Chapter 1285： Thousands of words become precious (1/2)

The setting sun finally dissipated on the horizon, night fell, and lanterns hung in front of every family's door, lighting the way home.

Pang Yuejing stayed in the yard from the evening to the setting sun, and finally lay awake on the table, but still did not wait for someone.

She couldn't help but wonder. Although Xiao Hou had a bad stomach, she never stayed outside until late. Basically, she stayed in the house. If she could not go out, she wouldn't go out. Why didn't she come back?

Could it be that you are stuck on something important? Or is it dangerous?

The former is possible. As for the latter ... she shook her head. He would be good if he didn't count others. So how could a savvy person be stumped?

However, she didn't know that this time, he was really tripped up, and he was counted unconsciously, but it was because of her.

She was spending time in the room, and all the arrangements in the room were carefully considered by her, and she looked at them without any care. Now she can close the eyes of the entire room and silently reveal them. The reason is that it is so boring.

But one thing is very strange to her. How can a man like Xiao Hou who is proud, put pink decorations in the room, such as a pink bed account, a pink bead curtain, and a pink tea mat ...

It seems that when I came here before, I didn't see such a strange dress. Is this obviously suitable for little girls? It's hard to imagine why Xiao Hou put them in the room.

But it looks quite pleasing to the eye, much better than the deserted plain.

After appreciating for a long time, she still felt bored, waiting always felt infinitely long, and she was anxious, and she became more and more impatient.

Should she go back first?

But this way, he will go to the Huguosi Temple tomorrow, and she has no time to come to the palace to send him, wouldn't she not even see this last one?

No, she can't just leave like this!

The encounter between the two was full of drama, and so caught off guard, it was even more difficult to leave parting!

However, she waited for another half an hour, the stars came out, and no one had returned yet. It seemed that he would not return tonight.

She stomped her feet in depression, this Xiao Hou didn't go out early or late, but she didn't see anyone at this time, it was really irritating!

She looked around the room, suddenly settled in a corner, and could not help walking.

A table was placed near the window with the four treasures of the study. She picked up the writing brush, lowered her eyebrows for a moment, and then walked around the table, sat down in a chair, and began to grind ink for herself.

Can't say it in person, write it on paper!

Maybe those words that are difficult to read can be better expressed in words!

After grinding the ink, she laid rice paper on the table, took a brush and thought for a moment, then dipped it in ink and wrote slowly.

Thanks to my childhood, I learned the brush calligraphy with my grandfather for a while, and I was sent to the Children's Palace to train for a few winter and summer vacations. Writing a letter is still manageable. Although her words ca n’t talk about how beautiful, But at least it's not ugly.

At the time of writing, memories flowed around her, circling in her head, from the beginning to the present day, covering all the two people get along. She realized that there was so much in her heart that she wanted to tell him.

But I want to say too much, but I can't write it all down.