Jiang Changan said with a smile: "Old man Song's calligraphy must be well preserved, but I still owe this old man a few carts of wine......

Remembering that when he first came to the Qinglian Sect in the past, he took the half of the poem of the old man Song in the library pavilion, Jiang Changan also said that it was thrown away, but he didn't expect Su Shangjun to really frame it well.

The past is as vivid as yesterday, but the Si people have passed away, and Jiang Changan is inevitably a little melancholy in his heart.

Su Shangjun also knew what Jiang Changan had in mind, and said: "You are also too sad, seeing that the Qinglian Sect is getting better and better, if the eldest grandfather knows, he will definitely feel very relieved......

"I'm fine, but you, how are you feeling?" Jiang Changan asked.

"Much better......"

The two of them were in such an environment, and they didn't know what to say after saying greetings, and the scene was a little embarrassing for a while.

After a while, Jiang Changan was the first to speak: "I'm sorry. ”

"Why say you're sorry?"

Jiang Changan said with a smile: "If it weren't for me, this would not have happened to the Qinglian Sect. ”

Chu Meifeng and Xia Ji were all coming at him, and it can be said that this matter has nothing to do with the Qinglian Sect from beginning to end.

Hearing this, Su Shangjun looked up at his eyes, looked serious, and said, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid the Qinglian Sect would have changed its name to Liu a long time ago, and even if it didn't, the situation would not be much better than today." Besides, you are the gentleman of my Qinglian Sect, and if my Qinglian Sect Mr. Jiang is in trouble, how can the Qinglian Sect sit idly by?

Su Shangjun is telling the truth, the Qinglian Sect is already a precarious situation, even if she has worked hard to maintain it over the years, under Liu Xiong's power, she will immediately face the end of falling apart, but it seems that there is a providence in the dark, and at the most critical time, God sent this man to her side.

"What about you?" Su Shangjun raised his head and asked, "If there is no such thing, you ...... Will you come back to visit?"

"What to visit?"

Su Shangjun's tone was a little complaining: "You are the gentleman of the Qinglian Sect, what I said is naturally that you come back to see these disciples, what else can it be." ”

"I think so. Jiang Changan smiled, "When I come back this time and see the scenery here, everything is no different from two years ago, it's good." ”

Su Shangjun showed a sense of loss in his heart, his eyebrows lowered slightly, and asked, "Where are you going this time?"

Some people have a life with wind and are destined to wander all their lives, Jiang Changan is undoubtedly this kind of person, she knows this very well.

"Go south. ”

"Kyoto Imperial City!" Su Shangjun exclaimed. Seeing Jiang Chang'an's acquiescence, he knew that this was something he had decided, and it was difficult to change it.

"When will you come back?"

"If it's fast, I'll be back in a few months. Jiang Changan smiled, "But if you're unlucky, you may be sleeping there, hehe." ”

Su Shangjun couldn't laugh, she could feel the helplessness when he said this.

Jiang Chang'an swept his eyes inadvertently, and saw that there was still a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, and the inkstone had been dried, and he hadn't moved for a long time, but the strange thing was that half of the rice paper on the case was written, about a few words.

It is the poems that Jiang Chang'an once wrote that were copied and hung on the wall, but they learned their shapes but did not get their meanings, and they always looked a little strange.

Jiang Changan deliberately pretended to have just seen it, and said with a smile: "Yo, our great sect master, which calligraphy master's masterpiece is this copying? Let me take a look." ”

"Don't ......," Su Shangjun said excitedly. She propped herself up, staggered to the table and put away the paper roll, although she stopped Jiang Changan's curiosity in time, but she had a little regret in her heart, and said with low eyebrows: "It's not everyone, it's just a scoundrel with a very thick skin!"

"Oh?" Teasing this usually serious and dignified sect master, Jiang Changan felt that it was very interesting, and continued to laugh: "Then I want to see what this guy writes? No matter how thick his skin is, he can be thicker than me?

"Hehe......" Su Shangjun was amused by Jiang Changan, his eyes were bright, his face was peachy, and the smile and smile that the world said were touching people's souls, but that's it.

"You said you are a close disciple of the predecessor of the Scholar Sage...... Su Shangjun leaned to the side, transcribed the writing position before the case for him, walked to the corner of the table and picked up the ink stone on the inkstone and gently grinded it, and said with a smile: "Then ask the calligrapher of Jiang University to show his hand?"

Jiang Changan smiled slightly, showing off his skills in front of beauties, and no normal man would refuse.

Jiang Changan took up the pen and thought about it, and after a while, his eyes showed a hint of a smile, and he wrote:

"The sky is close at hand, people are north and south. Who moves with red sleeves, dreams of Zhongying Qinglian. The small candle red window, who is the mood because of it? The slender waist is like a cut, Cui Dai is holding a light cigarette, and her pink eyelashes are tears. ”

A word, a word that is the least like a word, an obvious lover's word that could not be more obvious.

When Su Shangjun read the last sentence, he screamed, only to feel that his cheeks seemed to be hot and hot in the hot June day for two hours.

Despite this, the more I look at it, the more I rejoice.

Frankly speaking, although Jiang Chang'an's calligraphy is not as self-contained as Zhang Yunzhi, it is really enough to be called a master.

Su Shangjun has never seen anyone who can write scribbled words so beautifully.

"Do you like it?" Jiang Changan asked.

Su Shangjun's face was even redder, and he didn't look down at his toes like a little girl, but he was also shy and speechless for a while.

Jiang Changan sighed and said, "It seems that our eldest lady doesn't like this, so she threw ...... away."

"You dare!" Su Shangjun raised his mutton fat warm chin, and wrote domineeringly on his cheeks, "This is the old lady's thing, whoever moves me will not finish with whom!".

"Does the sect master like it? or doesn't like it?"

Like two words that have been blocked in Su Shangjun's throat and can't spit out a word, but he still nodded stubbornly.

"Then does the sect master like words, or words?" Jiang Changan asked aggressively.

"I like ......," Su Shangjun said, but the sound was like a mosquito.

"What? I didn't hear clearly. ”

"I said I like everything!" Su Shangjun said loudly, snatching the words away, but the force was used too violently, and the effect of the medicine was not dissipated.

"Although the toxicity in your body has dissipated, but your body is weak, lie down and rest obediently......" Jiang Changan helped Su Shangjun to the bed, removed the cotton pillow under the back of the chair, and gently put her down and lay down.

"What about you?" Su Shangjun didn't dare to stare directly at Jiang Changan, like a restrained little girl, which was in his own room, it was clearly more like entering Jiang Changan's room and lying on his bed.

"I'm here to stay, don't worry. Jiang Changan said with a smile.

Hearing this, for some reason, Su Shangjun didn't have a trace of worry, but breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, feeling more stable.

At this moment, Jiang Changan saw a yellowed scroll at the head of the bed.

A yellowed and wrinkled scroll, although it can be seen that it is well kept, but due to the increase in the number of folding, it is inevitably worn, but it is seen that there are three vaguely distinguishable handwriting written on it - "Dream of Red Mansions".

Jiang Changan couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, as early as when he was a child, he relied on the four famous novels that he never forgot to read, as well as all kinds of martial arts, plus Jiang Chang'an's already smart profiteer's brain, when he was young, he didn't make less money in Jiangzhou, but later, as he grew older and piracy was rampant, many books were gone, so he was scolded by others in front of Jiangfu.

Su Shangjun also discovered where Jiang Chang'an's gaze was, snatched the book into the quilt like a frightened rabbit, and didn't dare to look directly into Jiang Changan's eyes anymore. I found Jiang Changan chuckling.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Su Shangjun.

"I didn't expect that Sect Master Su was also a fan of my books, and I didn't expect that there were so many books in my mouth, and Sect Master Su loved to read this book......" Jiang Changan said with a smile, when he read Dream of Red Mansions, he read it five times before he barely saw the end.

Su Shangjun's cheeks were hot for a while, and he didn't want the people in front of him to find out, so he had to curl up desperately in the bed.