Seven years ago

Yan Jinglin, strictly speaking, is not Gu Weizhi's confidant. But Gu Weizhi didn't dare to offend him. When Gu Weizhi was still a guest of the Lei family, Yan Jinglin had been Lei Xiao's teacher for many years. Later, he entered the court as a prime minister.

Although he was reluctant inside, when Yan Jinglin came to the door, Gu Weizhi still came out to greet him with great humility. came with Yan Jinglin's son, a 17-year-old young man. Regardless of character, Yan Jinglin, like Gu Weizhi, loves classics and classics very much, and has studied to the point of being a little lonely. In the entire Anguo, the only one who can talk to him seriously is Gu Weizhi. If you want to wait for Gu Weizhi to come to the door, then you will get the green water flowing backwards. Therefore, Yan Jinglin's actions were not just voluntary for Corporal Lixian.

When Yan Tianmu was talking about learning with his father and friends, he walked to the garden behind the Gu family. I thought the door was locked, but when I slowly stomped through it, I found that it was hidden. I wanted to ask if I could go in, but no one came over after looking around for a long time. He pushed the door open and walked in.

The grass is long, you can't see the warbler flying, the willow silk hangs down, a little less purple and red, it seems that no one takes care of it carefully, at most it is to sweep the dead branches and rotten leaves from the path to both sides. Walking along the path, it suddenly became enlightened. There was a lotus pond, and the pond used to be an open space, and there were stone tables and chairs, and from a distance, there was something gently swinging on the table.

He was a little curious. Look as you walk by. When he walked to the side, he saw a small child crawling on the edge of the pool, still holding a pen in his hand, and waving it. When I got closer, I saw that it was a little boy. A cloth coat.

He didn't bother him, and slowly walked behind him, only to realize that he was using a pen to dot water on the lotus leaves and make water droplets. The water droplets stopped on the lotus leaves, shining crystal clear. He couldn't help laughing, and just wanted to ask, but unexpectedly, the boy stood up violently, but when he saw Yan Tianmu, he stayed first. Yan Tianmu brocade with tied hair, long body jade, eyes are black and bright, high eyebrow bones make the eyes appear even deeper, eyebrows seem to be drawn with a pen full of ink, dense and neat, sharp upward, slightly closed lips exude a different taste, clean and lazy.

"Who are you?" the boy's voice was still milky. The clothes on his body are ordinary, but the appearance is cute and tight, pink and tender, red lips and white teeth, the most special thing is his eyes, the eyes are handsome, the tails of the eyes are obliquely upward, black and white, very spiritual, there is an indescribable charm.

"I'm me. Somehow, Yan Tianmu wanted to tease him. "What about you?"

"Me too. The boy smiled slyly, thinking to himself, it turns out that there are such good-looking men in the world.

"Are you studying here?" Yan Tianmu saw clearly that there was paper on the stone table not far away.

"My father wants me to practice calligraphy, and if I can't write well, he won't let me eat. The boy replied neatly.

"Then, who is your father?" Yan Tianmu squatted down and just looked into his eyes.

"My father, he is a poor scholar, begging for food here, otherwise he wouldn't have forced me to study so much. The little boy said with a bitter face, "These words, why don't you listen to me." ”

"Oh. Knowing that he was talking nonsense, Yan Tianmu didn't intend to expose it. "How many can I teach you?"

The boy looked at Tianmu with very innocent eyes, "How many?" When he spoke, the expression on his face was innocent. Yan Tianmu suddenly understood why someone would break his sleeve.

Her hand was held by him and moved across the paper, and she felt the hot breath he exhaled above her head, tickling, and at first she tried to be serious, and after holding it for a while, she couldn't help but laugh. But when he turned his head sideways, he noticed that his expression was very serious, so he stopped laughing and listened to his explanation. After listening to this, he got bored again, and moved his body to the side, contributing only one arm and hand for him to teach.

His eyelashes were long, long, and when you looked closely, they were double-layered, and every blink reminded her of the flapping wings of a butterfly. She looked at it and held out her hand, and he was startled, flashed back, and the pen fell.

"What are you going to do?" he frowned.

"I want to see your eyelashes. She approached him, "Will you sit down?"

"Not good. Her request made him very embarrassed, and he simply refused with a straight face.

"I'm just looking, I haven't seen double eyelashes yet. Ignoring his stinky face, she insisted. "Besides, we're all men, what are you afraid of?"

"You ......," he was furious.

"Just take a look, just take a look. Her eyes lit up, "I'm a child, you're kind to me!"

He thought for a moment, sat down on the stone chair, and closed his eyes.

Xiyan happily approached, he was really beautiful, "Okay?" He was a little nervous, and he wondered if he had fallen into some Gu.

"Right now. She tiptoed, then leaned closer and kissed his eyelashes.

It was too late for him to realize it, and as soon as he hid, there was nothing around him to rely on, so he fell directly on his back. Xiyan wanted to help, but she didn't stop him. As soon as I thought about it, I felt that something was wrong, so I grabbed the things on the table, rolled up a ball, and ran.

Watching the boy run and crawl, his anger disappeared invisibly, and he couldn't help laughing.

On the table, it was the pen that had been dropped, Yan Tianmu picked it up, took it to the pool and washed it, and then found a strap to tie it to the willow branch on the side, and let it sway gently in the wind.