Chiaki Snow

I followed Chenyuan all the way, floating and floating to his residence.

This is the first time I have come to Chenyuan's house, and I couldn't help looking around and looking around.

Really... crude.

After all, he is also a fourth-rank official now, and his house is empty, what does it look like.

I was busy sighing, so I couldn't help but slow down, seeing Chen Yuan close the door, the door slammed towards my face.

I felt bad and quickly closed my eyes, but...

I just went through it.

I thought that Chen Yuan would go to bed immediately when he got home, but after he lit the lamp, I realized that he actually came to the study.

I said to myself, look at him, he is indeed a first-class gentleman, ordinary people drink too much and go crazy, Chen Yuan drinks too much and comes to study.

People are more mad than people.

I saw the layout of his study clearly, but I didn't know what to say.

Before Chang Ning moved to a new mansion, I decided to be the first person to visit the study room, but Chang Ning couldn't resist me, so he had to take me in.

Even an ignorant person like me couldn't help feeling respectful when we saw Chang Ning's study.

Mahogany desk, sapphire paperweight, frozen stone inkstone, next to the desk is complete with brushes, books, bamboo slips, gold and stones, and Changning stands in it.

Thinking about my own study room, under the cover of "The Analects of Confucius" is clearly a copy of "The Legend of Yingying", and "Legends of Ancient and Modern" hidden under the "Book of Changes"...

From now on, if I invite Changning to my house again, I will definitely not allow him to enter the study.

Chen Yuan is different from the two of us. I didn't expect much from his study after seeing his simple mansion, but I was still disappointed when I saw it so clean and tidy that it was almost empty.

Like the "straight as a snow cave" written in the storybook I was obsessed with reading a while ago.

It's a pity to say that when I died, the storybook hadn't been finished yet, and now, there is no end in sight.

With the time for me to scrutinize and criticize my heart, Chen Yuan has already polished his ink, and is sitting in front of the desk, brushing like flying.

I was also curious, so I floated over to have a look.

I have seen Chen Yuan's handwriting before, it is always square and upright, with strict laws and iron bones inside.

This time he seemed to be really drunk, the paper was full of flying dragons and phoenixes, and the words and expressions were so chic, it seemed that he was about to tear out of the paper.

Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh, if he usually writes like this, the antique shops in the city will hang up his calligraphy.

Watching him write and write, he repeatedly wrote the song "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin.

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one column thinks about Huanian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of a butterfly, and Wang Dichun cares for the cuckoo.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

Can this feeling be turned into a memory?It was just at a loss. "

I feel sorry for myself, sometimes I feel sorry for myself, and sometimes I feel sorry for Chen Yuan.

But what?

"This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss."

Whether it's Chen Yuan or me, they are all infatuated. Until the end of the song, they know that they are the only one who can't see through it.

But who is Chen Yuan writing this poem for?

A terrible idea came to my mind, I was about to go to see Chen Yuan, but I saw him lying on the desk, actually fell asleep.