Chunyin

According to my experience—of course I have the experience of teasing Zhuang Heng—Zhuang Heng handles this kind of teasing very well.Effortlessly means brazenly.

He looked at me for a while, and then asked lightly, "What do I want to do to you?"

Ah, this calm tone, this calm demeanor, it's really well done, I'm heartbroken for him - Zhuang Heng really lived up to my expectations.

I mocked: "I don't know what Mr. Zhuang wants to do?"

He frowned half-truthfully: "After drinking Mengpo soup, I can't remember clearly."

I smiled half-truthfully: "Mengpo soup seems to have been mixed with water, remember half of it and forget the half."

He said: "What kind of painting are you talking about? Let me take a look and maybe I will remember it."

I said: "It's a pity that time has passed and the situation has changed, and jade and stone have been burned."

He was silent for a while, looked at me, and said, "What a pity."

Zhuang Heng's "pity" seems to be lamenting that painting, but also lamenting something else.The charming atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and a wave of disinterest suddenly swept over me.Slanting wind and drizzle blowing over, chills all over the body.I have long said that the past is unthinkable.At the very beginning, who would have thought that the eldest son of Dingguohou's mansion, who has a title of jade and gold, would never lack the word "pity" in his life?

To be honest, I should not be a drowning ghost, but a burning ghost—Liang Lanzheng was burned to death together with the list of officials and the painting in the fire in Dingguohou's mansion.

I let go of the umbrella handle, took a step back, and said wistfully, "Forget it."

He asked, "What's the matter?"

I said, "Forget it."

Zhuang Heng looked at me and said nothing.

I went down the steps and turned back to stand beside him.After thinking about it, what's the use of saying so much?A person cannot be resurrected after death, and the past cannot be changed.Everything is a foregone conclusion, and now it has turned into the dust of history.If I am lucky, a hundred years later, I will be a short sentence in the history books, "Liang Yin, courtesy name Lanyu, was born in the fourth year of Shaofeng and died in the third year of Yuantong. Unfortunately, I am nothing.

Zhuang Heng and I waited quietly for a while, and the door finally opened.Zhuang Heng went in.Entering a small courtyard, the ground is paved with blue bricks, and there is a newly sprouted pomegranate tree in the corner.An old man with white eyebrows greeted Zhuang Heng and led him into the main room.

In the spring rainy season, the main room was damp and damp, and I was a little apprehensive because of what Zhuang Heng said about the "Taoist leader", but when I entered the room, I felt very comfortable and at ease.

The old man asked Zhuang Heng to sit down, Zhuang Heng unloaded the bamboo basket and took out a fishing rod from inside, handed it back to the old man, and said: "Thank you for the magic weapon, Daoist."

Is this the fishing rod that caught me?I thought of the moment when I shot directly at the Tianling Gai in the Kushui River, and I trembled all over.

The old man took the fishing rod, stroked the fishing line with his hands, and said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Li's trip was not in vain."

Zhuang Heng said: "Yes."

The old man turned his eyes and said, "Oh, this is Xiao Lan?"

... Xiaolan?

I was next to me, and when I heard these two words, the hairs all over my body stood up instantly.I pressed Zhuang Heng's shoulder and asked uncertainly, "What Xiaolan?"

Zhuang Heng didn't shy away in front of the old man, raised his eyes and looked at me and said, "Aren't you Xiaolan?"

"Of course I—" Zhuang Heng's gaze was blunt, and I was so ashamed that I couldn't speak. This was not only an old story, but also a fucking secret.Fu Huan gave birth to a mouth that is smoother than mine. He looks like a dog in front of others, and Xiaolan Xiaolan in his queen. That tongue is never idle, and now he has come to embarrass me in the air.

My indifference is gone.My face also turned red.

Zhuang Heng also said: "I heard him joke about it before——Is he calling you, Xiao Lan?"

Okay, Zhuang Heng's tone and demeanor made me feel annoyed, and inexplicably more embarrassing about being caught in bed.

I said, "Xiao Lan is the size of a grandfather. May I call you Xiao Yu?"

Zhuang Heng was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he smiled as if he had found something good, and said, "That's fine."

I was so angry that my chest was choked and painful: "You, why are you joining in the fun? Either it or something? What's the matter?"

The author says:

Xiaolan and Xiaoyu used to be good friends.