Small feathers? It seems that there was once a person who called her like this, He Xiangwan sometimes fell in love with her, and when the love was intense, he would call her 'Little Feather', saying that she tickled his heart like a little feather......

This is a secret name, only she and He Xiangwan know each other, but I didn't expect it to be called out in the mouth of the great master today!

Is it supposed to be a coincidence?

Still is......

She couldn't help but glance at the great master again, and saw him sitting there with his eyes slightly lowered, the wind blowing the corners of his hair and clothes, and the indescribable grace flowed.

She was shocked in her heart, this look-

There is a faint taste of He Xiangwan......

There was a faint twitch in her heart, and she suddenly felt a desire to lift the mask on his face and see his face......

"What are you doing for the teacher like this? Don't know each other? The great master leisurely lifted the hot copper kettle from the stove and slowly filled the small plum blossom kettle.

Luo Qingyu coughed and looked away.

I smiled bitterly in my heart, how could it be!

He Xiangwan doesn't have such a powerful momentum as a great master!

He was more like a big brother next door.

Sunny, handsome, elegant, and a little shy......

usually seems gentle and harmless, but only when he is in love with her, is he full of a kind of dominance and plunder-

If you talk about likeness, Zi Sanghe is more similar in the evening, with a similar appearance, a similar temperament, and even some habits......

A plate of pastries was placed beside her at some point, and she was a little distracted, and before she knew it, she picked it up and ate it, and when she woke up, a plate of pastries had all entered her stomach......

As soon as she looked up, she saw that the great master was looking at her with a smile, and his eyes were slightly teasing.

Luo Qingyu was also a little embarrassed, coughed dryly, and smiled: "Master, this pastry tastes good." ”

"It's really good." The great master replied slowly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to wipe the remaining pastry foam from the corner of her lips: "You have a good appetite." ”

His movements were smooth and natural, Luo Qingyu froze, as if he didn't expect him to make such intimate and natural movements: "Disciple, disciple has gone to copy documents." "Turn around and go.

Luo Qingyu went back to copy the paperwork again.

Although it was already lunchtime, the great master did not urge her to go down to eat again.

And with that plate of pastries in her belly, she was no longer hungry.

I'm so happy I don't have to climb that ice mushroom anymore.

Now although it is a lot easier for her to climb the ice mushroom, it will still take some effort, she is lazy, and it is a trip to save it.

The Great Master was still sitting there drinking tea.

Luo Qingyu found that he seemed to be fond of tea and would drink a pot every day......

There were petals flying all over his head, and several of them falling on him, and he sat there so lazily, the beauty of the scenery was like a painting......

The brush in Luo Qingyu's hand traced it unconsciously.

A few strokes sketch a simple figure of a person, with flying hair, fluttering corners, and a mask that covers his face......

Luo Qingyu was an agent in her previous life, and this tracing and painting was naturally a compulsory course, but her painting at that time was infinitely close to the real thing, striving for realism, like a foreign oil painting.