When Jiang Zhou returned home, he saw Wen Yan sitting by the fire reading a book.

When Jiang Zhou originally designed the drawings, he deliberately let light shine in. He went to the market to collect a piece of colored glass and embedded it next to the fire room.

Wen Yan liked to sit on the edge and read, but candles could easily hurt his eyes, so he didn’t need to light them.

Seeing Wen Yan reading a book, Jiang Zhou suddenly remembered something.

“Ah Yan.”

“Huh?” Wen Yan responded; his eyes still glued to the book.

“Are you bored sitting at home like this?”

Wen Yan hesitated: “Well, it’s a bit boring.”

He had nothing to do now. Sometimes he went to restaurants, and occasionally, he carried Xiao Yi to the Lu Dalang’s house to sit with Madam Lu.

Li Yue couldn’t bear to leave Xiao Yi, sometimes when she had nothing to do at home, she insisted on taking him with her.

Wen Yan thought that Wen Wenxing was often away from home now. Li Yue probably feeling lonely at home, so he didn’t argue with her and just went to sit there often.

Most of the time, he would read books and practice calligraphy at home. When Jiang Zhou came back, he would make clothes for Xiao Yi when he had nothing to do. Children were always quick to catch wind, so his clothes lasted ten and a half days after they were made. He couldn’t it long enough as a baby.

It was not too lonely and boring – he sat here when he was lonelier and more bored, and now it was actually quite good.

Jiang Zhou felt soft in his heart when he looked at his gentle eyes. He sat over and held his hand: “If you are bored at home, I have an idea, but I don’t know if it is feasible yet.”

Wen Yan was confused.

Jiang Zhou said: “I went to see Mr. Zhuo two days ago, and I happened to meet him complaining that the teacher in this town was going back to his hometown. There will be no teacher in the town next month, and he is planning to recruit a new one. Yes. I was thinking if you feel bored while reading at home, you can give it a try.”

Wen Yan shook his head: “I just read two books at home, what can I teach?”

Jiang Zhou didn’t think so.

He knew Wen Yan, and he had been good at studying since he was a child. He was the most praised by the teachers in the school. Whether it was practicing calligraphy or reading, he had enough patience and was the best at it.

If it weren’t for a shuanger’s status restriction, maybe he would be able to take the imperial examination.

He knew that Wen Yan had always been a little introverted and not very confident, so he often encouraged him. Now he felt more and more that it was feasible for Wen Yan to teach.

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“My wife is so awesome. No one in town has read more books than you. I think he can definitely be a teacher.” He smiled: “What’s more, I don’t mean you have to be an awesome teacher. You are just teaching those children how to read and write. If you are not confident, why not give yourself a try?”

Wen Yan was already a little tempted, but he was worried and did not agree. After hearing this, his eyes lit up: “Well, to think about it… I think it’s fine to try?”

“Yes, just try it first.” Jiang Zhou liked to see his eyes light up, “It just so happens that I’m going to renovate the house during this time.”

“Renovate?” Wen Yan was stunned for a moment. “It wasn’t long after it was built, why is it necessary to renovate it?”

Jiang Zhou squatted down to lift up his trouser legs and put his feet on his knees. As expected, he saw that dry skin was baked on it, and it was cracked like scales.

Wen Yan pulled his feet back guiltily: “There’s nothing to see.”

Jiang Zhou glared at him: “It’s already like this, and you didn’t even tell me. I just thought you got better. Who knew you were so afraid of the cold now? Sitting by the fire every day, your skin is cracked.”

Wen Yan knew that he was in the wrong, so he could only call him in a low voice: “Zhou-ge…”

“It’s useless to call me.” Jiang Zhou didn’t even raise his head and took something from his pocket. He took out some ointment and applied it to Wen Yan’s legs carefully.

The ointment was mixed with mint leaves, and it was refreshing and comfortable to apply on the legs. Wen Yan couldn’t help but squint his eyes.

He had been warming himself by the fire for too long, and the heat had already made him drowsy. Jiang Zhou’s gentle movements of rubbing his legs made him feel sleepy involuntarily.

So, when Jiang Zhou kneaded the ointment for him and looked up, Wen Yan had already fallen asleep holding the book in his hand.

Jiang Zhou wanted to laugh.

Wen Yan was like this when he was a child. He always felt sleepy. When he went to class to listen to books, he would hold on for the sake of his studies and sit upright. After class, he would fall asleep after finishing his homework.

At that time, the two seats were next to each other. Jiang Zhou successfully became Wen Yan’s seatmate by virtue of his title as the Little Overlord. The happiest moment was when Wen Yan fell down and dozed off on the table. Quietly pick the person up to lean on his shoulder, or lie in his arms.

So, every time Wen Yan woke up, he found himself and Jiang Zhou closely next to each other.

At that time, Jiang Zhou would pretend to have sore hands and sigh, then watched Wen Yan being shy and blushing without moving, and then Wen Yan would gently help him massage his arms.

After so many years, Wen Yan had always been by his side, still gentle, and he had changed from a little bully who liked to tease Wen Yan to someone who protected him.

Time flies, and they grew up around each other. Although they had been together for many years, it seemed that they had not changed for many years.