medicine jar and her miss doctor

In the early morning, Master Chun, who was carrying a schoolbag, was reluctantly sent into the car.

At the door, the girl was wearing a pink dress, watching people go away, the car drove through the street until she could no longer see her, Shumo said softly: "Miss, let's go back too."

Zhixiu hummed.

Yesterday, at the birthday party, at night, Mrs. Zhi accompanied her daughter and talked about herself for a long time. This morning, Chun Cheng returned to school, and Mrs. Zhi deliberately did not come to see her off. At this time, the east courtyard.

Inside the boudoir.

After seeing off Chun Cheng, Zhi Xiucai took the time to sort out the birthday gifts received yesterday. What Wang Ling gave was a homemade thin Langhao pen, which was light in gift and affectionate.

The morning light shines through the window, and the polished and lubricated barrel of the pen is engraved with fine small characters: May Axiu get what she wants, and her wishes come true.

This is Wang Ling's consistent style.

The girls in dormitory 308 have different personalities, and Wang Ling is the most careful one.This person always seems to be able to show care in the subtleties. Thinking of her and Zhou Wan's relationship that has not yet taken root, Zhixiu stroked the pen with her fingertips: "I also wish you all your wishes, and your wishes will come true."

A painting sent by Chen Deng unfolded, and Zhixiu opened her eyes slightly.

The painting is an ancient painting. 200 years ago, Yu Qiuzi passed through Baoshan, saw the beautiful mountains and rivers, and the sun was rising in the east. He waved his big hand and called "Bi Lai".

As a lady from a famous family, Miss Zhi has extraordinary attainments in calligraphy and painting, but what shocked her was not Yu Qiuzi's ability, but the beautiful scenery in the painting - even though the ages have changed, she still recognized it at a glance, it was Yunhua Mountain, it was her He Chun Cheng, the place where he first met!

The ingenuity of the world is that it has only been 200 years since Yu Qiuzi painted. In just 200 years, the vicissitudes of life and Yunhua Mountain have disappeared in the long river of time.But it was in this way to meet her again.

The heart is surging, and the past cannot be chased.Zhixiu stared blankly at the plants and trees in the painting, and a slight smile appeared on her lips, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, even though Yunhua Mountain has long since dissipated, the person who made her fall in love is still there.

By her side, in her heart, in the days and nights of the rest of her life.

The mood suddenly improved.

The painting was properly put away, and the jade sent by Zhou Wan was found out. As Wanwan said, this jade is not a rare item, and the real congratulatory gift is still in Jingteng.

As for the gifts given by others, Zhixiu opened them with her own hands and sorted them with care. This was her first birthday in another world, and she received the kindness of many people.

As a mother-in-law, Mrs. Zhi gave her an excellent mutton fat jade bracelet, and as a future father-in-law, Master Chun gave her a set of pure gold jewelry, but what about Chun Cheng, who is a 'fiancé'?

Zhixiu's cheeks were rosy, she bit her lower lip, and said calmly, "Shumo, you go out first."

"Yes."

The door was closed, and the delicate girl pondered over and over again, but finally got up and went to the closet because of the curiosity in her heart.

The door of the cupboard opened, and it was full of new clothes that Chun Cheng gave her.

The little rose red coat was in her hand, and it was a little hot.Zhixiu pursed her moist lips, raised her fingers and unbuttoned her clothes.

The clothes were off, and there was a slight pain in the back between the gestures, she frowned and ignored it, Yubai's body appeared in the full-length mirror that was as tall as a person, and Zhixiu blushed when she saw it.

The best medicine was used for the back injury. In addition, the scabs quickly healed, thanks to her superb medical skills.

Turning his back and turning his head to look at the unsightly wound in the mirror, the scene of whispering with Chun Cheng last night leaped to the heart lake at the right time.

I can't explain why I spit out such shameless words at that time, but now that I think about it, the sense of shame is even greater.

Fortunately, Chun Cheng was so drunk that he didn't know anything about personnel.

In order to prevent the wound from bursting and staining the clothes, Zhixiu shyly took the small clothes and tried them on to measure her body, and she couldn't help saying a word in her heart to see how suitable she was.

In the morning class, Young Master Chun, who was being chanted about being a disciple, turned the pen in his left hand, looked at the woman standing on the podium, but was thinking about her fiancée: She rashly made a small dress for Xiuxiu, would Xiuxiu like it? ?

Xiuxiu, who came from a famous family, seemed to be different from what she thought at first. At first, she thought that the eldest lady was beautiful, intelligent, elegant and self-restraining, and she was a serious and abiding daughter of a family.

She doesn't like well-behaved and lifeless daughters of aristocratic families, but it's a pity that she was born at an untimely time.

In her era, if it had been 500 years earlier, she could still catch up with the "Wenluan Shengjing" who admired romance.

500 years ago, in Tinglantai, there was a royal princess who was as good as a man, the literary battlefield, and the elegant and domineering Lin Chunhou. At that time, the wind was like the fragrance of wine, accompanied by the talent of pen and ink, the unity of the seven kingdoms, and the rain of blood The fishy wind is a deterrent that goes deep into the soul.

And she was born 500 years after the wind and clouds scattered.

500 years later, men have returned to the pinnacle of power, and women are bound by the three obediences and four virtues to make it difficult to move.She thought Xiuxiu wouldn't like her, she didn't dare like her as a famous lady brought up in such a dreary environment.

But the facts have proved that under the elegant appearance of Miss Zhijia, there is a rebellious and lonely heart hidden.

Very much to her taste.

After being in love with each other, Chun Cheng still wants to experience what love is, and being able to fall in love with Xiuxiu is simply a blessing accumulated in her previous life.

The blessings accumulated in the previous life...

The fingers stopped turning, and Chun Cheng took the pen and wrote three words on the paper: Yunhua Mountain.

Xiuxiu said that she saved her in Yunhua Mountain, Yunhua Mountain, when she was 13 years old...

13 years old is the first year of her study tour. She relies on her good body and good skills, and she does not pay attention to the hardships of the world. She is two years older than Xiuxiu. When Xiuxiu met her, she should be 11 years old. Young girl...

Yunhua Mountain, Yunhua Mountain...

Wen Ting, who was standing on the podium teaching, suddenly said: "Chun Cheng, answer this question."

The gentle and kind-hearted female teacher rarely had a hint of anger in her eyes. Chun Cheng put down the pen, raised his glasses, and smiled at Wen Ting apologetically, before turning his eyes to the blackboard.

The non-sluggish and impeccable answer attracted the students to whisper in admiration. Wen Ting coughed to hide the uncomfortable embarrassment in his eyes: "Okay, sit down."

She stopped looking at that gentle and handsome 'boy', and the students dispersed quickly after a class ended.

Chun, who was dressed in a school uniform, refused the enthusiastic help of the students, and slowly packed the books with one hand.

A figure blocked the light.

"Teacher Wen?" Chun Cheng bowed his head at her politely.

Wen Ting stood beside her with the lesson plan in his arms, his eyes flickered, and he joked, "I can't make paper cranes in class anymore, is it boring?"

Naturally, this is about the last time he deserted and was caught.Chun Chengli was blunt and strong, his clear eyes showed no embarrassment: "It's not boring."

Wen Ting was annoyed by her: "You are good at telling nonsense with your eyes open."

Chun Cheng raised his eyebrows, wondering what the good teacher was going to do when he came over.

"I read the homework you handed in, and it's excellent."

"Don't dare to take credit, it's because the teacher taught well."

"Let me help you. With your progress, when will you be able to get out of this door?" Wen Ting could not help arranging the books for her, not guarding against a piece of paper falling from the middle of the book. The picture was a beautiful woman in an ancient costume and skirt .

"This..." Wen Ting leaned over to pick up the page: "This... is the picture of Zhixiu?"

Chun Cheng pointed at the cat ears on the medicine jar: "Yes."

"Back to you."

She quickly reached out to take it, and after confirming that the painting was not stained with dust, she finally relaxed her eyebrows and eyes.Wen Ting carefully observed her expression, put the packed schoolbag on the desk, and said: "Heal your wounds well, don't waste your talent."

"Students take note."

Wen Ting saw her well-behaved appearance, and smiled knowingly: "Let's go."

After the morning class, Chun Cheng deliberately went to the study room, but couldn't find the reply letter from 7773's pen pal, so he returned to the dormitory a little depressed.

Before the door was opened, student Yang from the next door rushed over excitedly: "Student Chun, you hurt your hand and everything is inconvenient. Don't be polite if you can get me!"

"Student Yang's kindness is appreciated." Chun Cheng raised his left hand towards him: "My hand is flexible. But when I need help from Student Yang, I won't be polite."

"That's good!" Yang Zheng was eager to say a few more words to her, thinking hard: "Does Chun need me to run errands in the study? How is your pen pal going?"

Chun Cheng's eyes dimmed slightly: "The 7773 pen pal is probably busy, and I haven't received a reply from her in the past two days."

"Really? That's a pity."

"Student Yang, is there anything else?"

Yang Zheng waved his hand embarrassingly: "No, no, student Chun is busy, so I'll go back first."

The door of the next bedroom was closed quickly, Chun Cheng didn't take this matter to heart, stepped into the door, thinking that the pen pal with whom she had a good conversation never received a reply, but she was a little anxious.

7773 There has been no news from my pen pal, did something happen to me?

The schoolbag is hung on a wooden frame, the luxurious single bedroom in 301 feels like home, the only difference from the previous few days... Chun Chengyang raised the corners of his lips, and it was still radiant when he said it.

The wealthy Zhou family recently donated a teaching building in Jingteng. This matter was published in the newspaper.

In addition to donating the teaching building, the Zhou family installed free telephones for the excellent dormitories this time. Among the freshmen, the girls' side is the dormitory 308 of the Department of Medicine, and the boys' side is naturally the dormitory 301.

Ranked according to the comprehensive results, Chun is far ahead alone.It has to be said that Zhou Wan's birthday gift really went to her heart.

Telephones are also installed in the east and west yards of the house.Chun Cheng considered whether to call the East Court.

After a while, her smile deepened, she unbuttoned her school uniform, threw the clothes on the bed, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Since it was a surprise from others, let Xiuxiu reveal it herself.

Coming out of the bathroom refreshingly, there was a knock on the door of the dormitory, and Yang's voice sounded in the corridor: "Chun, do you want to have lunch together later?"

The door is opened.Chun Cheng was wearing a smoky blue robe, his hair was not completely dry, and a few strands of hair were messy and curled up. He was weak and handsome, and Yang Zheng took two steps back: "I...I was just worried that it would be inconvenient for classmate Chun to cook alone."

"Why are you so timid?" Chun Cheng was in a good mood, and couldn't help teasing, her eyes rolled slightly: Fortunately, Yang Zheng is a real boy, as coquettish as a little girl.

"Please wait a moment."

"Don't rush, don't worry, Chun will clean up slowly!"