"By the way, Gongzi, Gongzi Li is here to study at Yuelu Academy, and there is still some time before the academy recruits new people, you can talk to Gongzi Li about what to pay attention to. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ori said with a smile, and the smile looked very clean in the candlelight of the night.

"There's nothing to pay attention to, just go and follow, don't do anything that should be done, and don't do anything that shouldn't be done. Zhang Feili was not happy about the killing of the old hen, Li Yuanhao was even more annoyed when he ate with relish, and then saw that the young man opposite was three points more handsome than himself, and his annoyance turned into an evil fire, and he spoke in a strange way.

Li Yuanhao didn't care what Kong Feili thought, he was happy to eat: "Brother Zhang's suggestion, I accepted it, thank you." ”

"Hey!" The yin and yang weirdness was tolerated by the other party's open-mindedness, and Zhang Feili threw the chopsticks on the bowl.

"Ahem!" weaving and dyeing coughed, signaling Zhang Feili to pay attention to words and deeds, although Zhang Feili is the young master's son, weaving and dyeing is a servant girl, and Zhang Feili is also the master in front of outsiders, in charge of all things, but between the two mouths, as long as the weaving and dyeing is angry, revealing a trace of displeasure, Zhang Feili can only sit obediently and listen quietly.

"Li Gongzi, my son-in-law has been busy with schoolwork recently, overworked, and has a bad attitude, don't be surprised. Ori said apologetically.

Zhang Feili nodded again and again, yes, yes, overworked, overworked.

Li Yuanhao smiled: "Zhang Gongzi, I want to ask, how is the drama club in the academy now?"

Zhang Feili was slightly stunned, he was an officer in the drama club and knew the drama club very well.

The Drama Club is a very special existence in Yuelu Academy, even if the nominally "student-oriented" newspaper also has Mr. Jiaoxi, but the Drama Club is completely independent and not controlled by the Academy. The Drama Club is a testimony of the former Tang Dynasty emperor and empress against secular prejudices, because with the Drama Club, Yuelu Academy has undergone the largest reform since its establishment, and the men's and women's courts have been combined into one, without discrimination. The mountain chief Gu Yuanchang didn't care, but the deputy mountain chief Zhu Taifeng hated the drama club to the core.

In order to set up a drama club that year, the Tang Emperor and Empress Yue Yan held the first student-organized meeting, naming and naming the deputy mountain chief Zhu Taifeng to write a war letter, and wanted to debate with the deputy mountain elder in the Xiangwan Pavilion, Zhu Taifeng snorted coldly, fortunately, thinking that it was a child's self-inflicted humiliation, and when the real debate started, he found that a pair of young boys and girls opposite had done enough homework, and he was speechless. The two people on the other side didn't know how to accept it when they saw it, leaving a thin face or two for the deputy mountain elder, chasing and beating hard, breaking a little bit of the meaning of beating the water dog, so the drama club was established, even if the man became the Tang Emperor and the woman became the Tang Dynasty Queen, the deputy mountain elder was still lingering, unable to let go of the depression in his heart, and couldn't step through the hurdle.

The deputy head of Yuelu Academy has two hatreds, one hates the drama club of Yuelu Academy, and the other hates the first floor of the day in Tai'an City, the latter is not in front of him, out of sight and out of mind, the former is dangling in front of him every day, the students are wearing colorful costumes, and the singing voice of Tiannan Haibei rises and falls in the sound of reading aloud in the early morning, and the deputy mountain elder sometimes has the urge to poke his eyes and cut his ears.

The current president of the drama club is He Chengpeng, the son of the He family in the eight families of Nanliang, and today's drama club is the same as in the past, it is still a wide range of operas from all over the world, collection and arrangement, and more are self-composed and composed songs by students, which are far from the original, but there are many unique and interesting insights in it. Zhang Feili explained: "Due to the reason of the deputy head of the mountain, the drama club can't get the money for the academy's expenses, so the current income and expenditure of the drama club are funded by He Chengpeng, and it is also for this reason that the development of the drama club caters to He Chengpeng's personal preferences, less simple and stable, and goes towards gorgeous luxury." Recently, He Chengpeng is writing a book, which is a programmatic summary of the evolution and improvement of opera in the world, called "Peeping at the Stage", which is also unique, but he is restricted by his personal style of writing, and always does not enter the door, and the words he writes are not satisfactory, and he is distressed by this matter. ”

Li Yuanhao nodded, if there is any goal to strive for, it is to enter the drama class, take a look at the scenery that his father and mother saw back then, and taste their experiences.

We talked for a long time, until the candle flame burned out, and the alley fell into darkness for a while.

Weaving and dyeing counted the time, and the husband outside just said: "Childe, it's time to go back to the academy." ”

Zhang Feili looked outside, it was indeed not early, accompanied by weaving and dyeing, he went out of the shop, weaving and dyeing two eggs into Zhang Feili's hands, Zhang Feili held one in one hand, ran out very far, turned around and waved his arms at weaving and dyeing, he seemed to think that the blind girl could see, and then disappeared at the foot of Yuelu Mountain.

"Li Gongzi, you can go to the inn in the town to stay for ten days, and wait for Yuelu Academy to open to recruit new students before going up the mountain. Weaving and dyeing spoke, stretching out her hand and pointing to an inn not far away, she was more nimble than Li Yuanhao at night.

"Thank you, the weaving and dyeing girl. Li Yuanhao opened his mouth and was about to leave.

"By the way, Li Gongzi, you can get up tomorrow morning and come to the Niu family stall next to the shop for breakfast, the hot and sour noodles and tofu brain in it are a must in the town, and Brother Niu's storytelling skills are also first-class, Li Gongzi will like it. Ori Dye pointed to a small stall next to him.

It was dark, in the starlight and moonlight and the candlelight revealed by the crack of the door next to him, Li Yuanhao vaguely saw a plaque of "Niu's stall", the shop was not big, the pillar was oily, and it was sticky with oil stains, Li Yuanhao loved to be clean and didn't like it, but out of politeness, he still said thank you, and then went to the inn not far away.

Weaving and dyeing also went into the shop, plugged in the latch, and slept.

Outside the town, Yuelu Mountain lies there quietly, the top of the mountain is located Yuelu Academy, the mountainside is the courtyard, not long after, from the foot of the mountain, Zhang Feili panted and ran back, moved away from a stone in front of the shop, felt out the spare key, carefully opened the shop door, passed through the alley, came to the room where the weaving and dyeing slept, kicked off the shoes and socks, got into the quilt, hugged the weaving and dyeing a pair of cold little feet, put it in his arms, and the action was done in one go.

The weaving and dyeing body is cold, the whole body is cold, especially in winter, especially a pair of small feet, all the year round as if they are placed in an ice cellar, the old problem, and I don't know when it will be better, Zhang Feili sighed.

"Childe, why are you back?" said Orizu.

"Suddenly I want to come back, don't talk about weaving and dyeing, Childe, I'll leave tomorrow morning, and I'll sleep at home tonight. Zhang Feili said, already a little delirious.

Half-asleep and half-asleep, Zhang Feili suddenly tightened the little feet in his arms, and cried: "Weaving and dyeing, I'm sorry, I will never leave you behind in the future." ”

The blind girl touched Zhang Feili's head, as if to comfort a kitten who walked into a warm room from the heavy rain: "The weaving and dyeing knows, and the son doesn't have to blame himself." ”

In the night, she smiled, indescribably intoxicatingly shy.