Fu Shiyan's handwriting is excellent.

Jiang Shu still remembers that when he was a child, his grandfather invited him the best calligrapher in Haicheng. After a class, what he paid attention to was not money, but human affection.

She had sneaked in once, and Fu Shiyan was distracted twice out of the three times, as if everything was more interesting than the pen and ink in front of her.

Seeing that he didn't like to study, Jiang Shu secretly took him out to play.

The teacher was blowing his beard and staring with anger.

But there is no way, Fu Shiyan is a rare talented player, even if he is half-baked, he is better than someone who has studied professionally for more than ten years.

Until now.

Iron painted with silver hooks, flowing clouds and flowing water.

Jiang Shu was surrounded by him from behind, his right hand was held by him, and the pen fell down, and the artistic conception of calligraphy came out all at once.

"Writing is the most important thing when you have a calm mind. When you are not calm, you can't write well if you want to write."

The two were very close, and could feel the heat from each other, Jiang Shu was a little uncomfortable, "I can understand that everything today is a disguised threat?"

Fu Shiyan led her to re-dip the ink, "Last time I told you that Yu Jiazhi's father came out, don't forget, this premise is Wen Yuan's pillow wind, she still stays in Jiangcheng, stays with that person, If they want to plan something with Brother Hua, who will be the first to do it?"

Jiang Shu was silent for a moment.

It was naturally the best choice for her to stay in Wen's house. Fu Shiyan was strong enough, and they didn't dare to do it easily, so they could only touch each other's most important people.

Lao Jiang must be the first.

She was more silent.

Fu Shiyan knew that she had already guessed it, so he didn't continue to press, and suddenly said: "Tao Tao fell this morning."

Jiang Shu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned around and pushed him away, "Where did you fall? Is anyone okay? Is it serious?"

Fu Shiyan took a few steps back, glanced at the smudged pen and ink that had fallen on the rice paper, and slightly curled his lips.

"Early in the morning, I followed the servant to feed the little wolf she raised. When I went down the steps, I accidentally knocked and broke the skin on my knee. It didn't bother me. After I bandaged it, I played wildly in the yard again."

Fu Shiyan almost couldn't laugh or cry when he thought of that scene.

Jiang Shu was very serious, "Did you disinfect it? Put a Band-Aid on it. Did she cry?"

Such nervousness and worry are all distressing as a mother. Just thinking about it makes her feel sick to death.

"It's okay, don't worry."

"Find a chance tomorrow and bring her to me."

"Xiao Shu." Fu Shiyan said suddenly, "Look at your current appearance."

Jiang Shu froze, frowning tightly, unable to relax for a long time.

"We are all parents, so we naturally have more concerns and worries about our children. I believe that Wen Jing and Jiang Lingyu have the same worries about you."

His voice is gentle and tender.

Jiang Shu turned around and said nothing.

"Back when Wen Jing failed in his business, he had three children, but he brought you by his side. You..."

"That's because Wen Yuan and Wen Qiushi are not their children." She interrupted immediately.

"Then you have recovered your memory now, you should remember their tolerance and love for you back then, otherwise you wouldn't be that lively and innocent little boy."

Jiang Shu couldn't deny this.

"After you disappeared, they never gave up looking for you, didn't they?"

Of course she knew that they were deceived by Song Youran in the past two years, and the pain of finding a woman for so many years is also real.

But she just can't forgive... and she will subconsciously and maliciously speculate.

"I……"

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