[Qin Shimingyue] On the development of love through improper households

Zhang Liang said that he wanted to chase me, he made a strong promise and spoke earnestly, then——let him alone.

The main road faces south, and I didn't drive it, and I couldn't stop him from following me.

I walked leisurely in front, and he followed unhurriedly behind.

I still remember clearly even now, when I was 13 years old, I said that I wanted to chase him, let him take me home, and cultivate feelings on the way, but he ruthlessly refused.

I insisted on following behind him, stepping on his shadow with strides, repeatedly crushing countless sunsets on ancient roads.

He frowned angrily in front, and I smiled happily in the back.

...I used to think that following like that would be a lifetime.

"Okay, I'm home, and you should be home too." I turned around and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

He smiled calmly: "Aren't you going to invite me to sit inside?"

"Uh...my house is too luxurious. If you are close to vermilion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black. You should stick to simplicity and be upright, Mr. Liuhou."

Save yourself, the poor Liu Bang only pays you how much money a year, and you still take a bullock cart when you go out!

"I really want to see Ah Zhen's family."

"..." Do you dare to say that you are not the one standing outside the window every night?

Just when Zhang Liang and I were in a stalemate, Busu walked out.Without doubting anything, he dragged me into the yard, closed the door with a bang, and shut Zhang Liang out.

I was speechless, just watching him continue to sit in front of the window, wiping the polished half-length spear.

×××

In the early morning, I was woken up by the flute sound outside the window.

"...!!" Holding back my anger and not cursing, I crawled out of the quilt in pain.

I saw Buji's cold face, and tiptoed to the yard with a large basin of water.Then across the high wall, he poured all the water over there.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the world became pure.

I stretched, and continued to crawl back to the quilt and sleep back in the cage.

In the afternoon, I lay in the yard watching the clouds in the sky, and I heard the neat and clear sound of children reading.

The limbs of the person who was exposed to the sun in the spring were limp and refreshed, but suddenly a shadow fell on his face.

I squinted my eyes and said lightly: "Lord Liuhou, trespassing on private houses is not an honorable thing~"

He nodded and smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, but my little bird fell into Ah Zhen's yard."

In the corner, there is really a little white bird, which is very fat, and is taking a leisurely walk.

"That bird is of the same species as Baifeng's White Phoenix." The tail is very similar, and the color of the beak is also the same.

Zhang Liang nodded: "It's the cub of White Phoenix."

"How old can it be?"

"I'm old enough to have a son." Zhang Liang asked back, "Isn't it something to celebrate?"

I glanced at Xiaoniao: "You should be more restrained when you are old."

Zhang Liang: "..."

×××

This year's spring came very early, and all the bamboo shoots came up just as the peach blossoms were blooming.

So three meals a day, fried meat with bamboo shoots, sliced ​​meat soup with bamboo shoots, stewed eggs with bamboo shoots, soup with bamboo shoots...

After three days, it is no doubt that they have switched to honey bibimbap.

Honey bibimbap, that's so disgusting, it even affects my appetite.

I looked at the fifty baskets of bamboo shoots in the kitchen, feeling a little embarrassed.Because I'm so rich, I don't know how old I can spend it in this life, so I bought back all the bamboo shoots in Beishi at a high price on the first day the bamboo shoots went on the market.

I don’t doubt that I’m a poor ghost, and I buy blindly when I get rich, for fear that others will not know that I have money... Doesn’t he know that I have been like this since I was a child?

When I was a child, I bought everything I wanted, because at that time, my family had so much money that I couldn’t spend it no matter what ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Zhang Liang visited again this afternoon and brought gifts.

"Ah Zhen, I brought you a gift of spring."

...Crazy, spring gift?Who did you learn this from?

"Zhang Xiaomei, I brought you a spring gift?"

"..."

"The gift of spring is the most delicious and versatile bamboo shoots in spring. How about it? Are you so excited that you want to make a promise with your body?"

"...The ovary doesn't eat bamboo shoots."

"This is your spring gift?" I looked at the ten bamboo shoots in the package he brought and stroked my forehead.

"Ah Zhen likes seasonal food the most, and it is the most anticipated thing in spring."

... He really didn't understand at all.

So I calmly led him to the kitchen of my house. Zhang Liang was silent for a long time when he saw the mighty fifty baskets of bamboo shoots placed there.

×××

rainy day.

I held an umbrella and walked home from Qingshi Alley.

A layer of white rain and mist splashed on the ground, as if covered with a layer of light gauze.

At the door of the house, someone was arguing.

"Why are you so shameless, stay here! Don't run to my house, my father will die, and my mother will be a widow, so give up."

My umbrella fell to the ground gently, and the rain fell on my face.

Into the skin, a little cool.

Zhang Liang was drenched all over, and his face was pale in the rain.

"Mother, the shameless man is here again, hurry up and scold him away." Buzhi called me.

I walked over, smiled, and slapped him.

...Even if you are his son, you can't treat him like this.

In this world, I don't allow anyone to treat him badly.

Bu doubt was slightly stunned, and after realizing it, the whole person was trembling with anger: "You—"

He only said one word and ran away, Zhang Liang looked at his back with some worry.

I shrugged my shoulders: "The kid lost his temper after running for two laps, and he has no money with him. He will definitely come back when he is hungry."

"...Mmm." Zhang Liang nodded lightly, his face was pale, and then he fell backwards precariously.

In that moment, my body reacted before consciousness.

"Zhang Xiaomei, you will be fine!"

"I... Ji Zhen, I like Zhang Liang's wife."

"Even if it's Dad, I won't let him touch Little Beauty Zhang."

"Even though he doesn't want me, I'll still be his hero."

"...You have been having a fever, and I can't tell the difference between the herbs, so I had to try it first. I thought that your life is worth more than mine. Even if I fight for a little bit, I still earn money."

"It doesn't matter, I've made a decision. If I die, I will be reborn as "Book of Changes" in my next life."

"Because "The Book of Changes" is a Confucian classic, you are a Confucian scholar, and you will definitely read it often. Moreover, "The Book of Changes" is more difficult to understand, so you must read it a lot."

"In that way, you will have me in your eyes, and you will also have me in your heart."

... Memories and reality are constantly intertwined. I sat on the side of the bed and looked at the sleepy Zhang Liang.

He has changed from thin to gaunt, with no blood on his face.His health was not very good in the later period of the Chu-Han War, and he would naturally suffer from typhoid fever and high fever after being drenched like that in the rain.

The doctor came to see and prescribed the medicine, and poured all the medicine soup with honey, but it still didn't help.

I sighed softly and placed my palm on his burning forehead.

"Even now, I still worry about you."

"I made an agreement that I will not communicate with each other, but I always break my promise."

"I offended you before, and now you offend me. In the future, let's not offend each other... Well, don't frown, I know you won't agree."

"...but I'm married anyway."

I gradually fell asleep amid the incense of wintersweet in the house.

In my dream, I saw that at the banquet in the Han Palace, when I was young, I was devouring the food, and the one standing beside me was not Mo Ya but Zhang Liang.

"Ah Zhen, eat slowly, there are still many..."

You eat slowly, there are many...

×××

An old friend came to visit, alone.

"It's like this, I found this—" Zhang Han's calm and indifferent face also showed a trace of emotion, and he handed me a kit, "I almost forgot."

He said that it was entrusted by an old friend.

The word "Suspension Letter" is impressively written on the kit.

I frowned, feeling an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

I opened the kit, and inside was a wooden slip.

Four sentences are engraved on it.

【A Zhen Qing Qing】

【Zhang Liang loves you】

【same as me】

【Forgive him】

Ah Zhenqingqing, Zhang Liang loves you, just like me...forgive him.

He is from the state of Chu, he was born as a general, and he can't write his own country's characters well, but he still learns to write Korean characters, is it because he is afraid that I can't understand?

"Idiot Xiaoqie, you spelled the word 'forgiveness' for 'forgiveness' wrongly, it's terrible to be uneducated..."

The scene of him saying goodbye to me at the end appeared before my eyes.

Proud and ambitious, vowed.

"I won't lose, I am Long Qi from Chu State—"

He charged into battle with a long spear, and died in battle to live up to Xichu.

"General Long gave it to me before he was alive, saying that in case something happens to him—" Zhang Han paused, and then said slowly, "it must be a trick of good fortune."

I put the wooden slips back into the kit, and said to Zhang Han: "... Thank you for your hard work, General Zhang."

When he returned to the living room, Zhang Liang was making tea.

Undoubtedly, the hostility toward him gradually faded a lot, and he often ignored his existence, but he was willing to ask him for advice when encountering academic problems.

"Ah Zhen, that's—" Zhang Liang's voice stopped abruptly.

I followed his gaze, and I saw that the song "Guan Ju" hanging on the wall had been replaced... Well, it probably was replaced without doubt.

【Recipe, Shining.When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family. 】

Outside the window, in early March, peach blossoms bloom in the spring breeze.

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