C64 (1/1)

”Sister Zisang, do you want to learn how to write?”

Lin Zisang carefully placed the plate in front of Si Xin Hong like a plate and was about to bow and leave when he suddenly heard him ask.

Zi Lan had once asked herself a question of a similar nature in the Spring Orchid Garden. The difference between the two merely assumed that she could write, and the other assumed that she could not see clearly.

”Do you want to learn?” Lin Zisang did not need to think too much about this question, she was pleasantly surprised. Since Si Xin Hong had asked this question, he did not intend to casually mention it.

In the past, she had learned how to write and read from her mother, but that was just a simple matter. There was no problem with simply writing and reading, but if she went deeper, she would be of no help. If one looked carefully at the people in the house, one would find that none of them were simple people, Lin Zisang envied them for their differences, and for their differences, he was willing to fight for himself.

”Bring the things in the bag next to the desk back with you in a while. Copy the three words inside first and bring them over for me to see in two days,” Si Xin Hong said unambiguously, and immediately picked out his plan with Lin Zisang, ”Learning a few words is beneficial, after this you have your own plans.”

Si Xin Hong had a good impression of Lin Zisang from the bottom of his heart. It was rare for her to have a childish side to a girl of this age, but even rarer was that he did not let her little intelligence break through his brain. He took it seriously and walked up the stairs step by step.

He had originally carried a trace of praise for Lin Zisang, but this favorable impression had become clear from the moment Lin Zisang's delicate hand had mended his blue robe. In his life, Si Xinhong had been short of a woman who had been around him for a long time since he was a baby. Lin Zisang's appearance, although in terms of status and position, was not equal, but it still made up for such a gap, which made Si Xin Hong involuntarily want to grab onto this feeling. She stealthily indulged the child's side of his heart that he would never allow, patching his clothes, and accompanying him around day and night. These actions may bring the lower class to please the upper class, but Si Xinhong could not refuse such warmth.

Knowing Si Xin Hong's temper, Lin Zisang didn't suppress the joy in her heart. She carefully and sincerely thanked him before taking the small cloth bag from the desk and carefully putting it away in her bosom. Then, she quietly left.

At the same time, at the same time, it was also a bit brighter than usual. Lin Zisang stepped into the little girl's room, and saw that half of the people inside had finished eating.

Shan Zhi was concerned about her and so he decided to save her for her. He left a portion for Lin Zisang and waited for her to come back.

”Sister Zisang, come and eat?” She immediately stood up and raised her bowl, as though she was going to give up her seat to Lin Zisang.

Lin Zisang smiled and waved his back, telling her to sit down, ”You guys go ahead and eat first, I still have to give the soup in the kitchen to the young master later. Go and see what is left in the kitchen, just casually take a bite or two.”

She turned and walked back inside, preparing to put her bag away.

It couldn't be said that it was bad for everyone to live together in the shared house, but everyone had something that they couldn't hide. The needle basket that she had previously asked Shan Zhi to bring into her room was now placed beside her bed.

Lin Zisang sat down on the side of the bed, and only now did he untie the small cloth bag. Inside, there was an inkstone platform, a brush, and a small pile of paper. The first chapter had the words ”Lin Zisang” written on it.