"Ada, Ahda!" A crisp voice sounded, Qingfeng lazily opened his eyes, and he knew that the one who called him "Ada" without looking was only his childhood sweetheart Wuyue.

Holding the grass stalk in his mouth, he shrunk his waist down again, and leaned himself on the tree trunk in a comfortable position.

"Teacher Yamaguchi will be angry if we don't go any further!" Wuyue's angry threat came up again, Qingfeng glanced from top to bottom, only a round head could be seen below.

He turned his head and spit out the grass stalk in his mouth, and as expected, he heard the voice of the round head: "Ada! Why are you still so sloppy! Spit down casually!"

"It's just a straw, you girls are so troublesome." Qingfeng curled his lips, squatted on the trunk of the tree with a little help from his hands, and jumped off the tree as tall as a person with a kick of his hind feet.

"Ahh!" His bold action made Wuyue scream again, stomping her feet in resentment and rushing over, "You really don't want your life! How dare you jump off such a high place indiscriminately!"

"It's not very tall, only you..." Qingfeng retorted, and Wuyue stared at him with round eyes like a young pigeon, "So what if it's just me? Could it be that you jumped off and broke your leg, and they still want to accept a crippled warrior?" ?”

Knowing that he can never win with his mouth, Qingfeng obediently shut his mouth, and followed Wuyue towards the private school.

It is said to be a private school, but it is just an old hut set aside in the village, which can barely shelter from the wind and rain.

Yamaguchi who teaches is not an official teacher. In the final analysis, it is to let those idle village children know a few words, find something to do, and save them from being mischievous everywhere.

Aomine didn't like Yamaguchi, and he didn't like to hear him explain those haiku tanka. In his opinion, those so-called delicate puns and rich meanings were really the sentences that only poor and boring people would make.

As long as the words are understood by those who want to hear them, right?Qingfeng yawned, Wuyue watched him return to the private school to trace the copybooks, now there are only four or five people staying there to listen to the lecture.

The breeze with the smell of moist soil blew by, because it was late spring, and there was another heavy rain, the wind was still slightly cool.

Facing the spring breeze, Qingfeng raised his chin slightly, and cast his gaze out of the lattice window.

On the ridge not far away, there are wild flowers and weeds of various colors. Qingfeng only recognizes one of the white flowers. The flower stem is slender, holding a fist-sized flower. When you look closely, you find that the big flower is composed of dozens of hundreds of small petals.

With the rain and dew, the inconspicuous little flowers under the white flowers also show a different kind of cuteness in the sun, and the wind blows the grass leaves, revealing the blue of the dots.

Blue... Qingfeng closed his eyes, his back-length hair was attached obediently to the white singlet, with faint traces of water revealing the apricot-yellow underwear underneath.

It rained so much yesterday, I don't know if I will catch a cold.After kneeling for so long, the knees are probably the first to be unbearable, right?Qingfeng thought wildly, and gradually fell asleep.

Yamaguchi's slightly hoarse and rough voice rang out in the haze mixed with the spring breeze.

"The grass grows wild,

It's cold and snowy,

I have to come to Yi in spring. "

Qingfeng slowly climbed along the roof to the other side of the toon tree, and jumped lightly.

This is the remote backyard of the house. Qingfeng leaned on the wall and watched secretly for a few days, making sure that no one would come over on weekdays, so he sneaked in boldly.

The person who knelt in the rain before probably made a mistake. Each big family has its own rules, and punishment for kneeling is light.It's just that it's raining so much, and he's wearing thin clothes. Thinking of his straight back, Qingfeng felt that the punishment was severe.

Qingfeng didn't know the identity of that person, so finding it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.He hid in the bushes and watched for a while, the attendants on the promenade came and went, the long hair was knotted from the back, and the sideburns were carefully gathered on both sides of the cheeks, looking very neat and clean, but not the aqua blue he was looking for color.

His identity must be much higher than what I imagined, and it's not easy to find him from room to room.Qingfeng was rather frustrated, and hurried back before the sun went down, otherwise Wuyue would definitely be rambunctious for a long time.

He sneaked back to the backyard and saw the rockery again. A large piece of dark green moss was attached to the shaded side, and the water in the sunken cave had dried up, leaving only pale green water marks .

Suddenly, Qingfeng felt that it was time to go and have a look——

He turned around to the back, and there was a natural stone hole in the rockery and chest, and a small piece of blue fabric happened to be exposed.

The thing was still a bit heavy, Qingfeng reached out and took it out, it was soft, and it still felt warm in the palm of his hand.

—he left it to me!Qingfeng thought so positively, he looked around, there were only flowers and trees in the small courtyard, and there were no other people at all.

Maybe it happened just now.Although I didn't see it, but I found something good, Qingfeng stuffed the small bag into his arms, jumped up to the roof in twos and jumped off the toon tree branch.

This time, he jumped so hard that Qingfeng kept his hands on the ground so as not to fall to the ground, and the little bag in his arms almost rolled out.Qingfeng immediately wiped his hands on the clothes twice, and untied the cloth bag.

Slightly cool and fragrant, the white rice seems to have been soaked in vegetable juice, stained with a layer of light green.

Inside the cloth bag were two rice balls slightly smaller than Aomine's fist.

——The one living over there is Venerable Dezong of the Wu Qian family.Qingfeng inquired about the house intentionally or unintentionally, and there were many gossip about young masters and young ladies in the market place, and there was no lack of secrets about the big families in the capital.

The genre studied by Master Dezong belongs to the same line as the Hachikoji school favored by General Fujiwara, but the Hachikoji family insists on the matcha ceremony, while the master Dezong advocates Kanwa, and wants to combine the Sencha ceremony and the Matcha ceremony. parallel.

With different opinions and lack of protection from the Fujiwara family, Dezong simply separated a new school, brought his disciples and family members to this place far away from the capital, and devoted himself to the study of tea art.

"As expected of a big family from the capital, even if the servants go shopping on the street, they won't say a word to us!"

Although honorifics are used everywhere, it doesn't sound like awe, more like teasing.

To the people here, the Dezong family is just a down-and-out aristocrat who has lost power in the capital and happens to be hiding here.That indifferent attitude, apart from providing some gossip, has nothing to do with them.

Qingfeng spread out the light blue square scarf, and couldn't help feeling dazed again.

That day he hid the square towel that wrapped the rice ball, and the rice ball was shared with Wu Yueyi. The green vegetable juice tasted cool and bitter, and Wu Yue broke off a small piece and said no. Said that he wanted to try it again, and ate the rest.Both felt that the taste was unique, but they couldn't tell what it was made of.

He is probably also a child of a big family, right?Perhaps it was one of the disciples brought by Dezong.Qingfeng stroked the small cloth with his index finger, he didn't know weaving and dyeing, so he could feel that the material was very good.

"Ada—hey, what is this?" Wuyue bent down to pick it up, but Qingfeng stuffed the square scarf into his arms as soon as he grabbed it with his fingers.

"You're so stingy! You can't even just take a look!" Wuyue reached out to snatch it a few times, but was avoided by Qingfeng. From my girl?"

"Ha - what are you talking about! A gift from a friend!" Qingfeng was choked up, and replied in a vicious voice: "Which man would dare to accept you after you look like this!"

"You are so stingy, how can a girl marry you in the future!" Wu Yue also replied, "Oh, just take a look! The dye is so beautiful!"

"Half-eyed." Qingfeng snorted coldly, crossing his arms around his chest, "Aren't you going out to play today?"

Knowing that the other party's action meant rejection, Wuyue reluctantly looked away. After being reminded by Qingfeng, she also remembered the business, clasped her hands together and said, "Ada, come and do me a favor."

"Ok?"

"Aren't we going to release paper kites today..." Wu Yue whispered, "Xincai accidentally put paper kites into someone's yard..."

"Did you just fly things here?" Qingfeng looked up at the paper butterfly stuck on the twig tree, wondering what it was like.

"Please! Now that we're all here." Wu Yue blinked, pretending to be pitiful, "You also know that Xincai likes this one very much, and we wouldn't ask you to come if it was hung on another tree."

If the paper kite was hung in any other family, the girls would dare to knock on the door to pick it up, at most they would be verbally reprimanded, but this time it happened to fly to Master Dezong's tree.

The aristocrats who moved from the capital are indifferent to others in their actions, which is somewhat unkind.The girls hesitated for a long time, but they didn't dare to go up and knock on the door. Finally, Wuyue found Qingfeng who could climb trees.

Xincai hid behind Wuyue, tugging at her sleeves and crying.Qingfeng sighed, "I'll help you pick it off."

"Ah Da, you are so kind." Wu Yueyi clasped her hands together, "Then I will count on you!"

When the girls walked a little further away, Qingfeng took two steps back, kicked on the wall with his strength, and turned over the branch with both hands, and he was already squatting firmly on the tree.

——He has already done this set of movements very skillfully, because this is the backyard of the house.

The paper kite hangs barely on the top of the tree in the back. The branches are too thin for Qingfeng to climb over, so he can only stretch out his hand to reach it.

The wind made the leaves rustle, and the butterfly trembled from time to time, as if it was about to fall at any time.

It was still a few inches away, Qingfeng gritted his teeth, and slowly moved his knee forward, it was only a little bit short.

"Shua--" The leaves flipped up and down a few times, and the light butterflies flew down the treetops, and two white streaks crossed the corners of Qingfeng's eyes almost at the same time.

Someone is coming from the backyard!

Qingfeng quickly got down on the ground, and the butterfly floated in?How to pick it up?Did the man see himself?What would happen if someone from Dezong's family was called?

Those chaotic thoughts were only for a moment, Qingfeng stood up again, no matter what, at most he would give him a beating.

"I just want to pick that up..." Qingfeng slowly raised his head.

The man hung down to pick up the butterfly, and as he moved slowly, a large part of the undershirt with green light patterns printed on the bottom of the robe was exposed, and gradually disappeared under the white singlet.

With aqua blue hair draped behind his back, he held up the paper kite and looked at it for a while, then turned his head.

The hair on his forehead has not been cut off, and it hangs obediently on his eyebrows. Qingfeng usually scoffs at this hairstyle, thinking it is ugly, but it looks cute on this person.

He looked up at Qingfeng lying on the tree, as if realizing something, he slightly raised the paper kite and shook it at him.

"It's you."

Aomine held his breath——

His eyes are also beautiful blue.

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