The story of Lu Yu is not so thrilling or ups and downs.

A fourteen-year-old boy, under the strict teaching of his grandfather, who was born in a scholarly family, had to put away his mind to play and began to study seriously in accordance with the rules. His favorite reading is "The Classic of Mountains and Seas". There are bizarre mountain and wild spirits, beautiful mountains and rivers, brilliant and deep sun, moon and stars, and too many new and little-known strange people.

Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate.

He was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

Although his grandfather was happy to see him studying, he was very strict with him. He asked him to read "Compendium of Materia Medica", "The Emperor's Neijing", and "Treatise on Typhoid Fever", although he was unwilling, he also had at least nine points of thought. Because if he reads well, his grandfather will be kind and give him half a day to read his favorite books.

The days went round and round on the old Western clock. It is said to be one of the treasures given to the Lu family by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, and it has been passed down from generation to generation as an heirloom.

Lu Yu was still young at that time, and he asked suspiciously, was it really rewarded by Emperor Qianlong? Grandpa would suddenly get up, with a straight face, and his eyes flashed with a light that he couldn't understand, and he replied firmly: Naturally, yes.

Grandpa said yes, then naturally.

He couldn't be more sophisticated anyway.

Xiyang Zhong is so old and too old, he calls it Lao Xi. In the days of silent reading, it was Lao Xi who accompanied him through countless springs, summers and winters. The height of the boy is also like a bamboo that sees the wind, and he rises up from the joints, and in a blink of an eye, he grows into a handsome young man. The impetuosity and impulsiveness on those bodies also slowly precipitated, condensed into introverted and calm, hidden under those dark eyes.

My heart has stopped like water.

So he fell in love with calligraphy. People who have seen him a lot like to make fun of him, saying that he is a person who lives in ancient times. Lu Yu was also noncommittal, and smiled.

If a calm heart can still ripple, it's probably all because of her.

Five years ago, in the summer, my grandfather went up to the mountains to pick herbs, leaving him alone to look after the house. He was living comfortably alone, and in the afternoon, while he was dozing off on a lounger, there was a slight knock on the door.

He thought it was someone playing a prank, so he didn't bother to get up and continued to lie in the shade of the tree.

However, the person outside the door also seemed to be a stubborn person, and the knock continued to come tenaciously.

In contrast, even the cicada chirping is much better than that sound. Lu Yu finally got annoyed and got up, maybe someone was really in a hurry.

This old man doesn't say hello to others when he goes out, so that the patient will pounce on him.

He sneered, pressed the doorbell microphone, and said lazily, "Come in, remember to lock the door." ”

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor and looked out into the doorway, half of his body hidden behind the light brown curtains, and the sun only shone on his eyes.

A girl pushed open the iron door and walked in, her face was almost transparent, she frowned, she didn't have an umbrella, and she walked in the scorching sun.

Fortunately, their house was shaded by a group of trees, and she walked a few steps, as if she was very satisfied with the environment, and nodded to herself, a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Lu Yu flattened his mouth, looking at this weak little appearance, he was really a pampered young lady. came to their house and showed such a critical gaze, just find an excuse to send her away.

Unexpectedly, Miss Jiao walked to his chair and stopped, she shook it, and then lay down.

Lu Yu was a little angry, this person regarded other people's homes as his own.

He's going to find a way to get her down.