The Transmigrating Beauty is Poisonous

Ye Zhen walked around downstairs and came back, obviously feeling that the man in front of him has no longer thoughts and hesitations just now. He is calm and calm. He puts aside the sketch book, and in front of her is the question she did. He is careful and serious. Explain what she did wrong one by one, and then ask her: "I understand."

Ye Zhen nodded and said, "Understood, thank you cousin."

She watched him smile obediently, he hummed, and his eyes passed her lips.

The corners of Ye Zhen's mouth are also slightly raised, with a sweet and happy arc, just like the woman in his works.

First do maths, then start English. At first he still used Chinese, but later he would no longer speak Chinese to her. When she met something she didn’t understand, he would slow down and say it a few more times, but also Very stern: "Copy the unintelligible words and sentences twenty times."

Every time she came back to the room after finishing the class in Shenglun, she always wrote and wrote quickly. Don't think that he would let go of copying. Even if it was copying, he would check it carefully, and it would be obvious if one word was missing.

The man was so cautious and serious.

Probably because of this, she was suspected by him, who was obviously the most unlikely.

And he was trying to prove his suspicion, whether right or wrong, he couldn't make the mystery in his heart bigger and bigger.

He wanted to hold Ye Zhen's hand.

He wanted to hold Ye Zhen's hand.

As for how to hold...

What Sheng Lun said was true. It was indeed the first time he got close to a girl that night.

He has been single for twenty years, and apart from his mother and sister, no woman can stay in his eyes for three seconds.

So let him hold a girl's hand because of selfishness, and really embarrass him, don't know how to start.

But he is not such a stupid person. Since he has an idea, he must prove it. He looked at the girl who was writing seriously in front of him, frowned and knocked on the table.

This day’s project ended half an hour earlier. Ye Zhen imagined that she would run away like before, but this time Sheng Lun told her not to leave: "Cousin studies every day. I haven’t practiced for a long time, right? I see you Recently, I have been a little vain and weak, so I will practice the writing for half an hour after making up lessons."

Ye Zhen could only sit back and said, "...Cousin, can I practice calligraphy again in summer vacation?"

"You may not even have any glyphs in the summer."

"...I know, then I can only get up half an hour early to practice calligraphy."

"It's ok at night, and check with homework on weekends."

With the pen and ink spread out, Ye Zhen stood in front of the desk, holding the pen and writing carefully. Sheng Lun read the book for a while, got up and walked to her side to look at her writing, and said: "The pen is not strong enough, there are empty characters and no taste. From now on, if I'm not at home, you should find time to practice calligraphy every day. Don't waste it."

She pursed her lips, Sheng Lun really brought the image of a good brother and teacher to the extreme, but her calligraphy was really mediocre, so she should practice more.

She wrote seriously. She went there for half an hour. During the period, she raised her head when the ink was inked. The other time she did not even move her eyes. She was so obedient and obedient. Although she sometimes wanted to be lazy, Sheng Lun still had trouble getting her and Ye Zhen connected, but the more so, the more he had to confirm his guess.

Ye Zhen felt that Sheng Lun was standing next to her again. She turned her head and smiled at him and said, "It's easier to write a few more words, cousin, is it better than before?"

Sheng Lun looked at it: "Continue to write."

"……Oh."

This time he stood beside her, watched her write a few words, and then approached a few minutes before reaching out: "I teach you a word."

Ye Zhen looked back at him in surprise, his eyebrows were deep, and the emotions in his eyes were weak: "Don't look at me, read the words."

Ye Zhen lowered his head and saw that the other party's well-knotted hand grasped it and held it on the back of her hand. His palm was wide and hot. She shrank when he held it. He wrapped her hand completely and pinched her hand, almost Take her to finish a "home" character.

A word is a word.

After finishing a word, he let go of her: "Just keep writing as you did."

Ye Zhen nodded and continued.

Sheng Lun rubbed his fingers, his eyes showed deep thought.

These hands felt very similar to him. What happened that night, he remembered her smile and her hands. Her hands were small and soft and could be completely held by him, and Ye Zhen's just so .

Sheng Lun saw that her serious writing was not affected by him. He got up and walked to the side of the window. The cool breeze outside the window calmed him down. Although it is not certain that it is Ye Zhen, there are too many coincidences and similarities, even if she does not show it on her face. The slightest flaw, he couldn't suppress the suspicion of her in his heart.

But if the cousin is her, she is the cousin...

Sheng Lun really couldn't connect the two of them. They were very different, and their personalities were very different. But to be honest, he didn't know Ye Zhen too much.

He and she would see each other about once every year or two, sometimes during the Spring Festival, sometimes during the summer vacation. Ye Zhen in his memory is a good sister who loves to be his cockroach. Of course, what is her personality in other aspects, in fact, he doesn’t I know, he hasn't been with her carefully, and of course he hasn't gotten to know her, as for men and women...

Although Sheng Lun is not close to female sex, he doesn't know anything. He understands that men and women are ethics in the world, and love between men and women is where love comes. There is no need to avoid anything.

Ye Zhen fifteen, she is a big girl, and her aunt would not fail to teach her.

The cousin and her...Although the two are very similar, Sheng Lun still thinks it is impossible. For example, how to explain why Ye Zhen appeared there that night? She has no reason to come. Although she is smart, how dangerous is it for a girl to go out at night?

For example, if she is really a cousin, why would she be like him? She must know what she was doing, but she was still like him. Pretending that nothing happened now means that she doesn't want to mention what happened that night. If everything is clear, how should they get along?

But he thinks so much now and it doesn't help. Everything is just his suspicion. Even the doubt of Ye Zhen's identity is guessed based on his feelings. There is no evidence, and it is impossible to prove that the cousin is her. Maybe it is really a misunderstanding.

Sheng Lun thought about it, and he felt that there was most evidence to confirm the identity of his cousin.

Sheng Lun remembered that that day she was wearing a pair of black bib pants, a dark top, and a hat with a wide brim. A single pressure can cover the half-length face, and only the delicate chin and lips can be seen-also on the shop side. Only remember her half face.

Now this fuzzy cheek has the clearest appearance.

In the next few days, Sheng Lun did nothing else. Most of the time was spent on painting. This time it was no longer a simple sketch, but a more realistic watercolor painting. He put Ye Zhen's face on him. The brim of the man in the memory still covered half of her face. After the painting was finally completed, he rolled into the painting tube and went to Taohuazhuang again.

He first showed him another picture of a woman with a completely different appearance. The shopkeeper shook his head and said no after seeing it. This is not very similar: "The woman was very delicate that night. Although she was disguised, she looked the biggest But seventeen or eighteen, this one is not."

Sheng Lun took two more. The store's second child hesitated, but still said no: "It doesn't look like it."

Sheng Lun took out another photo and asked, "Where is she?"

The shopkeeper hesitated. He stared at it for a long while: "This seems to look a little bit like this, but I don't remember it clearly, so I'm not sure."

Sheng Lun said: "How sure are you?"

"Five five?"

Sheng Lun twisted his eyebrows, and this time he directly took out the watercolor painting. The shopkeeper was surprised and exclaimed: "You are so good at this painting! The college students are amazing, and they look better than the previous paintings."

"Before, it was a sketch, simple, just grab some characteristics to paint, this is a watercolor painting, to be more realistic and smart. Do you still have an impression? Is it familiar?"

It’s a pity that the shopkeeper still shook his head in regret. For more than half a month, he really does not remember clearly. Of course, there is no guarantee that the person in the painting is the original tomboy: "Oh, it’s been so long. Mr. Sheng, you Why are you so attached to her? But something?"

Sheng Lun said it was all right.

The shopkeeper smiled meaningfully. He didn't believe Sheng Lun's words at all. After looking at the photos and watercolors, he curled his eyebrows and said: "This one is better than the previous two images, but I can't be completely sure. Do you know this girl? How about you bring her to see me, maybe I will remember?"

Sheng Lun: "You don't even remember the photo, how can you know a real person?"

"Where can the photo be the same as the real person? Well, if I knew you cared so much, I would have looked at her a few more times when I saw her! But to be honest, it seems that it is really her?"

Sheng Lun dare not really believe such uncertain words.

He took the painting and went back to school. In fact, he knew that the portrait was just one of the proofs of Ye Zhen’s identity, and the second thing was the clothes. If Ye Zhen hadn’t thrown it away, it should be in her room now. , But I don’t know if she has noticed his last temptation...

Just when he secretly doubted, summer came quietly, and he returned to Sheng Mansion on Saturday.

The aunt said: "My wife took the ladies and masters to the tailor shop to get the clothes. The new clothes ordered before have been prepared. Let me take a look at the past and make changes if I don't like them." He also said that Sheng Shihua has socializing. , He is not at home now, he may be back at night, now he is alone at home.

Sheng Lun went upstairs after hearing this, changed his school uniform, and then went to the study. On the desk there were already test papers that Ye Zhen had done, and there were a few white papers full of calligraphy. She was not lazy. Still very serious.

Sheng Lun picked up the pen and made corrections carefully. During the period, his aunt brought tea, Sheng Lun got up and took a tea cup to the window when he was resting. He accidentally saw a large number of sheets, duvet covers and clothes drying in the yard under the window. Put it away; there are also summer ones, which can be worn after washing and drying.

He took a sip of tea, his eyes didn’t know what he saw, and the whole person was suddenly startled—he saw someone in the yard wearing the same overalls and dark tops as he remembered, wearing a beret, standing in the yard at the moment Dry the laundry on the rope with your aunt.

Although it's just a back view.

Sheng Lun's heart tightened slightly and he squeezed the teacup tightly. He only froze for a moment, then suddenly turned and put the teacup aside, because most of the tea was spilled out of too much rush and wet his fingers, so he didn't care so much, so he immediately went downstairs. Go to the courtyard.

His steady footsteps are rare and eager, and he takes two steps, and he feels that his breathing seems to be still.

...Is it her? Is it her?

The servant who was drying the clothes was taken aback when he saw Sheng Lun hurriedly over. In doubt, he respectfully called his young master. Sheng Lun walked directly as if he hadn't heard him. The wide sheets finally reached the person he wanted to meet——

The other party seemed to have heard the movement, and quickly looked back, bowed and shouted: "Master."

Is a woman.

She is petite, looks a little bigger in these black overalls, features soft and delicate features, and her hair is hidden under the hat, so she can't see the length.

Sheng Lun glanced over the other hand holding the clothes, "Who are you? I haven't seen you at home."

"I am Aunt Liu's daughter Wang Jiao. Today is a holiday. I think my mother is uncomfortable, so I came to help her."

"Have you been here before?"

Wang Jiao nodded: "Master, if you think this is not good, I won't come next time. Please don't be angry."

"It's okay, you are right to care about your family." Sheng Lun: "...this suit, but yours?"

Wang Jiao tugged at her trousers. Suddenly, a blush appeared on her calm and calm face. She stubbornly said in a low voice, "It's mine."

But Sheng Lun didn't look like it, Wang Jiao's hand was not her.