Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 27 If you don't believe in luck, do you believe in me?

After breakfast, Song Wei was going to the town to contact Song Yuanbao about transferring to another school. Her mother-in-law took her sister-in-law to buy piglets, leaving Wen Wan at home.

Wen Wan chopped up the pig food, went to the river to wash all the dirty clothes at home, and then went to Song Wei's study room, practicing calligraphy while thinking about how to persuade Song Wei to take the exam.

However, after pondering for a long time, she still couldn't figure it out.

When Song Wei came back, he went to the main room first, saw that no one was there, and went back to the bedroom, but there was still no one. When he came to the study, he saw the little girl with her back to her, holding a pen in her right hand, practicing calligraphy carelessly scribbled on straw paper.

His eyes fixed on the back of her red hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked over.

Wen Wan was startled when she heard footsteps, she turned around and saw that it was Song Wei, she was relieved.

Song Wei pulled up a stool and sat down next to her, with his palms on the backs of her hands, which was icy cold.

"Did you touch cold water?"

Wen Wan pointed to the clothes hanging on the clothes rail outside.

"If you don't apply balm after washing, what should you do if you get chilblains? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

Song Wei looked over, his far-reaching gaze was full of concern.

Embarrassment appeared on her gentle face, indicating that she forgot.

When chopping pig food and washing clothes before, all she could think about was how to persuade her husband-in-law, how could she even remember whether she had applied balm?
Song Wei was not surprised by her reaction, as if he had gotten used to the little girl's carelessness, he quickly got up and went back to the bedroom, brought the balm box on the bedside table, opened it and wiped it on her personally.

His fingertips were very warm, and when he circled on the back of her hand, it seemed to be on fire, making her feel hot from head to toe, and her heart was pounding.

After applying the ointment and covering it, Song Wei raised his head, his eyes were warm, "Does it feel better?"

Wen Wan blushed and nodded.

"What were you thinking just now, so lost in thought?"

Wen Wan hesitated for a moment, turned sideways, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote crookedly on the straw paper: scientific research.

Song Wei looked at those two characters, his vision became blurred.

Wen Wan's heart was beating a drum, up and down.

She knew that the death of Dalang and his wife left a heavy shadow in Song Wei's heart, but like her mother-in-law, she hoped that Song Wei could come out sooner, let go of the past, let go of herself.

"Wanwan wants me to be an official?" He asked with a questioning tone.

Wen Wan shook her head, took the initiative to hold his generous palm, released it after a while, and expressed in sign language: I hope everything goes well for you.

The mother-in-law said that reading and taking the imperial examination is the dream of my father-in-law since he was a child.

Withdrawing because of an accident, even if he didn't say anything, he must have regrets in his heart.

Song Wei didn't respond, and the study fell into silence. The two were close, and the sound of shallow breathing lingered between each other.

After a while, he took the lead to break the silence, "I started to sign up for the county exam when I was ten years old. In ten years, I have never successfully entered the exam booth. When I was 20 years old, my elder brother and sister-in-law were killed because of me, which completely broke me. Passion for scientific research. I didn’t believe in fate before, but since that year, I have believed in it. Maybe I was born out of luck with scientific research. Therefore, even after seven or eight years, I don’t think I can suddenly change my luck. "

Wen Wan asked him: If you don't believe in luck, then do you believe in me?
Song Wei looked at the little girl, her eyes were shining, like stars twinkling in the sky, and more like a guiding light at night, people couldn't say no to them just looking at her.

The corners of Song Wei's lips could not help but slightly curled up, he stretched out his hand to pinch her small face, and said with a little affection: "You are still young, don't think so much, it hurts your nerves."

Is it a waste of persuasion to co-author and sensationalize for so long?

Wen Wan turned her back angrily.

She wants to learn words!I have to write it to him personally, I am more effective than the lucky stars in the sky, and I can help him change his luck!

(End of this chapter)