Rebirth of Beigu Sirius

"Well, after a long time of talking, I still haven't come up with any reliable method."

After tossing and tossing for a long time, it can be regarded as seeing off the three little ancestors, Yunzhuo let out a long sigh of relief, and closed the wooden door of Lingshuangju.

Looking back at the room, the table was full of mess. He picked out a pear from the basket hidden among the books, and gnawed it down. Meaning, it can be regarded as faded a little.

What did those boys say just now?

Send a Gift?Have to do it by hand?Then go to test?

Yun Zhuo scratched his head, looked at the hands with outstretched fingers, and sighed again.

This is really embarrassing...

Although he is said to be a master of craftsmanship, and his mechanism skills are very good, it is a pity that he is a mess in terms of making gifts by himself.

For example, according to the routines in those Fengyue opera books, the tokens of love and affection are often handkerchiefs embroidered one by one stitches, thread knots made one by one... no matter how bad it is, it has to be a hairpin carved by oneself , or handmade pastries.

But the conscience of heaven and earth, in the first 20 years, he only cared about the happy world, and he was almost ignorant of fine things except mechanism skills.

Whether it is cooking or carving, everything is so rotten that it is still doubtful whether it can be sold or not. How can there be such a saying as "making gifts with your own hands to test others".

"Ugh……"

Leaning on the cool couch, Yun Zhuo gnawed a half-eaten pear, feeling very discouraged.Rolling on his side for a few times, he sighed regretfully: "Why didn't I pay more attention to learning these things at the beginning?"

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt, the taste of the sweet pear in his mouth was gone, he leaned against the bedpost with his cheeks propped up, and a purple-colored hairband suddenly fluttered out from between the half-opened skirts due to the movement.

Hey?

Isn't this the one he wants to return to Situ Lin?

The purple soft brocade that had been folded neatly before was now scattered on the bed in a messy manner, looking a bit eye-catching in the light-colored quilt room.Yun Zhuo suddenly had an idea in his heart, he stood up and shook the thing away twice.

Or, take the opportunity of returning this thing to test that person?

In desperation, Situ Lin borrowed him to bandage up the cut in his hand that was opened by Lanshuang.Unexpectedly, there will be many changes in the back and forth-he had a long talk with Duan Daochang all night, and Ling Xun made troubles, and finally when he remembered to wash it, the thick blood stains on the side of the belt had penetrated into the brocade thread. between.

Even after washing it three or five times with the soap locust, it still inevitably leaves traces, winding and oozing on the fabric, which is not in the way at first glance, but it is still not very good-looking when you look closely.

Yun Zhuo frowned.

I'm afraid it's not good for someone to borrow something and send it back in such a dirty state.

How about painting something to cover it up?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly walked to the table in three steps at a time, spread out the hair tie, opened the low cabinet, rubbed the brush and rubbed the ink, and laid out the five-color materials.

However, when he brought up the pen, he encountered difficulties again.

The remaining blood stains are zigzag, narrow but horizontally long, if you paint birds, beasts and butterflies, it probably won't be able to cover them completely.

And if you cover it according to the trend, you can only paint long branches along the trend of the blood stains, and then add a few flowers.

But, from peach, apricot and cherry to magnolia and lilac, which kind of flower should be painted?

Yun Zhuo tapped in the inkstone with a pen in his hand, turned his face with his cheeks on his hands, and saw out of the half-open window, a Sajinmei that had just plucked its bones.

The petals are snow-white with reddish tints, and the stamens are densely packed. They are blooming proudly against the sparse and semi-cold sunshine in late autumn and early winter, and they are reflected in his eyes.

Although the three sons of the Yun family followed the old rules of their ancestors, they were crowned with the titles of Qilin, Bai Ze, and Sirius.But when it comes to the elegant things tattooed on clothing, it is the pine, bamboo and plum of the three friends of Sui Han.

Yunhua is the pines in the empty valley, Yunchen is the elegant bamboo, and Yunzhuo is the youngest. The chapter pattern flowers on the clothes at that time were Zhuoran's golden plums.

Dongxue is fearless, romantic and self-contained, and has a bit of "not competing with others" to stand out from the crowd, which really fits his taste so much.

So in a sense, this rebellious Lord Sirius is talking about him, and this Aoxue independent Sa Jinmei is also talking about him.

How about just painting this golden plum?

Yun Zhuo looked at the plum tree in front of the window that he had walked with him for countless times in his youth, and felt deeply that if Situ Lin's things could be stained with his own color like this, then his selfishness was indeed true. elegant.

I have made up my mind, I can paint as soon as I say it, I am in my hand, and my pen is like a snake. Although I think that I am not as elegant as my second brother, but after all, my father grabbed my ears and practiced some gentleman's arts when I was young, such as piano and chess. Calligraphy and painting are still a little familiar.Dip the brush with cinnabar, draw a light stroke along the blood mark, and then dot the dyed color to express your feelings. After a while, a tree of flowers has bloomed on the purple-colored base cloth.

He stretched out his hand and patted the wet color on the purple tang brocade, scrutinized it carefully, and said with a half-smile: "Hey, returning people's things, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, it's up to you whether you can succeed in this kind of temptation." .”

Putting down the pen to collect the ink, Yun Zhuo gnawed on half of the pear just now, and dug out the pot of wine that he bought secretly in the town when he came back from under the table. out the door.

The small courtyard outside the door was peaceful, the golden plum tree facing it was quietly shedding its petals, and the peach tree on the other side had lost all its fragrance, its branches were bare, covering the small door of the guest house, motionless.

"Rin, brother Rin?"

Although the headband was painted in one go, it is inevitable that there will be a little timidity when things come to an end.Yun Zhuo took two steps to the small door and knocked twice, swallowed, and said hesitantly: "I haven't seen you for a few days, I'm alone and have nothing to do, do you want to go out for a drink together?"

"Oh? Ask someone to drink in broad daylight?"

He heard his voice before seeing him, and before Yun Zhuo was restless for a while, the door was pushed open with a "squeak".

Situ Lin came slowly in a baggy purple dress, and said with a half-smile, "Sir, when did you have such leisure?"

"What? You invited me to dinner that day, but now I invite you back, and I don't want to show you face?"

My heart was up and down, but Yun Zhuo's face was serious. After thinking for a moment, he hummed and said, "Could it be that after becoming a demon king, I have airs, my 'legacy of the rivers and lakes', please don't move me like this." Are you a Buddha?"

"Hey, I didn't say no."

Situ Lin turned his fan bone and narrowed his eyes: "It's just, Third Young Master, where are you trying to drag me?"

"Where, where else?"

Yun Zhuo took a deep breath, lifted the jug up, pouted and said: "If you count the places nearby where you can talk and drink, isn't it Wangyue Pavilion?"

Situ Lin nodded slightly, without any objection, and closed the wooden door of the guest house behind his back.The two walked past the courtyard, the corridor was deep and the path was secluded, and they arrived at the pavilion in a short time.

However, just like last time, no one in the pavilion this time had any interest in reciting poems and composing poems. Although the table was pushing glasses and changing glasses, talking and laughing happily, but in the end, the person who invited him was still "a drunkard who didn't want to drink."

The two of you came and went, and after drinking for three rounds, Yun Zhuo found an opportunity to stop the cup in Situ Lin's hand.

"I said brother Lin."

He took out the hair tie that had been covered for a long time from his arms, slapped it in front of Situ Lin, coughed lightly, and said calmly: "Everything was delayed, I forgot to return this hair tie to you."

"Oh?."

Situ Lin lowered his head slightly, and on the blue-gray stone table, amidst the uniform purple tangerine color, a golden plum bloomed proudly alone.

All of a sudden, he was stunned, stroking the plum blossom with his fingertips, trembling slightly.

"San Shao painted it for me?"

Situ Lin was thoughtful.

"Forget it, let it be..."

Yun Zhuo took a sip of the cup with a guilty conscience, and said in a low voice: "At the beginning, this hair band was stained with my blood, and then there were a few marks that couldn't be washed off, so I painted some flowers on it Let's cover it up."

"Pfft, that's a nice drawing."

This time, for the first time in history, Situ Lin didn't say a word to tease, quietly gathered up the hair tie that was pinched hot by Yun Zhuo, slowly put it into his arms, and said in a low voice: "This is also an ordinary thing, this It makes a lot of sense to teach Lord Sirius to do more."

"Hey, after all, it's something borrowed from someone else. If it gets dirty, I have to figure it out, don't I?"

Hearing what the other party said, Yun Zhuo was secretly happy, holding the jug and refilling a glass for Situ Lin, and said with a smile: "Stop talking about this! Drink and drink!"

The clear wine poured into the white porcelain cup, Situ Lin squinted his eyes, took it up and drank it down without saying goodbye.

"Hey, brother Lin, what have you been doing in the house these days?"

After drinking until he was slightly drunk, he thought of something serious in his chaotic thoughts, and asked casually while playing with the porcelain cup.

Situ Lin said: "Deploy Xiao Qi Xiao Shi and others to investigate the matter of Yunya Palace and Ning Yan."

Yun Zhuo hurriedly answered: "Is there any result?"

"Secret matter, there is no news for a while."

Situ Lin shook his head, put down his cup, and said, "What about you?"

"Hey, what can I do? Just stay in the room and read a book!"

Yun Zhuo waved his hand.

Situ Lin searched for the bottom line: "Oh? What book?"

Being asked about it, Yun Zhuo scratched his head, and was suddenly burped by the wind in the late autumn and early winter: "Hey, I'm ashamed to say, it's just some romantic tales I got when I was young and frivolous."

"Pfft, don't panic, don't panic."

Seeing that Yun Zhuo's back twitched, it was really funny, Situ Lin quickly patted him on the back, and said with a smile, "I'm just asking casually. But by the way, what do you think those are doing?"

"Let's have nothing to do and watch the fun!"

Yun Zhuo calmed down, and thought again: "However, speaking of those stories, I was very happy to see them back then, but now I feel a little absurd..."

Situ Lin raised his eyes: "How ridiculous?"

Yun Zhuo sighed and said, "It's good to be moved when two people are in love with each other. But in reality, how can it be so easy?"

"Third Young Master is enthusiastic about researching such things."

Hearing this, Situ Lin chuckled lightly, and teased, "So you have opened your mind and want to have a romantic relationship?"

"what?"

The other party spoke in a calm tone, but Yun Zhuo's throat was choked again, and he was suddenly choked.

Bah, it's not just thinking, the object of thinking is you!

He rolled his eyes at the "culprit" who had no self-knowledge. Feeling guilty, he hummed unwillingly: "What are you talking about me for? What about you? You haven't thought of finding someone to double cultivate together for so many years? Don't you have anyone you like?"

This series of words really hit the point, Situ Lin did not make a sound immediately.

Okay, are you asking?

Yun Zhuo looked up triumphantly, but just heard a "clang" sound from the table.

The empty white porcelain wine glass was lightly knocked by Situ Lin on the bluestone tabletop, and the jet-black fan that replaced it was closed and opened, opened and closed between his fingers, and between the loose hairs of the man who lowered his head slightly, the man Yun Zhuo couldn't tell clearly from his expression.

After a long time, he only heard him say seriously: "Yes."