden attack."

Ouyang Rong asked:

"So, you identified the embroiderer's yard through the style and ink on the amulet note?"

"Well, almost."

"As for Rong Nu Shi, do you know what her method is? Have you found the embroiderer's yard?"

Miaosi shook his head.

There was silence between the two of them again.

Only the sound of Ouyang Rong's writing was left.

Miao Si suddenly said:

"As long as I give birth to spiritual ink, will you completely forgive me?"

Ouyang Rong frowned and said nothing.

Miao Si suddenly jumped down from his sleeves and ran to the closet.

There was a hint of determination in his tone:

"Xiao Rongzi, don't miss me too much these days."

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm going into seclusion to squeeze my soul, and I'm going to get busy."

"I told you before that I was fishing, right? It's more leisurely than the ones in the little princess's yard, but I keep saying that I can't squeeze out the spiritual ink."

"Ahem, no, no, forget it, I'm too lazy to explain to you, just don't think too much about me."

After saying that, the little Mo Jing got into the closet.

There was a click.

There was also the sound of her locking the door from the inside of the cabinet.

Little Mo Jing can still distinguish clearly between a full meal and a full meal.

Ouyang Rong shook his head and did not have high expectations for this. Judging from past experience, Xiao Mo Jing never disappoints people.

Not long after, the letter was written, he sealed it with wax, put it on the table, got up and went back to the house to rest.

The next day, early.

Ouyang Rong went out carrying the letter.

After eating in the breakfast hall and preparing to go out, Zhen Shuyuan suddenly said:

"Did you make Huanwen angry?"
To be continued...