dragon pen

The story of the little maid is not over yet.

She glanced at Zhang Ziyao and the scroll hanging on his waist, paused and continued—

Suddenly one day later, I can't remember when it started, Zihu found that the bird that was always by his side disappeared, without even a formal farewell, they were still together yesterday, and it suddenly disappeared.

At the beginning, Zihu also looked for it, and walked all over the streets and alleys in every forest, calling "Reunion" and "Reunion" in her cool and pleasant voice. There are countless birds in the mountains and forests, but none of them is her reunion.

Everyone in the troupe knew that the little bird in Zihu was gone. Some felt sorry for her, while others laughed at her. A beast is a beast. No matter how nice you are to it, it is just a white-eyed wolf. Get better, if you say it’s gone, it’s gone, even if you don’t leave now, you will definitely fly away in the future when spring begins...

Zihu heard all these words in her ears, she did not refute or defend, but became more and more silent.

Then it was Chinese New Year.

Around the day of the first day of junior high school, people from the theater troupe knocked on the door of Zihu's room. Zihu opened the door and was about to send these people away, but found the smiling troupe master standing outside the door, standing behind him. There is a chubby eleven or twelve-year-old girl who is less than waist height. She wears two small croissant braids, and the green hairband is bright and special in color. I don’t know if it’s too cold outside or something. Dudu's face was bright red.

It was snowing outside, and the snow fell on her shoulders and hair. When the wind blew by, her hair was blown a little messy. I don't know who was excited to practice calligraphy in the study, and Zihu smelled a faint smell. After enjoying the fragrance of ink, he suddenly saw that little girl narrowed her eyes for some reason, then opened her eyes again, and gave her a quick glance full of apprehension.

It was this glance that stopped Zihu who was about to close the door. She stood behind the threshold and looked at the little girl standing outside the door coldly. After a while, her eyes stayed on her face. Suddenly asked without beginning or end: "What's your name?"

"Slave... The name of this slave is Tuanyuan."

"...Reunion, what a good name." Zihu leaned against the door with a smile, then raised his eyelids to look at the class leader, "Don't you just teach her to say this just to please me?"

Everyone here knew the name of her bird that flew to nowhere.

The class leader shook his head repeatedly, but before he could complain, Zihu suddenly called out "Reunion", and the little girl who was standing shyly behind the class leader immediately raised her head: "Here!"

Zihu was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his eyes that were a little cold before finally softened: "Is it really called 'Reunion'?"

"?"

The little girl looked at her suspiciously.

However, a smile really appeared on Zihu's seldom emotional face this time, she opened the door a little, to make a gap for children to come in and out, and lazily said: "I have accepted this child." .”

The class leader let out a long breath—Zihu never wanted a special little maid to serve him, so he had to borrow someone from other singers every time, and the backyard was almost on fire when he came down a few times... So it was hard for him to be served by him. Let go of the hope!

The class leader didn't even have time to care about the door that was closed in front of his nose. He stood at the door for a long time, and finally couldn't help lying on the door to eavesdrop. He could only hear vaguely from the door. ground dialogue.

"Your name is Tuanyuan, what's your last name?"

"Those who don't have a surname, girl, those who give names to slaves don't give names."

"...I got it." Zihu's voice was calm as usual, "Then from today onwards, you will take my surname, my surname is Su, and you will be called 'Su Tuanyuan'."

Su reunion.

The little maid repeated her new name over and over again, her red eyes were bright and black, full of joy.

What Zihu accidentally thought of was the little bird that just learned to fly. When she called its name, it would happily flap its wings and fly to her shoulder, making melodious calls, and using its beak intimately. To touch her earlobes, and the occasional jewelry on her ears.

Zihu's reunion is back.

Without the little bird, there was an unremarkable, a little fat little girl by her side. She lowered her head everywhere she went, as if she was timid and timid, and her voice was also low. Sometimes, she will be different from usual, and she will look like she is really happy to be called.

taciturn.

Be loyal.

Do things cleanly, never shirk or question.

Such a perfect servant, on the contrary, made other divas who had long been there, or even served by more than one person, envious or jealous.

Although including Zihu, no one would know that Su Tuanyuan is Tuanyuan, and Tuanyuan is Su Tuanyuan.

The little girl in front of her was the kingfisher that escaped from the picture scroll, so when she first met Zihu, she told Zihu that her name was "Tuanyuan", but to outsiders, she directly said that the name was given by Zihu.

It was indeed given by Zihu.

After being forcibly sealed into the painting by Zhang Ziyao's brother, this bird, which has been with humans since childhood, understood the principles of the painting with high comprehension, knew all the rules in the painting, and simply transformed into a human being. Find the right time to appear in front of the class leader, and finally come to Zihu smoothly.

Although there was some weird ink smell on her body this time, she didn't feel any difference.

……

"It's probably not an exaggeration to say that I'm happier." Su Tuanyuan narrowed her eyes slightly, she spread her hands, lightly clenched her fists and said, "Now I can do more things for the girl, which is very good."

After Su Tuanyuan finished speaking, Zhang Ziyao stood behind the little girl, immersed in the story she slowly told, and was speechless for a while, no one spoke for a long time.

Until praise and applause came from the guest seats not far away, Zhang Ziyao looked up and saw the birds in the sky flying away with Zihu leaving the field, disappearing in groups behind the moonlight halo clouds...

Zhang Ziyao looked moved.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a smack of tongue from the picture scroll hanging on his waist, and said in a leisurely voice, "The story is always beautiful, but you bird don't want to trick this little idiot Dream Painter to win sympathy." How could such a small bird have such great strength to break free from the hand of the dream painter, touch the dragon, rush out of the scroll, and take the shape of a human to come and go among mortals?"

Su Tuanyuan just smiled slightly when she heard this, stood up, and bowed slightly: "Master, in fact, there is nothing in the world that cannot be accomplished even if you risk your life. Complete awareness."

After saying that, before Zhu Jiuyin could speak again, she respectfully blessed Zhang Ziyao, then turned around and walked out of the corridor in a hurry.Zhang Ziyao asked what she was going to do in a hurry. It turned out that she just walked up to Zihu, and then stood on tiptoe to put a cloak over her shoulders.It turned out that because the celestial feather coat looked extremely flimsy, and the autumn night was cool, the little bird was afraid that her master would catch a cold from the evil wind.

"Instead, he regards the diva's trivial matters as his top priority." Zhu Jiu said coolly.

Zhang Ziyao looked at the two masters and servants not far away who were seated at the banquet. Su Tuanyuan's eyes never left Zihu for a moment. His cautious and admiring look gave him mixed feelings, and he wondered if Emengjiang was really a real person. A very hateful character--one person and one bird are living a good life, but they want to disturb him, what kind of sin is he doing.

Zhang Ziyao then returned to the table. Hearing that everyone at the table was full of praise for Zihu, they all felt why they had never noticed the beauty and excellent singing skills of this singer before... Hearing these comments, I wanted to support Zihu. Zhang Ziyao was supposed to be happy in his heart, but he had no joy or sorrow on his face, and became more and more silent, just burying his head in drinking the stuffy wine until the banquet was over.

After the banquet was over, the cool breeze blew all the way back to his small courtyard, and the wine was blown up. When Zhang Ziyao returned to the hut, he closed the door a little loudly, and then he heard the man at his waist say: "That little bird is talking nonsense, you little one!" Why do idiots believe it, but it makes me unhappy."

"I'm not unhappy."

"You have."

"No."

"Have."

"No……"

"I have what I say, so don't talk nonsense." Zhu Jiuyin said arrogantly, "Hang me up, and hang it higher."

Zhang Ziyao couldn't understand what he said, but he obediently obeyed without saying much.When the picture scroll was hung to a slightly higher place, the picture scroll unfolded, and the handsome man inside shook his black embroidered robe, lowered his eyes condescendingly to glance at the black-haired boy standing outside the picture looking up at him, and cleared his throat.

Zhang Ziyao: "What are you doing?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "Educate you."

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin: "You're so easy to cheat that you won't live to be 20 years old."

Zhang Ziyao snorted: "Thank you for your blessing."

Zhu Jiuyin: "Really, don't even think about it, how could that little Fat Chirp risk her life for the sake of a human being to be with her? There must be other mysteries in it, she knows your identity as a dream painter, Afraid of being caught by you, I deliberately found a ridiculous reason to lie to you, and you, a fool, will believe it."

"You give people nicknames casually." Zhang Ziyao said.

"You don't care about it." Zhu Jiuyin crossed his legs, "Are you listening to me? Who can you show your face when you cry all night? You dream painters are indeed wicked personalities passed down from your ancestors, but..."

"Speak well, don't bring along our patriarch to scold you if you don't agree with each other."

"Zhang Ziyao, I always thought you had no sense of family honor."

"Tonight is especially special."

"How did that little fat jiu impress you?" Zhu Jiuyin looked helpless, "Compared to her, it is obviously more pitiful for me to have been imprisoned for hundreds of years. When did you give me a good face?...Look at you Look, it's this kind of disgusting face, I deserve to be locked up in the painting, not as good as a bird!"

There was an inexplicable sour smell in the air.

Zhang Ziyao thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Jiujiu, if one day I ask you for your real body dragon scale just to make a high-grade magic weapon, would you be willing to give it?"

"No."

without hesitation.

By the way, the sneering eyes of "Are you crazy", "Idiot's dream" and "Wake up for me" are included.

"Touching the dragon's reverse scale will cause Longyan to be furious, let alone pulling out the scale, do you know how painful it is, you little fool?" Zhu Jiuyin said.

"Yeah, it hurts a lot, like a bird plucking bloody feathers from its own body," Zhang Ziyao said slowly, "Jiujiu, I met Su Tuanyuan that night. Which girl was wronged and hid in the courtyard crying late at night. It turned out to be her. She hid and plucked feathers from her body every night just to make a green feather crown for Zihu... Such a small child must not be able to bear it. In pain, I began to cry softly."

Zhu Jiuyin didn't speak, she looked a little surprised, she seemed a little unbelievable that there is such a stupid bird in this world that plucks feathers from her body alive?

"Su Tuanyuan said that there is nothing in the world that can't be done even if you risk your life, whether it's a small emerald feather crown, or turning into a human form and leaving the dream painter's scroll to come to the world," Zhang Ziyao stretched out his hand , sighed and lightly brushed across the scroll, "Jiujiu, if you had this awareness, you would have left the scroll long ago."

"You mean that my enlightenment is not as high as a fat chirp."

"...Neither."

"That's mocking me for being too timid to try."

"...Really not."

"I'm telling you, it's not that I'm timid and dare not try to break through the shackles. It's just that I long for stability after getting older, and I'm not so active in trying new things."

"Oh."

"This is the performance of a mature man."

"Ok."

"You'll understand when you grow up."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"..."

The author has something to say: restore the dialogue——

Zhang Ziyao: Jiujiu, if one day I ask you for your real dragon scale...

Zhu Jiuyin: No.

Zhang Ziyao: ...

Zhu Jiuyin: Because I am afraid of pain, there is no other reason.