what a good man

It's an idiot, the second master is an idiot, Feng Bao gets mixed up with idiots every day, it's really wronged. "

"Huh, it's good if you know." Bai Feng put on her clothes, patted her ass and left immediately, before leaving, she still didn't forget to taunt Yan Lu: "Your piano sound is not beautiful enough, the tune is mediocre, you need to practice more."

Damn...you didn't forget to snatch the two remaining pieces of sugar cake from me before you flew away. If it's not beautiful enough, don't come here!Yan Lu didn't ask you to come!Damn Tsundere!

"Second Master, hello."

"Zizhen is indeed a girl, and the ovary has good eyesight."

"Second Master, the prize is too high." I was about to say something, when I caught a glimpse of a figure standing by the door.

He should have been standing there for a long time.

"...Long time no see, Mrs. Zhang Liang."

I have known this person for many years, but I have never greeted him so politely and unfamiliarly.

"Ah Zhen." The corners of his lips moved, and his face no longer had the vigorous look of the past.

I raised my eyebrows and said, "Sir, you should call me Miss Ji."

From Miss Ji, to Ji Zhen, to Ah Zhen, and finally Miss Ji.Going around in circles, eight years in a circle, finally turned back to the original point.

The love is deep and the relationship is not shallow, but good fortune can play tricks on others.

"Ji..." He only said one word, and then fell silent.

I looked at Yan Lu, blinked my eyes and said, "Second Master, I'm here to go through the formalities of dropping out of school."

Originally, I wanted to entrust Bai Feng to handle the withdrawal procedures for me. With his arrogant and violent temper, he might be able to get me a lot of tuition fees. If you are lucky, you may even see Bai Feng and Fu Nian quarreling... But Now I've changed my mind and I don't want a dime.

Rich people tend to be capricious. Although I have no money, I have a rich master.

"Ah Zhen, you have recovered your memory."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang Liang. Everyone is happy with this ending."

The room suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

"Does it have to be like this?"

It was Yan Lu who said this.

He suppressed his smile, but he was still gentle, but there was an inexplicable meaning in that gentleness.

"Zizhen, I will explain the matter of dropping out of school to the senior brother... You and Zifang, let's have a good chat."

After Yan Lu left, the atmosphere became more and more awkward.

The relationship between me and Zhang Liang is inextricably linked, but in fact there is nothing.I learned a bunch of hypocritical words from Mo Crow many years ago, and I wanted to tell him every sunrise and sunset, but he never listened.Now maybe he will listen to me when I say it, but after so long, I can't even remember a word.

The only sentence I could think of was: "Sit down, the tea is not cold yet."

This is Xiaoshengxianzhuang. I am no longer a student of Confucianism. This sounds a bit anti-customer.

Zhang Liang nodded: "OK."

He knows how to give me a step down. I don't know if it's because of his age or his good Confucian education. He no longer rejects me thousands of miles away like he did many years ago.

We sat facing each other, there was a pot of tea and two teacups on the table.

Baifeng and I have finished eating the sugar cake just now, and there is no dessert for drinking tea, which is a bit bland, but in fact, desserts like sugar cake are not suitable for clear tea.Just like me, Zhang Liang is not suitable either.

"Tea is good tea." I put down the tea bowl and saw that there was still more than half of the tea in Zhang Liang's bowl, while the tea in my bowl had already bottomed out.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I regarded drinking tea as drinking, and drank it in big gulps.Tea is not wine, it should be tasted in small sips.

Zhang Liang didn't remind me either, it's too bad.If anyone else is here, it must be a joke.

I have never been rigid about etiquette, it was true many years ago, and it will be true many years later.Many years ago, I was the daughter of a notorious general who was the son of Xiangguo whom everyone admired.Many years later, I am nothing but the ordinary name of Ji Zhen, but he is already the third head of the Confucian family and the wife of Zhang Liang.

Many years ago, it was the difference between cloud and mud.Many years later, it is still the difference between cloud and mud.

It's just that I've never been so sober and clear as I am now.

"Zhang Liang, there is something I want to tell you."

"Ah, please tell me."

I poured another bowl of tea, the tea soup was clear and bright, clear and shallow, reflecting my own appearance.Compared with Ji Zhen who was in the cardamom age, Ji Zhen today is indeed much older and depressed.

"About those young days when I liked you, I was ecstatic because of you, or I was secretly sad, or I was heartbroken, and I was sad, I can use one word to express it." I tilted my head and looked Looking at him, he asked with a smile, "What word is that?"

Zhang Liang remained silent, and there was a loneliness in Shen Ning's eyes that I had never seen before.

"This word is definitely not love." I said, "It's stupid."

Heart direction

sunset.

The afterglow of the large pieces will decorate the entire sea surface with golden light, which is so gorgeous and amazing.I thought of the pool of red lotus in the Han Palace back then, which, like the sunset in Songhai, was a rare beauty in the world.

The person beside him didn't know how to appreciate this rare beauty, he raised his face, frowned and said, "It's unpalatable."

He pointed to the sugar cake in front of him.

"You can eat it with tofu curd, drink a sip of tofu curd, and eat a sip of sugar cake." I suggested patiently.

He did as he did, still frowning: "It's still unpalatable."

"What do you want to eat that night?"

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then whispered, "Red bean soup."

Red bean soup?

I told Yin Xue: "Go and buy a bowl of red bean soup for Wan Ge."

"Yes, young master." After Yin Xue left, Wan Ge carefully tugged on my sleeve.

I raised my eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"Ah Zhen, are you unhappy?"

"No." I said softly, "I'm not unhappy, I'm just feeling emotional."

"What is Ah Zhen feeling?"

"Sigh, I never knew your preferences." I raised my hand and brushed the hair hanging on his forehead for him.

The afterglow of the setting sun was too dazzling, dyeing his long snow-white hair a warm orange.

It's really beautiful.

This man's expression has never been so much as it is now, with the innocence of a teenager, the confusion of a child, and the elegance of the world.

Songhai in winter still maintains the attitude of the end of summer, without the slightest taste of loneliness.

The evening wind was not cold, and it was refreshing. I closed my eyes and quietly watched Wan Ge finish a bowl of red bean soup in small sips.Satisfied, he put down the spoon, took out a Jinpa from his pocket, and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth.I saw a crooked real character on that piece of veil. It was my original work, and I abandoned it like a shoe, but he regarded it as a treasure.

What Zheng Yin said was right, I do owe Wan Ge a lot.

"Dange, do you want to watch the sunset for a while?"

"I want to go back." He yawned, squinting his beautiful eyes, "... sleepy."

"Then let's go back." After a pause, I said again, "Go back and pack up, we are leaving Songhai tonight."

"Why did you leave Songhai?" Wan Ge was puzzled.

"Because we're going to a better place."

"Where?"

"You will know when the evening song arrives."

"Oh." There was a little disappointment in his tone.

I fell silent, thought for a moment, and said to Yin Xue: "You take Wan Ge back first, I'll go somewhere, and I'll be back in the evening."

"Yes, young master." Yin Xue nodded, she has always been a well-behaved girl, and will listen carefully to all my orders.

×××

There is an inn.

This is the most prestigious inn in Songhai, which is unpretentious and low-key.

"Guest officer, what do you want?"

A servant came over and asked politely.

"One pot of pear fragrance, one pot of clear tea."

"...This." The servant looked at me suspiciously, and continued to ask, "What else?"

"No more." I thought for a while, and added, "The tea needs to be hot, and the wine depends."

The servant moved quickly, and the pear fragrance and green tea were quickly served.I poured a bowl of pear fragrance and another bowl of green tea.

Tea is hot and wine is warm.

The pear fragrance enters the mouth, spicy and sweet, and the throat is already burning.It seems that there is no ginseng, Fatty Ding still has a conscience.

There was an inn in Youshi, and I was the only guest.No, it should be said that there are two now.

There was no more wine in the pot, and the bowl of tea was already cold.

"Ah Zhen."

"Ok?"

He only called my name, but he couldn't say anything else.As eloquent as he is, there will be times when he can't speak?

"Zhang Liang, I'm leaving Sanghai tonight."

I pushed the tea bowl in front of him and refilled some hot tea.

"It should be warm now, drink and see."

"Ah Zhen." Zhang Liang's voice gradually became denser in the hot air with the fragrance of tea, "Can you stay by my side?"

I raised my head and asked, "What about the song that night?"

The light was very dim, and the original warmth dissipated in his lonely smile.

"Yesterday I told you, about the time when I liked you when I was young, I was ecstatic because of you, or I was secretly sad, or I was heartbroken, and I was sad, I can use one word to express it, stupid."

He was silent for a long time, and I continued, "But since the beginning is already stupid, let it continue to be stupid. I don't like to give up halfway."

Having said that, I slowly took off the hat attached to my shirt.

"Ah Zhen, your hair—"

Zhang Liang looked at my short-haired head in astonishment.

"It's all here." I took out a wooden box from under the table and pushed it to him, "I don't have anything to leave you, Yinxue said that Jiefa agreed to express her determination, so I took it out of context, well, everything is here Here it is."

"Ah Zhen, one strand is enough, why did you cut it all?" Zhang Liang said softly, "The body, hair and skin, the father of Shou