what a good man

Is it 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 "Zhouyi" is a Confucian classic, you are a Confucian scholar, and you will definitely read it often. Moreover, "Zhouyi" 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.

"Ah Zhen, 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."

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" that was originally hanging on the wall had been replaced.

【Recipe, Shining.The son returns home, suitable for his family...]

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

The author has something to say:

1. No doubt that Zhang Liang's behavior was intentional, for the sake of fulfillment.

2. It is not suspected that the song "Guanju" was replaced.

3. Several years later, Busu's name was changed to Zhang Busu.

4. This is the end of the main text (No.1 title), and a few extra articles will be added.

5. When I think of it, I will add an explanation.

postscript:

At first I wanted to write a story of "I can't ask for it", but it might not necessarily be Qin Shi's colleagues. After reading Kongshan Niaoyu, I wanted to write Moya BL, but then overturned my own setting time and time again, and finally became a Zhang Liang BG.

The cover is very in line with the feeling I got in the end, it is not satisfactory, but it is always a bit melancholy.

The pit was opened at the end of 14, but it took so long... I didn't have much thought to fill in some things in the middle school and when I was looking for an internship. Later, when I was free, I found that I couldn't remember what I wrote.

There is no beginning, and there is no end.

There are still a few episodes to be added.I am currently writing another Qin Shi’s fanfiction "(Qin Shi) Wei Zhuang, please treat my body kindly", which has already been updated by more than [-] words. There is currently no abuse point, and I am extremely happy (the latter, no guarantee...) If you are interested, you can click into my column to have a look.

When I write about Qin Shi Tongren next time, who will I write about?

Han Xin? ——I’ve wanted to write about Shuan Zhuzi for a long time, a dude with a touching EQ.

Black Crow? ——I have always wanted to write about him.

Gao Jianli? ——Dismantle the official match?Take it apart, the great god has something to say, a pair that can be taken apart is a pair.

Baifeng? ——Arrogant and beautiful soaring high!Boy, please help me go downstairs to get a courier~

Star Soul? ——This baby is too young, underage, right?

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