Lou Chengling Li Teenage Dream

12

"Aunt Chen, don't make the lunch too greasy, remember to taste a little sweeter and cook more vegetables." Once home, Minglou took off his coat and told Aunt Chen.

Ling Yuan explained that Ah Cheng can't eat too much meat.

Minglou walked two steps, then turned around and added, "And in the evening, we don't have to prepare meals for us, we have to go out to eat."

Aunt Chen nodded and went to the kitchen, Ming Lou said to Ah Cheng, "Come with me."

Ah Cheng looked up at him, followed his footsteps through the living room, and came to a room on the west side of the house. Ming Lou took out the key, opened the door, and made a gesture of invitation. Ah Cheng stepped into the room carefully——

What catches the eye is the exquisite bookshelf. The bookshelf is divided into two parts. The hardcover books and the books of the Republic of China are arranged according to categories.

A zhang-long red sandalwood desk in front of the bookshelf is also divided into two sides: the left half is simple and clean, with a few books, a few sheets of paper, and a few pens.The other half is covered with a calligraphy and painting felt. In front of the felt is an inkstone. On the edge of the inkstone is a big red rosewood brush hanging. There is no pen on the hanger. The pens are all soaked in a glaze brush wash in a pair of Qingguan kilns next to it. I saw an unfinished fine brushwork and heavy color picture of fish playing in Fangchi and beautiful lotus on a piece of Jinshuxuan.

Ah Cheng was fascinated by everything in front of him, as if he had stepped into a rabbit hole and came to a different wonderland.

There were no books in the previous house, but Ling Yuan's study had a lot of books, but there is no such thing as Young Master Ming's rich collection of books.

He almost stopped in his tracks, watching all this in fascination.Minglou quietly waited aside, without urging or making a sound, and when those big beautiful eyes looked at him again, Minglou said: "Go, flip through those books, and use those pens."

But the little guy who got the order didn't move, he was a little timid and a little inferior.Minglou stepped forward and bent down to hold Ah Cheng's little hand, the fingers were not warm, but the palm was sweaty.

Ah Cheng followed his footsteps and moved forward, Minglou took down a hardcover book from the shelf and put it in Ah Cheng's hands.

Ah Cheng looked down, the book was carefully wrapped in a cover, and there were four large characters on it, which looked like they were handwritten. Ah Cheng couldn't understand, so he looked up at Minglou.

Minglou told him: "Enlightenment of the Rhythm."

Ah Cheng nodded, but Minglou said it slowly one by one: "Sound, Law, Enlightenment, Enlightenment."

Ah Cheng looked down at the four big handwritten characters, pointed with his finger, and followed Ming Lou to repeat slowly: "Sound, law, enlightenment... Meng."

He had been slurring his speech, apparently no one had had the patience to teach him the pronunciation of every word.

Minglou took him to the desk and sat down, again slowly, word by word, with exaggerated and clear mouth shapes.Ah Cheng also carefully observed his mouth shape and repeated after him, but after two or three times, he said these four words clearly and accurately.

Minglou smiled and patted his head, and said, "Open it and have a look."

Ah Cheng stretched out his little hand obediently, and first opened his palm to look for himself. The little hand was clean and there was nothing there, but he was still worried and wanted to wipe it on his clothes secretly, but Minglou quickly caught his little hand and twitched. gave him a piece of paper.

Ah Cheng wiped his hands again with paper, then held his breath, and carefully opened the "Enlightenment of the Rhythm".

After opening the book, I realized that this book is completely a handwritten book, and the strong and neat pen characters are presented on the paper correctly.And above the square Chinese characters, there is a row of initials and finals with tones.

Although Ah Cheng couldn't read it, he still read it word by word seriously, and then pointed to the few words he knew on this side, and slowly read it to Minglou: "Rain, insect, three, sky ,one."

As before, after hearing Ah Cheng finish reading, Minglou repeated a few words that he couldn't read clearly: "Cong, three."

After Ah Cheng followed him and repeated these two words clearly, Ming Lou said: "This book was copied to me by my father."

Ah Cheng blinked, waiting for him to continue.

Minglou pointed to a set of letter sleeves on the bookshelf and said, "The original version was a thread-bound book. I was younger than you at that time. My father specially copied it for me to make it easier for me to read and to add Chinese pinyin. "

"Father..." Ah Cheng murmured.

Ming Lou reached out to pick up the pen on the table in front of him, unscrewed the cap, and wrote these two words on the paper: Father.

Ah Cheng leaned forward to watch Minglou write, refusing to let go of every single stroke, taking a panoramic view of all his movements.

After Ming Lou finished writing, he put down the pen, took out a pencil from the drawer, handed it to Ah Cheng, stood up and went around behind him, bent down and taught him to hold the pen.

Then I held his hand and re-wrote on the paper: Father.

Ah Cheng was almost obsessed with staring at the two crooked typefaces on the paper for a long, long time, then he held the pen himself, struggling, and put his hands away, staring at the way Minglou wrote, writing over and over again, father.

When he was finally able to write these two characters crookedly but fluently, Ming Lou picked up the pen again and wrote two characters.

Then, he turned Ah Cheng to face himself, and said to him: "Remember these two words, he is very important to you, remember it," he looked at those big eyes that had been shining with goodwill and trust , and continued: "Ling Yuan."

After get off work, Ling Yuan obeyed Ming Jing's arrangement and went to the restaurant she said was hosting the dinner for Director Li tonight, and confirmed the reserved box number with the waiter.

He was the only one who hadn't come yet. He checked the time and was so bored in the box that he simply stood at the door and waited for everyone to arrive.

The autumn wind always blows people very comfortably. I was a little dizzy just now, but after taking a few breaths of fresh air, my mind became clearer.The environment of this restaurant is not bad. It is a Jiangsu-Zhejiang restaurant with the style of the Republic of China. It is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle.Although it is not yet late autumn, the leaves have already begun to fall, and the thick, light and sparse have a special flavor.

It's not yet the pick-up point, the restaurant is very sparsely populated, Ling Yuan is listening to the finale of Xia Chong's finale, slowly swaying along the corridor, and when he turns a corner, he realizes that he is not the last guest before the sunset in this wisteria——

It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, sitting cross-legged, leaning against a pillar, and sitting on the ground.

He was wearing a black and white school uniform, a white T-shirt with a round neck, and two earphones in his ears. He lowered his head, and his soft and thin bangs covered his eyes.

The west-slanting sunset slowly sank behind the young man, and the last few rays of light seemed to be all shining into Ling Yuan's eyes. The young man was against the light, and Ling Yuan struggled to see, his steps became slower and slower, and finally he stopped altogether. He got down, leaned against the pillar on the right and looked carefully.

The wind passes through the corridor, blows past the boy, and then passes Ling Yuan.With a little smell of soil and plants, the shattered hair next to the boy's ear was slightly itchy. He stretched out his hand to scratch his face, and Ling Yuan felt that his own face was also itchy.

As if standing for a sunset, or only for a gust of wind, behind the boy and in front of him, a female voice accompanied by high-heeled shoes "da da" suddenly sounded: "Ling Yuan? What are you doing standing there? Have Ming Lou and the others arrived?" Ming Jing asked as he walked towards him.

Hearing Ming Jing's voice, Ling Yuan came back to his senses. Just as he was about to go up to Ming Jing, he saw the motionless young man suddenly take off his earphones and look up at him, but unfortunately the sun dazzled him so much that he couldn't see it. clear.

Then, the boy stood up nimbly, patted the ashes on his body, took a step, and turned around.

"Sister Mingjing~"

Ling Yuan was curious: Do you know Der Spiegel?

Chairman Ming, who was called, was taken aback when he saw the young man who turned to face her, and then called out to him in surprise: "Xunran? Oh my god, they are so tall. Come on, come on, let my sister have a look."

Ming Jing walked towards the young man affectionately, Ling Yuan looked at the white nape of the young man's thin hair, and silently said the name: Xun Ran.