Her Royal Highness The Princess From A Thousand Years Ago

As the weather got colder, Li Mingyue went to the balcony to visit the vegetable trough more frequently. Fortunately, Bincheng was already sunny enough to avoid the idea of ​​moving indoors.

Shen Yanbing was extremely bored these days, sitting at Li Mingyue's desk and practicing calligraphy.

"Press down, you don't have to be so light." Li Mingyue stood aside and studied the ink, "Pay attention to the stroke."

Shen Yanbing's foundation is good, and he soon regained some feeling, and the appearance of writing neatly can bluff a layman.

Li Mingyue's eyes slowly moved from the writing to the person.

Shen Yanbing's appearance is very good-looking, not the kind of beauty that disappears with the passage of time, the more you look at it, the more charming it is, the whole person seems to be enveloped by a layer of soft light.

Li Mingyue suddenly felt lucky that such a treasure, Shen Yanbing, was not poached before she came.

It was God's will that made her meet Shen Yanbing, and it was God's will that Shen Yanbing was still waiting for her.

Li Mingyue laughed suddenly, feeling that she was really wishful thinking.

Heartbeat is not as good as action, and hesitation makes people shrink back.

She couldn't help walking behind Shen Yanbing, holding her hand, "I'll take you to write."

Shen Yanbing raised her eyebrows, Li Mingyue's palms were already covering the back of her hands, a bit cold and uncomfortable posture, but Li Mingyue's hands were already very steady, waving on the scroll like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Shen Yanbing didn't use any strength, and let the opponent's hand wander, taming the pen tip.

The two got very close, and the atmosphere gradually heated up. I didn't know when to stop writing. Shen Yanbing turned around, leaning his back against the desk, and looked at Li Mingyue.

Shen Yanbing likes Li Mingyue's apricot eyes very much. When she smiles and fogs up, she is always charming.

There are paintings and calligraphy of Li Mingyue everywhere, and there are traces of Li Mingyue everywhere.

——This is a life that Shen Yanbing never expected.

There is no unexpected rejection, no regrets and boredom, some are comfortable, and the sweet daily life is no longer boring.

The two did not speak tacitly, and kissed quietly and peacefully.

November is coming to an end, and just after the mid-term at Binh University, there is a sense of tension going straight to the end of the term.

Even Li Mingyue is facing unprecedented tension-the results of several competitions have been released recently, and the public list for the call for papers will be announced soon.

Zhang Lao told her not to be nervous, but this is a rare work of hers after the Lanting exhibition, and it will inevitably receive great attention from her peers.

She needs the affirmation of major competitions to break the rumors.

Shen Yanbing was watching TV in the living room, seeing that she was restless, he patted the sofa for her to sit down.

"How have you learned from Zhang Lao recently?" Shen Yanbing handed her a cup of tea.

Li Mingyue sipped softly, closing her eyes: "It's okay."

It's okay, it's just average, it didn't achieve the expected effect.

Shen Yanbing is very sensitive to this kind of subtext: "Sure enough, online school still lacks some feeling."

Especially for an ancient person like Li Mingyue and an old gentleman like Zhang Qing, even if they are familiar with these devices, they will be a little bit meaningless after all.

Zhang Lao couldn't see Li Mingyue's pen and writing status, so there would inevitably be problems in the communication between the two.

Calligraphy is not a discipline where questions and answers are clearly defined like mathematical physics.

Li Mingyue knew it in her heart, but never mentioned it.

Liu Yu also questioned this way of communication, and felt regretful: "Mr. Zhang has kept you like that, if you are obedient and stay in the capital."

She felt sorry for Li Mingyue's choice more than once, "This is a serious waste of your talent, have you heard a saying, to be famous as early as possible!"

Being under Zhang Lao's sect is not just about teaching and learning, the key is to establish contacts with celebrities from all walks of life who interact in the study room, and to expand contacts.

That is a circle that is completely different from that in the Bencheng Academy of Fine Arts.

——In the art circle, fame and background are the pursuits that countless people are chasing after. Without them, it is nothing.

This is not a pure industry.

Shen Yanbing didn't believe that Li Mingyue couldn't figure out these key points.

Water flows to low places, and people go to high places. As Li Mingyue, she should be more sensitive to these than generations.

But she still acted like nothing had happened.

Shen Yanbing asked: "Do you want to go to the capital?"

"I don't want to." Li Mingyue looked at her, "Do you want to drive me away?"

Shen Yanbing felt helpless when he heard the words: "No."

Li Mingyue understands too well, and always takes the lead in asking questions that she knows are impossible, blocking other responses with the most absolute questions.

Shen Yanbing was well aware of this trick, but he didn't think it was unreasonable.

She just didn't know where to start with her.

Li Mingyue lowered her head slightly, and did not make a sound for a long time.

The bright lights shone on the floor, and the living room with only two people fell into a silent deadlock.

A little later, Shen Yanbing received a WeChat message from Liu Yu, and only then did he learn that Li Mingyue had received a special invitation from the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts these few days, but had never accepted the invitation.

It is not an invitation to visit the exhibition, but a full quota of authorized auditors.

How precious it was, Shen Yanbing was shocked by how much Master Zhang Qing attached importance to this matter.

She turned her head to look at Li Mingyue, who was slowly flipping through extra-curricular books at the desk, thoughtfully.

Zheng Ke had been in frequent contact with her during this time, and every word she mentioned was inseparable from Li Mingyue.

Shen Yanbing told her about Li Mingyue's invitation from Beijing Academy of Fine Arts.

"Go! Why don't you go! That's Zhang Qing—" Zheng Ke has dealt with this old gentleman a lot. "The old man is very young at heart, and he loves to support the younger generation."

Although they belonged to Mr. Zheng's family, both she and Shen Yanbing had to admit that Mr. Zheng was not that fond of teaching because of his energy and style, and he was not as considerate as Mr. Zhang when it came to mentoring his apprentices.

Zhang Qing is a person who pays more attention to basic exercises and systematic theory, and his style of behavior is obviously traces of the academic school. The cursive script practiced by Zheng Dexing makes his whole person more free and easy.

Shen Yanbing was embarrassed to say that Li Mingyue couldn't do without her—this kind of reason was hard to understand in the eyes of contemporary independent women.

Bisheng Limingyue is such a stubborn person.

Within a few seconds, Zheng Ke called. Shen Yanbing took a look at Li Mingyue without leaving any traces, and went into the study with her mobile phone.

Zheng Ke: "Xiao Li is too young, and more importantly - she has no education!"

That's why a teacher is needed to make up for it, Shen Yanbing is also very clear.

Zheng Ke was very concerned about this matter: "How difficult it is to enter Beijing, and how difficult it is for graduates to stay in a job. It is so crowded. When the opportunity is presented to others, there is no reason not to go. "

"I will regret it if I miss it." Zheng Ke sighed, and then joked, "And what does it sound like to always be by your side? Those who don't know think they are your students."

Shen Yanbing smiled lightly: "Really."

Zheng Ke replied: "Yes."

Before hanging up, Zheng Ke emphasized again, "We must go!"

She went abroad after graduating from the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, but changed her direction after returning, and did not stay in the capital. It is still a bit regretful to think about it.

If she had been firm in her beliefs and followed the predetermined path, she should have been Jingmei's teacher now.

But if there is no if in everything, it will be too late to regret it.

Shen Yanbing looked at the night scene outside the window with a gloomy expression and deep eyes.

Before going to bed that night, Shen Yanbing replaced the thin blanket in the bedroom with a thicker quilt, sat on the bedside and quietly flipped through a book, looking at the bay window from time to time.

Li Mingyue rarely sat by the bay window, with her knees bent and her arms wrapped around her.

The neon lights outside lit up the night, and the LED lights of the high-rise buildings were full of brilliance. The curtains were not drawn, and Li Mingyue sat quietly with her knees hugged, looking out the window.

It was rare for Shen Yanbing to take a paper book today, and there was only the sound of pages being turned in the room.

Time passed little by little, and after a long time, Shen Yanbing finally closed the book and looked towards the bay window.

"Don't catch a cold."

The bay window was closed tightly, but Li Mingyue was only wearing pajamas, sitting there with nothing on, her feet were exposed outside, and she would catch cold if she was not careful.

However, Li Mingyue didn't move, her head was resting on her bent elbows and knees, and instead she buried her head and didn't look at her.

Shen Yanbing got up, leaned back and sat down.

Her back was against Li Mingyue's back, her head was thrown back and touched Li Mingyue's head.

The two of them bent their knees back to each other, like two swans, having a different kind of lonely beauty in the quiet night.

A person will be lonely, two people still seem lonely.

Li Mingyue arched her body, huddled into a ball and hugged her, and suddenly said: "I don't want to go to the capital."

Shen Yanbing: "Yes."

Li Mingyue said again: "I want to stay in Bincheng."

Shen Yanbing: "Yes."

Li Mingyue bowed her head: "I don't know."

She didn't know whether her choice was right or not, and she felt very sad.

The night was very cold, Shen Yanbing's feet touched the ground, his back leaned against the bay window, touched Li Mingyue's arms and feet, and said softly, "It's too cold."

Li Mingyue raised her head, hugged her arms, rested her chin on it, calmly said, "I'm not cold."

She could feel Shen Yanbing's emotions, and the meaning behind Shen Yanbing's silence.

Shen Yanbing wanted her to go to the capital.

She looked out the window, there was no moon, no starlight.

Shen Yanbing suddenly hugged her from behind.

Li Mingyue heard her say: "You are an adult, you have to learn to make choices."

Shen Yanbing's breath sprayed behind her ears, but her words were calm.

Limingyue sometimes really hates this kind of peace.

"I just want you," she said.

The future is uncertain, she only wants the real Shen Yanbing at the moment.

She turned around suddenly, and the cold legs on the bay window clamped the person standing in front of her. She hugged the person tightly and pressed it to her ear: "I only want you."

In the night, the moon suddenly showed its face, and there was a sense of tranquility and beauty in the darkness all over the sky.

Shen Yanbing freed one hand to close the curtains, covering all the turmoil and hustle and bustle, leaving the whole room peaceful.

She supported Li Mingyue's back with one hand, lowered her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

With a logical development, Shen Yanbing did not refuse this invitation again.

The temperature in the bedroom is just right and the light is just right.

Her hair drooped, her thin lips were slightly parted, and the dim wall lamp cast light and shadows. The corners of Shen Yanbing's lips slowly burst into a smile. She leaned over, and the shadow shrouded her. Li Mingyue slightly opened her eyes and put her arms around her neck.

The almost cold war atmosphere quietly disintegrated, replaced by a kiss mixed with honey, prying open the heart little by little.

Li Mingyue was hugged by Shen Yanbing, and there was a tickle in her ears.

It was the first time she heard Shen Yanbing's confession - "I like you."

The still water flows deep, and how much bone erosion is deep is not enough for outsiders to understand. Shen Yanbing's kiss slowly slid to the side of her neck, and his head rested on her shoulder.

Li Mingyue hugged her and whispered: "I like you too."

Suddenly there was a tingling pain on her shoulder, and after the difficulty, she was relieved for a long time. Shen Yanbing's voice was low and her eyes moved slightly: "I love you."

Restrained and enthusiastic, Li Mingyue held her hand for a while, then lowered her head suddenly, and the corners of her eyes moistened slightly when she raised her head again, "Well, I know."

She never doubted Shen Yanbing's friendship with her, it was a natural trust and tacit understanding.

The warm wall lamp melts a puddle of spring water, making me sleepless tonight.

The author has something to say: late night broadcast.

The next day: What is more painful than deletion is to make up the number of words, and I have been tossing all day.