Chapter 111

With the mounted paintings, song Xijiao shot the gate of Ling mansion. As soon as the porter saw that it was him, he didn't report it, so he invited her to the backyard and said, "the young master has already explained that as long as it is Miss Song who comes here, he can go to the seat directly without asking for instructions."

Song Xijiao was grateful and couldn't help laughing.

At this time, Ling Ziqing is in the study, leaning on the couch, covered with a thin pile blanket, holding a volume of books in his hand, his dark hair scattered all over the couch, the whole person is lazy, but there is an indescribable style.

Song Xijiao saw such a picture as soon as she entered the door visually attractive.

"Master Ling." When song Xijiao saw that she came in, Ling Ziqing didn't realize it, so she had to call him.

Ling Ziqing raised his eyes, a faint smile, as if greeting an old friend, patted his couch: "you come, sit."

Sit? Where are you going?

Although it was broad daylight, a man and a woman were sitting together, which was a little too intimate. Song Xijiao didn't go there. She just sat on the futon in front of the couch. She took out the mounted painting from her sleeve and handed it to Ling Ziqing. She said, "I've finished mounting your painting."

"So fast."

Ling Ziqing was a little surprised. Before Song Xijiao said that it would take a month, he thought he would have to wait for a long time. Take a look, the soft drawing paper has now become a hard long axis. Slowly open along the axis, you can see that his painting of mountain Zen is flat and full of ironing on the hard and thick long hemp paper, which is full of artistic conception.

"Is this mounting?"

Song Xijiao saw his look and knew that he must like it, so she laughed: "yes, this is mounting. No matter in winter or summer, Jinzhou City is accompanied by rain and snow. Calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall are easy to mildew and fade. However, after mounting, it can not only prevent the paper from changing, but also enhance the ornamental value

Ling Ziqing closed the scroll and said with a smile, "Miss Song is really a wonderful person."

Song Xijiao shook her head: "I didn't invent this mounting technique either..."

As soon as she was about to explain, Ling Ziqing answered. He said with a light smile, "it was an old man who passed by your house and told you, right?"

Song Xijiao was stunned, and her cheeks burned red. The original lies, have long been seen through by the other side. She coughed to hide her embarrassment: "well, let's talk about the paper mill."

"Luo Shuang has released cooperation with you." Ling Ziqing did not take her words, one hand on the couch, lazily looking at her, "you a woman, open a workshop alone, but also responsible for business, I am afraid this business is not easy to do."

Song Xijiao had thought about these things for a long time, but she was never the one who stopped acting because of fear. Now some people use these to obstruct her. She can't help but show a little unhappy look. She said coldly to Lingzi, "this is my own business. You don't need to worry about it. You just need to help me design my heart's bamboo paper farm. "

Ling Ziqing didn't care about her cold words and said with a smile: "have you ever thought about finding another partner?"

Song Xijiao shook her head: "Mr. Luo is right. The Song family hold a grudge against me. They will not let me go easily. There will be disturbances in the future. I don't want to involve others, and I don't want to terminate the contract with others because of these things. It's better for me to come on my own and be responsible for my own profits and losses and save trouble. "

"If there are people, they are not afraid of being implicated?" Ling Ziqing looked at her and asked.

Song Xijiao frowned slightly: "master Ling..."

"I was just joking." Seeing that her face was embarrassed, Ling Ziqing was very good at judging the situation and taking back his words. Smiling, he lifted up his pile blanket and went down to sit beside song Xijiao.

As soon as she got close, song Xijiao could smell a faint smell of Medicine on him. She raised her eyes sensitively and glanced at him. She wanted to stop talking. He is taking medicine. Is there anything wrong with him? But he was afraid of some hidden disease, so he rashly asked, but he was abrupt and restrained.

Ling Ziqing opened the bamboo roll on the table and said to song Xijiao with a smile, "please help Miss Song to polish the ink for me."

"Oh, good."

When she finished grinding the ink, Ling Ziqing brushed his sleeve and drew on the paper with a pen and said, "I have a courtyard in the west of the city, which has been left unused and can be rented to you. There is an attic in that yard. Although the attic is wooden, the stone steps at the bottom are very high, which can meet your fire protection needs

As he talked and painted, he took care of everything from Yin and Yang and five elements to Xiang Tian Di FA, whether it was the axis relationship or the private relationship of the workshop.

At first, song Xijiao could barely understand, but later, little head bit by bit, almost fell asleep.

When Ling Ziqing finished all the ideas and put down the wolf hair in her hand, song Xijiao was lying on the table and fell asleep unconsciously.

Ling Ziqing said infatuated, but did not sleep, he turned his head and saw song Xijiao's peaceful sleeping face and shook his head helplessly. Just want to wake her up, throat suddenly tight, cough in a low voice.

The little schoolboy, who had been waiting at the door and did not dare to disturb him, heard the sound of coughing. He immediately came in with a hot pot, poured a bowl of hot tea for Ling Ziqing, served it to him, and frowned to remind him: "childe, the doctor said that you should keep quiet. Don't talk too much and not be too tired."Ling Ziqing waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to say more.

I know my illness best. A man has reached the end of his life, and his rest is just one more day and one less day. It's better to be happy before leaving.

In his life, all his thoughts have been realized, and all the things he wants have been obtained. If there is any regret, it is the little woman who has no guard and is sleeping by.

At that time, she was so obsessed with him that she would not marry him. He was too lazy to look at her. Later, he saw her holding the bamboo paper, confidently and bravely said that it was the filial piety paper she invented. He saw her passing the Lingling River, her skirt flying, saw her kowtow in the snow to save her brother. Somehow, when he came back, he would always think of her when he was awake and asleep.

If at that time he had promised her advances, what would it be like now?

"Miss Song, Miss Song."

Song Xijiao was sleeping, and suddenly heard someone shouting in her ear. She frowned. The eldest brother opened his eyes unwillingly. At a glance, she turned out to be a little schoolboy.

She sat up abruptly and realized that she had fallen asleep! The cheek is big red, ask in a hurry: "Ling childe?" Was she angry?

Xiaoshutong laughed: "Miss Song, you have something to go out. When you leave, you tell me to wake up Miss Song before dark. Now it's getting late. I dare not delay, so I have to harass Miss Song. "

Song Xijiao looked out, and sure enough, the sun had set. Looking at the table, she had already drawn a stack of bamboo paper. On the top of the paper, there were still a few words left: Miss Song, please take it for detailed study, and discuss it tomorrow.

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