Chapter 105: Zhuang Sheng's Dream Butterfly (2) One Change

At this time, when the sun was setting, a young man like a spring moon willow appeared at the door with a golden halo. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At that moment, Liuya stopped crying, her mind was completely blank, and she only knew how to stare straight at the figure.

The door is only three meters away from the place where Liuya is sitting, but Liuya doesn't know why, but it feels as if it has been separated by a lifetime.

This glance is like the deepest memory that has been found through countless years.

Just as Liuya's heart moved, the young man at the door smiled. That smile was like a breeze blowing away the clouds and mist, and it also blew away the movement in Liuya's heart.

At that moment, Qing Yin, who was meditating in a dark secret room, also had a satisfied smile on his face. The lost family affection, and the face that had been separated by countless times, made her spirit no longer struggle, but sink deeply......

"Little girl, what are you doing here with me before your feet are well?" Xue Linghan looked at the little girl standing at the gate of his courtyard with a small cane and one foot crossed, and shook his head helplessly.

Just as Xue Linghan held her hand, Liuya crossed the threshold and said with a smile: "I'll come to see Mr.! I've been lying in bed for more than half a month, and if I don't get up again, my bones are sore!"

Xue Linghan raised his hand and stroked her forehead, bringing her slightly sweaty broken hair behind her ears, and there was some reproach in her clear voice: "You ran away secretly, right?

Liuya stuck out her tongue and said coquettishly: "Sir, you just let me play here, don't send me back, okay? ”

A girl with a little bit of skin in her delicate will always make people unable to refuse, and Xue Linghan is not exempt from vulgarity. He helped the little girl to sit on the stone bench in the courtyard. Picking up her little cane and gently setting it aside, "What are you going to play? I'm not going to allow you to move." ”

Liuya frowned and said, "Don't move! Then Mr. tell me a story!"

"Uh...... Tell a story again?"

"yes, I remembered. I haven't finished talking about "The Legend of Laurels" that Mr. talked about last time! ”

"Didn't you say that I was too bland, and took the book back to read it for myself?"

"Did I say that? sir. You must be misremembering. Sir, speak quickly. I want to hear it!"

This fairy-like man, seeing that the little girl was using this trick again, didn't say anything, turned around and went into the kitchen. When he came out again, he carried a basin filled with warm water and placed it on the stone table. On the edge of the basin was a small white handkerchief, on which an unknown object was embroidered crookedly.

On weekdays, because Liuya always said that life lies in sports, she often dragged her husband to jump with a thin hemp rope. Although Xue Shusheng felt a little unsightly, he couldn't help her to play coquettish tricks with all kinds of means. I had to jump with her a few times. After getting used to it, I also felt that it seemed to be good for the body, so I used this method to exercise generously.

This little handkerchief was specially prepared for Liuya, and it took her an afternoon to poke a few holes in her little finger before she successfully left her mark on it.

Liuya happily washed her little hands and face, and did not forget to urge in her mouth: "Sir, talk quickly." I'm still waiting to hear it!"

"What's the hurry. I'll have to wait until I've poured the water before I start talking. Xue Shusheng's words were full of helplessness and spoiling.

Time passed slowly in a clear voice and a slightly flat tone......

I looked different and began to doze off early. On the contrary, the little girl who was in high spirits, Xue Shusheng couldn't help but stop the story he was telling and asked:

"Don't you often say that I tell a story like I'm reading, and reading a book is like singing some lullaby?

Liuya held her little face. looked at her husband with a wink: "I said that Mr. is like singing a lullaby, and I am complimenting Mr. for his good voice!"

"Uh...... Is there such a saying?"

"Of course, if you listen to a rough and difficult sound, will you still be able to sleep?" said Liuya's little face with a smug smile: "So." That's my praise for my husband!"

"Well, you've got a lot of crookedness. Now that the story is over, what do you want to do next?

The six chicks nodded their heads: "Mm-hmm." Okay, sir, let's go to the study!"

When she got to the study, Liuya saw two chairs, one high and one low, next to the desk. She smirked again.

The chair, which was tall but had a back that was half as short as the others, was specially tailored for her when Xue Shusheng asked someone to make furniture under her intentional or unintentional hints.

Because the chair is very heavy, Xue Shusheng helps her set up the position every time, so that she can sit on it and write comfortably. At the beginning, he had to move the distance a few times under the command of Liuya, and after a few times, Xue Shusheng waved his hand, which was already the most ideal position.

Xue Shusheng crossed Liuya's waist with both hands, lifted her to the chair, and began to study the ink.

His slender white fingers gripped a strip of ink and grinded it at an even speed. The white robe, the white fingers, the thick black ink, and the surrounding furniture exude a warm halo of goose yellow, which sets off this scene like the most tranquil sunset.

Liuya held her breath, as if she was afraid that if she was not careful, she would destroy this elegance that only belonged to the person in front of her.

When Xue Shusheng was concentrating on one thing, he always gave Liu Ya a feeling of detachment from the world, as if there was nothing around him, and even time seemed to stand still.

Gently put down the ink strip, and when he saw the little girl looking at him stupidly, he was already accustomed to it: "Look at you, you're in a daze again! Tell me, what words do you want to practice today?"

This kind of dialogue is a frequent occurrence between the master and the apprentice, because the content of the teacher's teaching is often determined by the students. What words to learn, what books to read, and which ones to practice are all up to Liuya.

It's just because she once said: "I don't go to take the imperial examination, since Mr. taught me, he must teach me what I am interested in, so that I can learn quickly and well!" Xue Shusheng, who heard this, was slightly stunned, and immediately agreed with her statement: "You are also good." Interest is indeed the best teacher, well, it's up to you. ”

Now that she heard that Mr. was asking her again, Liuya came back to her senses and thought about it: "Sir, last time I heard you read a poem, what kind of trick did it start with, I sound very good, let's practice this word today." ”

Xue Shusheng responded lightly, dipped the paper in the pen, and waved his hand to print a few lines of elegant words on the paper:

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight? (To be continued.) )