Jiang Youyan waved his little hand enthusiastically, but Lu Yu didn't respond.

However, the curtains of the third brother were not closed.

He's looking at Sister Lu.

Jiang Youyan withdrew his hand behind his back and ran into the house with a jump.

Her movements just now fell in the eyes of Zhao Hushan and Xi Qi, knowing that Lu Yu had a smile in the eyes of the two on the balcony.

The car stopped for a while before driving away, apparently noticing it as well.

"Big brother, second brother, Rouge is back. ”

Jiang Yourou picked up the little girl from Zhao Hushan's arms and smoothed the cat's hair in the meow.

"What did Sister Yan whisper to Lu Celadon just now?" Zhao Hushan bent down and squeezed her eyes at her, "Can you tell us?"

"It's not a whisper. Jiang Youyan nodded, her apricot eyes crooked, "Of course you can tell my brother." ”

In the slightly curious gaze of the two.

Jiang Youyan shook her head and repeated her words, "I told Sister Lu that the third brother didn't say that he didn't like acting. ”

Belch?

The two looked at each other in surprise and looked at the petite girl in front of them.

As a spokesperson, Zhao Hushan couldn't help asking, "Why does Sister Yan say that?"

"Ai?" Jiang Youyan wondered, "Don't my brothers think the same way?"

They think so because Lu Yu once said that he wants to be an excellent actor and play every role well.

Even if he doesn't act anymore, he said in person that he would give up acting a long time ago.

They believe that he still likes acting.

Because of his talent and love, he lacks nothing.

He said he had given up. Xi Qi spoke.

"I just gave up, and I didn't say I didn't like it. Jiang Youyan pouted and didn't understand why they asked such a simple question, "Rest when you're tired." ”

"If liking becomes a burden, you can't just like one thing. ”

"Rouge knows a true story. ”

"In Angola, there is a prodigy boy who can read 1,000 words at the age of three and can recite 100 poems. The seven-year-old thinks strongly, and the mouth is sad and drought. Referring to things as poems, there are observable people in their literature and science. Everyone is strange and famous. ”

After hearing this, Zhao Hushan thought, this is Zhongyong of the era of Sister Yan's sister?

"The young man's literary thinking is based on life, his talent is still good, and he has practiced day and night, and he has never slackened. ”

Zhongyong's enlightenment, and the heavens of acceptance. The day of its acceptance is also far from the material. If they die for the multitude, they will not receive from others.

The young man in the mouth of Sister Rouge has never slackened the day after tomorrow, so he should not be as confused as Zhongyong.

Xi Qi still listened, and only felt that Yan Yan's next words would be more unexpected to him and more able to surprise him.

"There is still an endless stream of people begging for poetry, but the young man is based on life, although he reads a lot of books, but his knowledge can't keep up with the novelty that others want, he is getting more and more tired of writing poetry, and his literary style is becoming more and more ordinary, and later he can't even write limerick poems. ”

When the people saw that he was not as good as the rumors, they stopped paying attention. ”

So this young man still has the same ending as Zhong Yong? Zhao Hushan pursed her lips.

Speaking of this, Jiang Youyan stopped. Seeing that the two brothers were thinking, she blinked, "But a few years later, the young man who is not popular with him has won three yuan in a row, and the title of the gold list is known to the world." ”

"Alas?" Is this god turning point open?

Zhao Hushan's fox eyes widened, why did it look like a counterattack, he looked at his sister again, and thought whimsically, wasn't it worn?

"What did he do all those years?"

"First locked himself in his home and was decadent, and then he went out to travel, so wide-minded, living up to his talent and his own wishes, coupled with his tireless work and tirelessness, he naturally stood back at the top. ”

Live up to your talent and your will?

Zhao Hushan immediately thought of Lu Yu, and so did Xi Qi.

The boy in the mouth of the rouge is like entering a copy of Lu Yu in time and space.

Seeing Zhao Hushan's strange expression, thinking that he didn't believe it, Jiang Youyan pouted, "What Yan Yan said is true, that young man is Yan Yan's father." ”

"Even in the middle of the three yuan, Daddy is amazing. ”

"Well, Rouge's father is very powerful. Xi Qi, who noticed the little girl's aggrieved little expression, rubbed the little girl's head.

Jiang Youyan took her own affairs as an example, "Rouge likes to compose poems, but she has always been compared with other ladies, and Rouge doesn't like it." ”

The sky is about to light up.

Xi Qi's eyelids moved, and he tightened his brows, he drank too much last night, only to feel dizzy and nauseous, and he was just about to raise his hand and press his temple, but there was a pause.

There is a shallow breath in the ear, regular and long.

His face instantly became gloomy, and the wind and rain were coming, so he opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

Then he froze in place.

But it was a familiar and unfamiliar face.

What is familiar is that this face, he has seen it up close for a year.

And the strangeness is because, after four years, she has matured, the baby fat on her face has faded, her chin is pointed, and she is a delicate melon seed face with a beautiful arc.

Just like he imagined many times how she would grow up.

"Rouge. He muttered, the frost-condensed eyes softening for a moment.

He's dreaming.

I even dreamed of a little girl.

After she suddenly appeared and disappeared four years ago, they waited in the apartment for a long time to believe that she really wouldn't show up again, but even so, the four of them would return to the apartment once a year to get together.

"The little girl has grown up. He sighed softly, and took pity on her emaciation, "It's just a little thinner." ”

"There's still some meat that's cuter. ”

He reached out to rub the little girl's hair.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang You's misty eyes instantly sobered up, and his eyes were cold.

Her voice was cold and distant, looking at him like she was looking at a stranger.

"I am—"

I'm your ice cube brother.

Xi Qi found that he couldn't speak, and even his body was not under his control.

Jiang Youyan's expression was very strange, she didn't miss the surprise in his eyes when she woke up and the hurt after hearing her words, but this was the weirdest thing, how could this person look at her with such crooked eyes.

Fortunately, in the blink of an eye, the person in front of him returned to his usual appearance of a kaolin flower on the outside, but it was actually black on the inside.

"What's wrong with Madame?" he asked.

Madame, what ma'am! Xi Qi was shocked by the words that came out of his mouth.

Jiang Youyan glanced at him, then shook his head and said coldly, "It's okay." ”

Then he got up from the bed and naturally straightened his clothes, and then lifted the hem of his skirt to step over him.

He directly grabbed Jiang Youyan's wrist.

Jiang Youyan frowned and looked at the hand.

"Madame's hair is in a mess. He chuckled, then raised his hand to pin a strand of hair from the corner of Jiang You's sideburns behind his ear.

Jiang Youyan didn't avoid his movements, just looked at his eyes that were always smiling, and frowned again.

Then I got off the house.

Outside the door, the maids waiting for orders rushed in.

After serving Jiang Yourou to the screen, he changed his clothes, cleaned his face and rinsed his mouth, and dressed up.

And during this period, he always watched Jiang Youyan's every move with a shallow smile and admired a work of art, without a trace of impatience.

Jiang Yourou glanced at the maid's reddish cheeks, and then glanced at the man who woke up strange today.

The man smiled at her.

Jiang Youyan retracted her gaze, lifted her skirt and walked out of the door.

The carved gate closes in front of the eyes, blocking out the light from the outside.

The man who originally had a light smile said in a voice like ice slag: "Why are you back again?"

What? Xi Qi, who also had an ice-like face, said suspiciously.

"Didn't you say that it was the last time you appeared!" the man asked, followed by a very disdainful mockery, "Why do you regret it?"

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