singer

The author has something to say: I imagine Ye Jin's singing voice to be similar to that of Lun Sangda's "The World Slows Down".You can listen to this song, Lun Sang’s version is super nice (～￣▽￣)～

I don't know what Fengyou said to the old bustard, and then he stayed with him.

Probably because of Feng You, even his own room was changed to one of the best rooms in the building. The terrain is spacious, the height is moderate, the feng shui is excellent, and the location is excellent.Even after that, my mother never asked him to go out to sing for him. Except for the meals delivered on time every day, no one came to find fault or gossip.

He lived here quietly, like a distinguished guest living here.

Ye Jin didn't ask any more questions, and quickly accepted this kind of life.

On the first day Feng You lived in, he prescribed several prescriptions for Ye Jin to make medicinal baths.

Every day, Ye Jin just watched him wave his hand, and a large pile of medicinal herbs appeared on the bed.He didn't know the medicinal materials in it, let alone how to use them. It was Fengyou who taught him bit by bit, taught him to classify them, taught him to mix and split them, and asked him to prepare the medicinal materials for his medicinal bath every day. The medicated bath is not adorned.

One day, Ye Jin was curious and asked Feng You to write down the medicinal bath prescription for him.Feng You just glanced at him with a smile, then picked up a pen and scribbled down the name of the medicine on the paper for him.

Ye Jin stood beside Fengyou and looked at the handwriting he wrote, subconsciously squeezed the corner of her sleeve, her eyes involuntarily showed envy and longing.

He grew up in a poor family, had never read a book, and did not know much words, and it was only a few years after he sold himself to the King that he had the opportunity to practice calligraphy.After he repeatedly begged his mother, and voluntarily paid a lot of money, his mother allowed him to quietly hide in a small corner and listen in when the girls and young masters who were mainly cultivated in the building were reading and practicing.Without Mr.'s earnest advice, relying on him alone to explore and study, the effect is naturally not very good.After studying for a year, I only learned some commonly used characters, not to mention writing skills and so on.

Ye Jin has always been envious of those who have poems and books.Although some people laughed and said that they are all sour literati and poor talents, Ye Jin thought that no matter how poor those literate literati are, they always have skills. Even if they can't be officials, they can still be teachers. Respected sir.What's more, people who have read books, among other things, always have a much higher vision than others.

Although he really likes to sing, he is always cheap to sell it to others. Once upon a time, he also had a dream. In the dream, he was not born like this. He was born in a scholarly family, and he also became a person who read articles and learned.

The feeling in the dream was so real, but as soon as he woke up, he was knocked back to reality in an instant.

"Want to learn?"

Ye Jin looked at Fengyou and hesitated for a while, then nodded, her tone concealed desire and determination: "I want to learn."

Hearing this, Feng You's eyes were slightly bent, like a wave of spring water swaying in it: "Okay, I'll teach you. But sir, students always have to practice hard work, what can you give me in return?"

"I......"

"How about this, you sing to me and I teach you how to write?"

Ye Jin sang without being in front of people for a long time, she was a little embarrassed at the beginning, then she gradually let go of her voice under Fengyou's smiling gaze, and sang lightly with her original voice, the singing was light and smooth, like a gurgling stream, with a hint of tinge in it Hoarse, like a stone falling into a lake, the falling stone touches the center of the lake.

Feng You sat beside him gracefully, looking at Ye Pannym who was singing softly with his head propped up, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

After a song was over, Fengyou didn't make a sound for a long time.

Ye Jin looked at Fengyou puzzledly, but saw him smiling and looking at her, shaking the pen in his hand: "Come on, pick up another piece of paper and write a few words for me."

He shook his head hurriedly, with a bit of shyness in his expression: "I won't."

"It's okay." Fengyou stuffed the pen in his hand to him, "You write a few words at will, let me see what level you are, so that I can also know where to teach you."

Violet looked a little hesitant: "Are you... really willing to teach me?"

"Of course." On that side, Fengyou laid out a new piece of paper for him.

Seeing Fengyou's pretty side face, Ye Jin closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and walked over to pick up a pen to write.

But I heard Feng You's voice from beside me: "How about this, let me tell, and you write."

Ye Jin glanced at him sideways, saw that he was smiling slowly, and nodded accordingly.

"Linglong dice and red beans."

Ye Jin took a pen and wrote on the paper. Before Feng You could read the next sentence, he stopped writing, looked at Feng You beside him hesitantly, and said in a disturbed tone, "Linglong Dice, I don't know the word 'Dice'." Write."

Fengyou laughed, walked behind Ye Jin and hugged Ye Jin, corrected his posture for holding the pen, then held his hand, and wrote down the poem word by word on the paper.The words and sentences written on the paper are not as sharp as the previous prescriptions, and the arc of the pen is a little softer.

When Ye Jin saw that he had finished writing this line, she stopped writing. After a moment of delay, she asked him strangely: "Aren't there usually two lines in a poem? What's the next line in this line?"

Feng You smiled softly in his ear and said, "No more, there is only this line in this poem."

"Oh......"

Said it was finished, but Fengyou still held Ye Jin's hand, with a little smile in his eyes: "This is finished, I will teach you to write other things. Come on, follow me and hold the pen carefully."

"Your finger is not held properly, this is the right way..."

"By the way, this is the right way to hold a pen...Let me teach you how to write one..."

"That's not the case...Here the pen is heavy, but here it should be handled lightly..."

"Not bad, this word is written very well... I will write it like this in the future..."

Ye Jin didn't notice it from the beginning to the end, unknowingly, he and Fengyou were getting closer and closer, his back just pressed against Fengyou's warm chest, the gap between their bodies was so close Fits perfectly.

Looking at it from a distance, it seemed that Fengyou was holding him in his arms from behind.

Intimacy, ear-to-eye contact.

For a period of time after that, Ye Jin had great enthusiasm for reading and practicing calligraphy, holding the books Feng You found for him every day without stopping.Sometimes Fengyou felt that he had lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot.

However, when he met Shang Yejin's yearning eyes, he threw aside the unexpectedness hidden in his heart.Sometimes just looking at Ye Jin's eyes makes him feel a little heartache.

"Fengyou, what do you mean by this word?"

The window in the room was open, and the spring peach blossoms would occasionally blow in from outside, while Ye Pan held a book and leaned on the pillow by the window to read.When he saw something he didn't understand, he raised his head and asked him with a smile.

Fengyou never let Yejin wear a face scarf in front of him, at first Yejin was a little uncomfortable, even if Fengyou lived here for a winter, he never let Fengyou see his face.But later he saw that when Fengyou looked at his face, he looked at him like an ordinary person, so he gradually got used to it.

He began to involuntarily show more expressions in front of Fengyou, joyful, angry, and so on.He couldn't see how ugly his face was when he made an expression, and he didn't know how terrible he was when he smiled. Fengyou's usual gaze always made him forget how ugly his face was.

Sometimes he would think of his face. At that time, his relationship with Fengyou was already very good. He just hesitated for a moment, and then asked the question: "You really don't like me when you look at my face. Are you scared?"

Seeing Fengyou return him with a smile of 'are you stupid?': "Afraid? Why are you afraid? Have you forgotten who I am?"

"This king is the lord of the underworld, the king of the underworld. There are hundreds of thousands of evil spirits in hell, with hideous faces and broken limbs. This king has never been afraid. You just want to make me afraid of you just because of your face?"

Feng You looked very serious in front of him, and when he said the last two sentences, he was already lying on Ye Jin's shoulders, and stretched his hands under Ye Jin's armpit to tickle him, making Ye Jin laugh so hard that he couldn't breathe, and shouted Don't dare. Don't dare.

In fact, Violet knew it.

He has lived to be 21 years old so far, but since Fengyou appeared in his life, he really felt what it was like to live like a normal person.

The time spent with Fengyou was the happiest time in his life.

As if stolen.