Chapter 129:

Taking a deep breath, Ren Yue calmed down and lifted the teapot on the table, regardless of whether he loved Pu'er or not, but poured a cup so full and drank it.
"The girl is exhausted, and it's time to rest. Xiaoer, go and call Chef Wen." Mr. Song Tao then took the conversation.
"Song ... Mr. Song Tao, Chef Wen is not here. He is taking care of Rouer and sisters at home." Zhu Zi faced a bitter smile and couldn't help laughing.
"Oh, that's it ... let the chef make us a few home-cooked dishes. The old man's requirements are not high. The staple food is just plain white rice." Mr. Song Tao groaned for a moment and ordered the pillar.
"Yes, sir, please wait. The younger one will arrange it." The hanging heart of the pillar finally landed, and the rabbit ran away.
When Ren Yue lowered the cup again, the dishes had not yet arrived. He slowly followed Shun's sleeves, and calmly turned to Mr. Song Tao, "Teacher, Ren Yue was rude, and left first. I have been under the care of Wen's family. Go and visit. "
Although Ren Yue's voice was low, it was extremely magnetic and tepid, as if there was nothing in the world that made him anxious.
"You go and greet Girl Wen on my behalf." Mr. Song Tao nodded. In fact, originally, Mr. Song Tao had the intention to visit after meals. Now Ren Yue puts it in his mind.
"Sir, I also go back, the students are rude." After listening to Ren Yue, Wen Ting also felt that things were a little serious. As a member of the family, at this time, he should stay with him at home.
"Well, go." Mr. Song Tao agreed.
With the permission of the gentleman, Wen Ting followed Ren Yue and Fei went out of the gate of Zuixianlou.
But just before the front foot came out of the Drunk Fairy House, Wen Ting had time to say a word with Ren Yue, and saw a ball of white, moving toward the sky like clouds.
"Let's go like this ... Then what should I do ..." Wen Ting murmured to Ren Yue on Ying Xue.
Ren Yuefei walked on Yingxue. Galloping on the streets of Xianyang. Ying Xue seemed to know the owner's mind very much, and only hated that he did not give birth to a pair of wings, such as the healthy hoof of snow, stepping lightly on the cold slab road, the hoof sound galloped, and the slate was too late to echo, only turning into an empty muffle, Far away.
It's just a cook girl, what am I doing ...
On the back of Ying Xue, the cold wind gently brushed his face.
Hesitation, self-deprecating, hesitant. After several tangles. Ying Xue stopped slowly in front of Wen's house.
"Yingxue. You're bad." Ren Yue drew down deftly, and her white dress was like a butterfly. He gently stroked Xieyingxue's long and narrow cheek.
Ying Xue proudly glanced at Ren Yue and lowered his head. Silent.
Ren Yue smiled lightly, stood in front of Wen's door, folded his sleeves, and just reached out to knock on the door, but stopped in the air.
What am I doing ... Ren Yue hesitated again.
A moment later, a gentle, rhythmic knock sound came from the door of Wen's house.
"Renminzi!" Zhou opened the door in a hurry.
"I heard that Girl Wen was ill, and the teacher asked me to come and visit." Ren Yue's face twitched slightly, and then she remained calm and calm. It's just warm and it looks good.
"Mr. Youlao remembered that this girl didn't know what happened. You said that a girl's family had to block the fist for the stone. The result is what it looks like ..." Zhou's voice was still a little trembling, and she burst out a smile. Italy, took Ren Yue to the gentle boudoir.
This is a small-sized room with few and simple furnishings, except for a wooden bed, which is a set of extremely rustic tables and chairs with four ordinary treasures of ordinary study. No makeup, no jewelry box, and no large wardrobe.
A girl's house was so clear-cut.
Ren Yue looked around and sighed secretly.
Actually, his room was so deflated.
It is also a wooden bed, a set of tables and chairs, on which the four treasures of the study are displayed.
But his wooden bed is carved with nanmu, his tables and chairs are large and exquisite, and his four treasures in the study are all famous.
But there is no wardrobe.
Because the servants and servants who serve him, he will wash and clean the white clothes that are flat and flat every day.
Now in the gentle boudoir, although simple, Ren Yue has a sense of intimacy and a sense of familiarity.
Even when he was staying at the Wen family during the Chinese New Year, he had never stepped into the gentle boudoir because of his scruples. Now, he came in so grandly, and this was the first time he stepped into a girl's boudoir. .
"Secretary Ren, please sit down, I'll pour tea." At this time, Wen Shouzheng was busy with Dabu's ingredients in the kitchen. Zhou's gentleness was still asleep. He wanted to come to Ren Yue, who was also a polite person. Tea is poured.
Ren Yue shook his shirt lightly and sat at the gentle g side casually.
The gentle breathing on g is smooth, but extremely weak. Her face is soft and beautiful. Under the sun, she shows a bright color, like delicate bone china. Through the sun, she can see the thin light.
Small nose, stubbornly erect, sharp chin, thin cheeks.
When did this girl lose weight? I haven't seen it in a day! Still I haven't noticed! Is it really sick!
Ren Yue's heart trembled suddenly, a kind of soreness never before, slowly corroding his proud heart.
A white, clean arm protruded from the quilt unconsciously.
Ren Yue suddenly had an impulse: diagnosis of pulse.
He read the poems and followed Mr. Song Tao for a long time. His talents were well-received, that is, his medical skills. He was also well-known in his heart, not to mention the childhood master, Tianyuan Tao, and even a born high People, all kinds of acupuncture skills, Ren Yue is more properly used. Those who practice martial arts must know medicine.
Three slender white fingers gently rested on the skinny wrists that were also white and snowy.
A cold.
Ren Yue frowned subconsciously.
A girl's house is so cold, she has spent her daily efforts to develop a meal, but never thought that her body was so deficient!
how?
The smooth pulse moved in Ren Yue's fingers, and Ren Yue's brows grew more and more tight.
How could it hurt so badly, this is clearly fatal!
Where is the injury? Didn't you hear that Fang Dashi was only punched? Not so!
Ren Yue was surprised. According to the results of his diagnosis, Girl Wen seemed to be penetrated by her heart, and she was extremely worried, which was even more difficult for Ren Yue to understand.
What the happened! Who brought a girl home. So badly hurt!
"Renminzi, please use tea." Zhou entered the door at this moment and saw Ren Yue's fingers pressing on his gentle arms, not only his face was dark.
"Wen Dazhen, Girl Wen ..." Ren Yuegang wanted to ask a question.
"Ren Gongzi rest assured, the girl is fine, the doctor has seen it, just after taking the medicine, Xu is tired, the child of the stone is not intentional. Some things are so inchless. The girl will have a paragraph! If the son is fine. Please go back and thank Mr. Song Tao for us.
Zhou said lightly.
"Oh, so, I will visit again someday." I heard the doctor had come. Ren Yue's heart was really ups and downs. He was obviously injured after the serious injury, and had a heart attack. Did the doctor not diagnose it?
However, since Zhou said so, Ren Yue never asked again. He was always an outsider and had no relatives and no reason. Maybe the Wen family had unspeakable pain. It is inevitable. Immediately, using the same words as Sheng Yaoshan, he got up and left.
Before leaving, glanced at the gentle desk. A row of Juan Xiu's lower case came into Ren Yue's sight.
There are trees in the forest, there are branches in the wood, and the heart is happy, but I do n’t know.
A vertigo hit the forehead of Ren Yue, a strange feeling. Instantly occupied Ren Yue's heart.
A sentence in the Book of Songs clearly expresses the grievances of private placement between men and women.
The most painful thing in the world is not the person you love, he does not love you, but you are in front of him, but he does not know that you have always loved him.
Ren Yue originally had a feeling of wanting to laugh, but this girl had no idea which teenager he was in, thinking of spring.
Immediately, the sense of dizziness made him sober instead. In the midst of it, this sentence was more like speaking to himself.
There is no sweetness, only helplessness, a touch of sorrow in it.
Until the door of Wen's house came out, and the cool cold wind blew on his face again, Ren Yue only reacted. This girl was also literate? Can actually write!
When he looked up again, a familiar figure appeared in front of Wen's door.
"Come out, I see you." Ren Yuelang said.
"Ren Gongzi." Fang Dashi still hung his arm, crying, and appeared in front of Ren Yue.
"Maybe, it's not appropriate for you to go now." Ren Yue's voice was calm and his face was quiet.
"I just want to know, how is she?" Fang Dashi almost despondently wanted to hit the tree.
"The doctor has seen it. Anyway, it will be good for a few days." Ren Yue comforted Fang Dashi through Zhou's words.
He knew that according to Fang Dashi's temperament, he would not intentionally hurt tenderness.
"Let's go and sit over there." Ren Yue looked up and stopped in front of a wine shop not far from the Wen family.
"Okay." Fang Dashi felt distressed and responded.
In the elegant room of the restaurant, Ren Yue and Fang Dashi face each other.
"Say ~ EbookFREE.me ~ What's going on?" Ren Yue's tone was still calm, but it felt as if it was freezing cold.
"I ... Master doesn't want me anymore." Fang Dashi paused for a moment, groaned, and blurted out.
"Stone, the teacher never thought of abandoning you." Wen Shouzheng's voice suddenly came from behind.
"Master!" Fang Dashi was surprised.
At this time, shouldn't Wen Shouzhen take care of tenderness at home?
"You can rest assured that Tinger is back and helping to take care of it. I came out to pour the medicine residue and saw you keep dodging. I followed you to this point. It seems you still don't understand the hard work of the teacher!" Breathed.
Sitting in the middle of the two, Ren Yue said nothing, but quietly listened to Wen Shouzheng slowly speaking.
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