Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty: Small Handkerchief
Does your hair seem to have been lightly touched?
Tu Qiansu was not sure, until the sensations coming from his scalp one after another made Tu Qiansu know that he seemed to have guessed right?
He rubbed his neck and turned his head...
Cheng Muyan was wiping someone's hair with a handkerchief: "..."
I was shocked, what's wrong with this little kid?
Tu Qiansu hurriedly put down the spoon in his hand, chewed the food in his mouth and stood up. After swallowing the last mouthful, Tu Qiansu's face turned red and said: "Well, I can do that myself, there's no need to go to so much trouble..."
Cheng Muyan frowned and directly pushed the person down on the chair and continued the action just now. What's the point of doing it by yourself with your beginner's skills as a spiritual disciple and you can't even dry your hair?
After absorbing the excess water from the hair, directly gather the long and smooth hair into the palm of the hand. The spiritual energy in the meridians will flow. In just a moment, the hair on the hand will become flowing.
Her charcoal-like long hair was spread over her shoulders like a piece of fine silk. Cheng Muyan combed her hair twice with her hands, as if smoothing the fur of some pet.
However, seeing Tu Qiansu's stiff reaction, Cheng Muyan took out a clean handkerchief from her sleeve pocket, tied up the hair in her hands, and let go.
He turned around and walked towards the place where he had just seen the Four Treasures of the Study. He pulled out a piece of paper, dipped his pen in ink and wrote a few lines of words at random. He then placed the pen on the inkstone, turned around and walked back.
He photographed the paper in front of Tu Qiansu and motioned for him to check it.
Tu Qiansu glanced at Cheng Muyan silently, took out the paper on the table with his hand, and read the words written on the paper.
So, what happened today is all thanks to me?
Tu Qiansu slapped himself lightly, calling you a bitch!
However, Tu Qiansu still decided to quibble and give himself a chance to confess and be given leniency.
He silently stood up and bowed to the little girl in front of him, and said in a gentle tone: "Miss Lin Wu, it's all Tu's fault. I just twitched my mouth. How about you slap me?"
Tu Qiansu looked at the little girl's almond-shaped eyes as bright as stars, and her small red lips as attractive as petals. He swallowed calmly, and his tone was a little gentler: "Miss, don't give up your body for someone like me.
I'm so angry. All the mistakes are my fault, Tu Er. If Miss, you have any request, just make it. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse."
Cheng Muyan didn't expect this man to be so righteous. Thinking of tonight's snail meat, his eyes lit up, and he took the man's hand and walked to the bookcase next to him.
Tu Qiansu silently looked at the hands held by the two of them, his chest was like a thunder drum, and his ears were deafening with the deafening heartbeat. He seemed to have returned to that day in the attic when he looked at the little girl's smiling face with a sudden heartbeat.
Tu Qiansu was thinking about this sudden palpitation, and there was another piece of paper in front of him. Looking at the clear and sharp brushstrokes on it, he read in his throat: "Wait for me at dinner every night...?"
"You want to have dinner with me every night?" Tu Qiansu was surprised. The Lin family is so poor now? They don't even give food to the little girl? This is too pitiful.
Cheng Muyan nodded, then took the paper out of Tu Qiansu's hand, turned it over and continued to write: "If you need my help with anything, you can tell me and I will try my best to do it."
Tu Qiansu's face was red as he watched the little girl's pen tip being ticked out word by word, and finally it gradually converged into a promise, and he was confused and confused in his mind: "I...I need your help with something, please."
Just take care of yourself.”
However, his fingers tightly grasped the paper in his hand, as if he could firmly protect it no matter who tried to grab it.
Cheng Muyan didn't care about him. It was getting late and she should leave.
He took out another piece of paper, scratched it twice at random, and left a sentence: "Farewell". Then he walked into the room, picked up the hairpin with a string of pearls that was placed under the candlestick, and inserted it into the bun. Tu Qiansu curled his lips slightly, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
It wasn't until the slight sound of movement outside the door was heard that Tu Qiansu came back to his senses and walked quickly to the door. There was no one outside, except for the dim candlelight reflected by the lanterns under the eaves.
Tu Qiansu sighed softly, listening to the faint noise coming from his ears, and then thought about the silence just now, as if the whole world was only the two of them. He paused in his steps, slightly hooked his fingers, and picked up a candlestick next to him. Look around the house and check.
There are twelve places in total, and each place has a ball of fine pearl powder that seems to have been crushed by invisible forces.
Not to mention Tu Qiansu's house, even the outside of the yard was cleaned three times a day. It was even more impossible to have such a "dusty" place, so... So Tu Qiansu knew another secret of the little girl.
"Array?" Tu Qiansu carefully collected the pearl powder with white paper, then wrapped it and placed it on the table.
After checking around the house again to make sure that nothing was missing, Tu Qiansu put the pearl powder and the two pieces of paper that Cheng Muyan had written on before into a small locked box, then locked it and put it into the bed. under the pillow.
After turning around, he picked up the handkerchief that the little girl had missed on the table, returned it to the screen, washed it carefully with soap several times, then put it on a shelf to dry, and then called the maid to come in and tidy up the room.
The maid who knew Tu Qiansu's temperament didn't dare to say a word when she came in to pack her things. She only did her business quickly with her hands and feet. The last one tidied up the inside of the screen. When she walked out with the small wooden bucket, she walked through the screen and accidentally saw the young master's back. The little handkerchief tied up the hair, and the whole person was stunned.
She came to her senses after being reminded by the maid next to her. She carried the small wooden bucket out with stiff hands and feet, but the scene just now appeared repeatedly in her mind. The delicate white handkerchief with pink edges was obviously a woman's personal belongings. , why did you end up on the young master?
Thinking about this matter in my heart, doubts arose in my mind. Although the young master seems a bit unreliable, he has never been related to that woman in these years?
The maid suspected that her eyesight was wrong, so she walked to the door with the bucket, and looked back with a small gesture of flipping her hair. Tu Ershao, who had his back to her, directly handed the handle to her, and the maid almost couldn't lift it. The bucket hit my foot.
I was hurriedly holding the barrel steady, my heart was still pounding, and I was still grateful for the rest of my life that it luckily didn't fall to my feet, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get out of bed for half a month if it had been smashed.
But the maid's actions attracted several other people who were observing secretly. They followed the little maid's gaze and tilted their heads and straightened their necks to take a look...
The beautifully tied handkerchief fluttered in the wind, as if showing off something.
Several people were all confused, Wucao, when was this tied up?
Take another look——
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How come Tu Er's hair dries so fast? I remember I didn't take a nap either? So, how did this hair dry and where did this little handkerchief come from?