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”It has already been sewn.” Si Xin Su waved his sleeves and took two steps forward, revealing the place where the wound was originally on his face. He had a comfortable smile on his face, and it was obvious that he was happy. Sister Zisang's cooking skills are extremely good, I can't even see the hole in it anymore, right? ”

He wore these clothes like a child who was being embraced by a mother, and spoke with a voice that thirsted for Si Yuan's approval.

Si Yuan invisibly nodded, and then raised his eyes to look in Lin Zisang's direction. Lin Zisang had just been called out by name, and was once again in front of Si Yuan, feeling a little uneasy. At this moment, when he met Si Yuan's gaze, he first shifted slightly backwards half a step, and then met his gaze.

But Si Yuan did not say anything to her, he only passed two things to Si Xin Hong, and told him, ”finish reading as soon as possible.”

Si Xin Hong solemnly received the two thin booklets and respectfully took two steps back. He then turned around and started to walk down the stairs.

Lin Zisang and Zao Mu also followed in his footsteps.

The second floor was filled with paintings. A few shelves separated a small space at the back, and inside was a book table. The ink and paper on the desk were all carefully placed together.

”Go get a charcoal stove,” Si Xin Hong said as he took off his robes. Inside he was wearing light and light clothes, he instructed Zao Mu, ”Put it over there, Sister Zisang will probably be afraid of the cold later.”

He then turned to Lin Zisang and said, ”Sister Zisang, there won't be much to do in a while. Help me grind the ink, and sometimes just help me get those two books over.

The one Si Xin Hong was pointing at was a small sealed space separated by two bookshelves. Only one space was facing the exit of the bookshelf. Some of the words and paintings on the bookshelf had almost all turned grey, and it was unknown how long it had been since they last moved.

Lin Zisang rolled up his sleeves, feeling that Si Xin Hong was considerate, he opened his mouth and thanked him.

He did not do heavy work for more than a month, and every day he used the moisturizing ointment to protect himself. At this time, Lin Zisang's hands were no longer in the hands of the Qinjiawan Bay's Qin Sanniu of the past. The slender fingers of the scallion held the black ink and grinded it into a heavy color on the ink-black inkstone. A faint scent of ink was emitted from the inkstone.

Si Xin Hong's gaze moved from Lin Zisang's smooth and tender fingernails to her fair hands, and his lips revealed a slight smile.

After Lin Zisang finished grinding, he returned with a charcoal stove. He held the charcoal stove in one hand and a stool with four corners in the other. They were all placed in the small compartment.

”Why do you put two stools in there?”

Zao Mu did not know why he asked, but he honestly replied, ”This servant has nothing better to do, why can I stay here for a while?”

Si Xinhong had always been a friendly person. As he spoke slowly, he didn't look like a ten-year old child at all. Zao Mu had been by his side for a while now, so she was not afraid of him in his heart.

Originally, it was nothing much. He just wanted Zao Mu to come here because he was afraid that there would be someone else who would run errands for him. However, even if they were both servants, it was still not good to be so intimate with a man and a woman.

Not only did he not block the wind, he even pointed the person straight at the wind. Zao Mu complained in his heart, but on the surface, he could only listen to Si Xin Hong's orders and carried the four horned stool over dejectedly.