The third, third, and second times are lonely and sleepless

After writing, he threw down the pen, picked up the paper, leaned back in the chair very comfortably, looked at the words on the paper, and read it softly twice, not knowing what kind of mood he had, he really felt bored. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

That's it!

He threw the paper away, sighed in his heart, stood up, and went around the room in circles. I feel like an insect surrounded by a cocoon, and the walls are tough and difficult to break, and I can't rush out no matter how much I sprint.

He felt a chill in his heart, and this feeling startled him, he didn't know why he felt the way he did, it shouldn't be.

"Third brother. There was a crisp call from outside the door.

Murong Shu was happy in his heart, okay, it won't be so boring today. As soon as he turned around, a man had already floated into the room.

It's Murong Jie. She smiled and said, "Third brother, what are you doing alone in the room?"

Murong Shu smiled: "Why did you come back so early?, is the young master of the Zhu family willing to let you go?"

Murong Jie smiled and said, "Why didn't he let us go." She walked over as she spoke, poured a cup of tea on the table, and took a few sips: "Today, Sister Xinya and Sister Xinquan sang a lot of songs, dancing and singing, which made my stomach hurt with laughter." ”

"I think you've sung a lot, too. Murong Shu smiled and looked at his sister.

"There, I didn't sing much. Murong Jie said, and took two sips of tea.

"You still said that you didn't sing, why are you so thirsty?" Murong Jie smiled and looked around: "Third brother, you didn't go today, Sister Xinya asked many times, and said that you were angry?" she said, saw a paper ball on the ground, and picked it up: "What is this?"

Murong Shu originally heard her mention Zhu Xinya, so he turned around and paced, but when he heard her words, he turned around and saw her holding a piece of paper, with a smug smile on her face, he hurriedly ran over, wanting to snatch the paper from her hand, "Give it to me." ”

Murong Jie turned around deftly and dodged: "You first explain who this 'person' is that 'remembering people are all in silence'?"

"How do I know who it is. Murong Shu said: "I write nonsense casually." ”

"Don't lie to me, it must be a young lady," Murong Jie grinned and put her hands behind her back: "If you don't say it, I won't give it to you." ”

"I don't want it anymore, you just take it. ”

Seeing him like this, Murong Jie begged him in turn: "Third brother, tell me okay, I can help you." ”

Murong Shu frowned greatly and did not speak.

Murong Jie couldn't help but be surprised when she saw that his expression had changed: "What's the matter? Third brother." ”

"Nothing. Murong Shu laboriously focused his thoughts here, smiled faintly, and asked, "Fourth sister, have they come back?"

"Of course it's back. Murong Jie immediately said: "I'm here to tell you that the fourth sister has invited the sisters of the Zhu family and the young master to Hongbin Building for dinner tomorrow, and you must go when the time comes." ”

"Hongbin Building!" Murong Shu said softly.

"Yes, third brother," Murong Jie said, "You must go, you are not allowed to be absent." ”

The dinner at Hongbin House was very rich.

Murong Shu sat at the table, looking at the dishes on the table, and couldn't help but think of the scene a few days ago, when he invited Zhong Mengshuang and them to dinner a few days ago, he frowned slightly, and his ears seemed to hear Su Feiyujiao smile and ask: "Brother Murong, who do you want to please?"

He raised his eyes and looked around, but there was no innocent little sister, but he heard her voice in his ears: "It's either her or Sister Mengshuang, and there is no one else." Brother Murong, isn't it?"

He frowned, gritted his teeth, sighed in his heart, and asked himself: Is it?

He looked up and saw a cheerful and lively girl opposite, not the serene, serene, picturesque girl. This is Zhu Xinquan, the second lady of the Zhu family.

He sighed in his heart, alas!

It was late at night.

Murong Shu's mind was thinking about the bits and pieces since he met Zhong Mengshuang.

“…… Why don't you let me do my landlord's duty?" she smiled softly.

He frowned, he immediately refused, and her smile immediately turned into a bitter smile, and that bitter smile flashed through his mind, how long ago was this?

Trimester!

It was the first time he had seen her, and at that time, he was attracted to another girl, so her voice did not remain in his heart, and he almost forgot about it in the blink of an eye. Now that he thinks about it, his heart aches faintly.

He remembered that he went to Zhong's house to inquire about Bai Bingshuang's whereabouts, and she was happy and then worried, could it be that he had a place in her heart at that time? And he, he didn't take her to heart at that time.

Now, does he have her in mind?

It should be. These days, he often thinks of her, the girl who is as incomprehensible, magical, esoteric and light as a poem!

He frowned, and the soft, gentle girl would be so furious and gnashing of teeth, and his heart ached even more.

Sitting upright, he reached out and picked up the flask on the table, filled the glass, and drank it all, the wine rushing into his stomach with a wave of melancholy.

He poured another cup and drank it again. So, he poured the wine into his stomach cup after glass until the flask was dry.

He tapped his slightly aching head, sighed deeply, and stood up, wanting to find some more wine.

Opened the door, there was silence outside, and there was a drumbeat in the distance.

Before he knew it, he had come to the garden, which was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly, and although there was moonlight, it only shone some hazy shadows of the trees.

He remembered how happy and chic it used to be when he used to drink and talk about poetry and joust with his sisters and friends in this garden.

At that time, he was a merry boy who didn't know what lovesickness was.

He thought that he liked all the beautiful girls in the world, but he would never shed tears for their lovesickness, let alone sleep and eat for the sake of girls, and he would be haggard and thin.

But now, when he could not sleep all night, and walked alone in this deserted garden, what did it mean? He looked up at the sky, sighed, and groaned:

"Short hair Xiao sparse sleeves cold,

Steady and wide,

All the way to the West River.

Carefully weigh the Beidou,

Vientiane as a guest,

Snap the strings and whistle,

I don't know what day it is?"

After groaning, he suddenly felt a shock to his body and mind, thought for a moment, and hurried back to his room.

He stood in front of the bed, then, quickly, packed up a bag of clothes, took out a few silver tickets from a box, and then, taking down the sword hanging on the wall, looked around, turned and walked towards the door, and remembered something when one foot was about to step over the threshold. He walked back to the bookcase, put the sword on the desk, took a piece of paper, and wrote:

"Daddy, the child has some things to do, go out for a few days, and will be back soon. father

Mother don't worry!

Er Shu respectfully

March 27 Morning"

Then, he took a ruler and pressed it on paper, picked up his saber, and went out the door.