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It turned out that what Sang Yunzhi meant by "It's good to see you" meant this.

Lin Lu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and felt that it was a bit far from what he expected, but the unhappiness that lingered in his heart all the way back was finally dispelled by Sang Yunzhi's few words.

For two medium-sized express boxes, Sang Yunzhi picked the heavier one and handed the other one to Lin Lu.

It was the time when the traffic flow was the most in the afternoon, and there were many people coming and going in and out of the community. Most of them were office workers returning home from work and middle school students who had just finished school. They stood at the elevator entrance holding their boxes for a while, waiting for fewer people. Just got on the elevator.

"My friend said that there were a lot of peaches growing on the peach trees in the backyard of my hometown, and they tasted very good, so I asked my family to send some to me." After moving the things back home, a layer of peaches had appeared on Sang Yunzhi's back. Sweat.

After unpacking the "one point" in her mouth, it was a full box. Lin Lu took a quick look and found that there were probably more than twenty of them.

Lin Lu commented: "This 'point' is still true."

Joking words, a moment later, she set her sights on the box in front of her again: "What about this, do you want to unpack it together?"

Compared with the one in Sang Yunzhi's hand, the box in front of him was much lighter.

On the way back, Lin Lu also deliberately weighed the contents inside, thinking that they were probably daily necessities.

She asked casually, and Sang Yunzhi let her dismantle it indifferently.

Sang Yunzhi herself didn't know what was on the head here, it was sent by a friend, she was mysterious and refused to tell, but she thought that since it was sent by a friend, there was nothing shameful about it, so she asked Lin Lu to dismantle it generously .

The box was opened, and there were three layers of foam protection inside and three layers outside. After dismantling everything, there was only an exquisite gift box the size of a book, with a beautiful postcard next to it, with handwritten blessings and signatures on it.

Lin Lu didn't like to take a closer look at his things, but he caught a glimpse of the words "Happy Birthday" unexpectedly and accurately.

"Is it your birthday?" She raised her eyes and looked sideways at the person standing beside her.

Sang Yunzhi was also taken aback by the question.

Soon, she reached over Lin Lu and took out the gift box and postcard from the cardboard box, and after seeing the contents on her face, she answered the question with a clear face: "It hasn't arrived yet, my friend sent the gift together in advance. "

After speaking, Sang Yunzhi put the postcard back on the gift box and began to pack the unpacked express cartons.

Birthdays are nothing special to her, especially after her parents died when she was ten years old, Sang Yunzhi felt more and more redundant.

It's ironic that the person who gave birth to her is gone, but she has left such a day for her to celebrate every year.

As time goes by, every year, only those close to her will still want to help her celebrate her birthday every year. As for others, Sang Yunzhi never mentions it.

Therefore, when Lin Lu asked her, she only vaguely mentioned it in one sentence, and quickly switched to other topics: "I will take out some of the peaches and you can take them home to eat. I can't eat so much by myself, they will rot."

As she spoke, she picked out the fresh peaches and put them in a clean plastic bag, ready to be picked up later.

Seeing her like this, Lin Lu suppressed the desire to continue asking questions, and stopped talking.

Anyway, the Internet is so developed now, is it possible that the date of birth of a semi-public figure like Sang Yunzhi can't be found online?

She lifted her foot and walked towards the large balcony in the living room.

Sang Yunzhi is a person of great taste, which can be seen in the decoration details of the house.

The two lived upstairs and downstairs, so the layout of her house should be almost the same as that of Sang Yunzhi's house when the house was handed over, but there is actually a big difference when looking around.

The balcony of the original apartment was directly merged with the partition of the second bedroom by the other party, and the six-meter-long balcony in front of me was obtained, which is spacious, bright and well-lit.

To make things more comfortable, Sang Yunzhi specially placed a sandalwood table next to the window, which was made of the same material as the bookshelves hanging on the wall.

In the past, when Lin Lu came here, there were a few books scattered on this table, or nothing at all, but today it was different. When I got closer, I saw that there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table. A few ink stains on the pale white rice paper had disappeared. The dry and beautiful font is particularly eye-catching.

So Sang Yunzhi should have received a courier call while practicing calligraphy at home, and then went out temporarily.

Lin Lu was watching, when a voice approached from behind: "What are you looking at?"

Sang Yunzhi approached and looked in the direction where the other party's eyes fell.

I saw that Lin Lu didn't answer aloud, but walked directly to the sandalwood table and stretched out his fingertips to press a corner of the rice paper, bent over to examine it, and admired it in his eyes: "Have you ever learned calligraphy, it doesn't look like Write whatever you want."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized that she was asking too much, and how could she have such a complete set of tools at home by writing casually.

Sang Yunzhi's voice also came from behind at this time: "When I was in college, I had an optional calligraphy class, but I didn't study it systematically."

"So that's how it is," Lin Lu understood, but still couldn't help but turn around and praise, "Your handwriting is so beautiful."

Lin Lu tilted her head, her eyes curved like crescent moons, the afterglow of the setting sun passed through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled on half of her face, and the afterglow reflected in her eyes turned into bright stars, shining brightly.

This scene fell into Sang Yunzhi's eyes, and it became a picture at a glance.

She stared into Lin Lu's eyes, lost in thought for a moment.

After a while, I continued to pick up the other party's words: "It's actually not difficult, do you want to try it?"

"I can teach you." Afraid of Lin Lu's refusal, Sang Yunzhi added another sentence.

The words and actions were subconscious and spontaneous, and she said it without even going through her mind. She didn't have time to find out why.

Because I wanted to, I did it.

Lin Lu also agreed with dignity, but she made a request: "Since you are going to be my teacher, shouldn't you demonstrate it yourself before teaching?"

She stretched out two fingers, gently pinched the brush on the pen rest, and handed it to Sang Yunzhi.

Sang Yunzhi smiled, took the pen body from her hand, familiar with pen handling, and stuck the pen body between the knuckles of his index finger and middle finger.

Grind the ink, moisten it, and hang it on a new piece of blank rice paper.

The sleeve on the right was gently rolled up, revealing a white wrist with well-defined joints and a bookish atmosphere.

"What to write?" Sang Yunzhi was in trouble, she tilted her head and looked at Lin Lu.

Lin Lu's answer was very casual: "Anything is fine, Tang poetry and Song lyrics or lyrics are also fine."

Sang Yunzhi closed his eyes, stared at the other party for two seconds and quickly wrote.

The pen tip was stained with dark ink and stroked on the thin rice paper. With the strength of the wrist, it was done in one go. The formed characters quickly appeared on the paper, one after another, coherently forming a poem.

[When the tree is deep, you can see the deer, but you can't hear the bell at noon in the stream. 】

"How?" The handwriting was beautiful and powerful, and Sang Yunzhi looked at Lin Lu again with a smile on his lips, "Can I be your teacher?"

Lin Lu didn't answer, but just stared at a line of verse on the rice paper, very surprised: "How do you know that my name comes from this verse?"

"Is it really the old song alone?" Now it was Sang Yunzhi's turn to be surprised, her eyes lit up slightly, as if she had found an unexpected surprise, "I don't know, just seeing you, I feel that you and this song Poetry is very sticky."

When I first attended the appreciation class, Sang Yunzhi felt that there was a sense of tranquility in Li Bai's poem, which made people feel extremely comfortable, just like the feeling Lin Lu gave her.

It happened that the word "deer" was added to Lin Lu's name.

Deer is originally a kind of agile and soft and lovely animal.

It's a coincidence, but it's not a coincidence.

"Then I'll take it as a tacit understanding." Lin Lu's emotions suddenly rose, and the smile almost overflowed from his eyes.

She put her hands behind her back, took a half step forward, half body slightly bowed and suddenly leaned towards Sang Yunzhi and said softly: "Seeing a deer when the tree is deep, then... Sang Yunzhi, do you know what the next sentence is?"

The distance between the two was pulled extremely close, face to face, when Lin Lu blinked, his long eyelashes brushed Sang Yunzhi's cheek, and it began to itch.

The nonsensical question made Sang Yunzhi unable to answer. Since Lin Lu would ask such a question, the answer would definitely not be what was written on the paper.

She held her breath and stared at the person in front of her: "What is it?"

There was a lovely cunning in Lin Lu's eyes, and he said playfully, "When the trees are deep, you see the deer, and when the forest is deep, you see me."

The obvious and flattering answers make it impossible to find any faults.

The smile in Sang Yunzhi's eyes became obvious, and his left hand, which had been free all the time, had already gently wrapped around Lin Lu's waist.

Turning her face slightly, she put the tip of her nose close to the other's ear and rubbed it lightly, deliberately letting out a soft voice: "So, are you that little deer in the forest?"

The author says:

See the deer when the tree is deep, see you when the forest is deep~

Note: "When the tree is deep, you can see the deer, but you can't hear the bell at noon in the stream." The poem comes from Li Bai's "Visiting Dai Tianshan Taoist and Not Meeting".