Yang Zhaowu in the study of the long corridor of the small lake in the backyard was concentrating on practicing calligraphy, and suddenly there was a commotion in his ears, his hand was slammed, a drop of ink was impregnated, he helplessly put down the pen, pressed down the paperweight, and got up to rush out of the door. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the distance, I saw a bunch of maids and servants in the corridor, clamoring around a small round ball of meat. The small meat ball in a red jacket could climb over the threshold and stumble towards him.

Yang Zhaowu stretched out his hand to hold the small meat ball, but he still underestimated the weight of the small meat ball and was knocked back a step. The bottom of the shirt was tight, and I felt that I was being dragged by someone, and when I looked down again, I was not surprised that the white piping brocade robe I had just put on my body had two more small black slap prints.

Before he had time to smile bitterly, the little ball of meat was already in front of him. A round face, round eyes, and a round and small water chestnut mouth are talking: "Brother Zhaowu, the ink that my father hid, give it to you!" ”

Yang Zhaowu looked at it, the two big and round watery black grape-like eyes looked at him flatteringly, and his heart softened. Look at the pair of white fleshy little hands, and hold two broken pieces of Hui Mo as if offering treasures, even if the palms of the hands are already pitch black. I could only sigh slightly and smile lightly: "Sister Xin, my mother sent me good ink, I have someone to practice calligraphy, don't go to Uncle Xie's ink again." ”

The little meat ball thought that Brother Zhaowu disliked her and accidentally broke the ink, so he didn't want to. So the big round eyes blinked slightly, and the round tears began to fall down in large clusters, and Yang Zhaowu suddenly felt that the place where he had just lost his tooth a few days ago began to hurt again. Seeing that the tears were getting bigger and bigger, he had to comfort the little meat ball softly: "Brother Zhaowu likes his sister's ink the most, don't cry, Brother Zhaowu will write with his sister's ink now." As soon as the words fell, the tears of the little meat ball stopped abruptly, and he showed his smiling face again, and followed Brother Zhaowu madly, watching Brother Zhaowu write, helping Brother Zhaowu sharpen his ink, and then, it was another study disaster!

Yang Zhaowu was eight years old that year, and Xie Yixin was five years old.

In the early morning of the cold winter wax moon, the rooster just crowed three times, and the genius was slightly bright, and Yang Zhaowu had already begun to practice in the courtyard.

Just as he was tying iron blocks to his feet, hanging iron balls in both hands, burning a pillar of incense under his buttocks, and struggling to tie his horse, there was a chaotic cry of chickens and dogs jumping on the other side of the courtyard partition wall.

Dressed with the screams of a little girl: "Brother Zhaowu! Brother Zhaowu, I also want to practice! Let me go over......" Yang Zhaowu couldn't hold back for a while, and a meat ball appeared in his mind, squatting there and sneering, and the result was miserable, with three more holes in his pants, and he was punished for an extra hour every day.

Yang Zhaowu was nine years old that year, and Xie Yixin was six years old.

Yang Zhaowu, who took the two small servants Pingning and Pingfeng to the street, walked in front, and Xie Yixin, surrounded by a bunch of maids, followed behind.

When Young Master Yang heard the fifth "sigh", he finally couldn't help but turn around, Miss Xie's little chubby girl had already fallen for the fifth time. The little chubby girl's eyes full of tears fell down when she saw Brother Zhaowu finally turn his head to look.

While crying, like a ball of meat, he rolled in front of Brother Zhaowu and motioned to Brother Zhaowu to wipe his tears. Yang Zhaowu helplessly wiped the little chubby girl's face, let the little chubby girl drag him forward with great interest, and listened to the little chubby girl say as he walked: "Brother Zhaowu, I want to invite you to eat mushroom buns, sugar gourds, meat sandwich buns...... Young Master Yang can only keep wiping the saliva that the little chubby girl is talking to.

I couldn't help it, and said: "Sister Xin, I don't want to eat, you can't eat anymore, if you eat again, you will be fatter than Aunt Ma on the adjacent street." ”

The little chubby girl stared at her big round eyes and said coquettishly: "I don't want to grow like Aunt Ma!" Does Brother Zhaowu like to be in the house? Yang Zhaowu nodded, nonsense! Who likes a fat pig! It's just that the round chubby girl is also cute!

Yang Zhaowu was ten years old that year, and Xie Yixin was seven years old.

On the Yang family's horse training ground on the outskirts of the city, the young master of the Yang family was galloping on horseback, and several carriages stopped on the side of the road not far away, and there were bursts of screams inside: "I also want to ride a horse!" I also want to accompany Brother Zhaowu on horseback! ”

I saw that several pairs of hands couldn't stop a small figure, and a little girl who was still a little baby fat on her face struggled to get out of the carriage. Under the grass, under the sun, it was a little beauty with pink makeup. The upper body is light green with a slanted buckle pipa jacket, and the bottom is wearing a pink and purple horse-faced skirt.

I saw the little beauty running towards the stable, and a bunch of maids and servants around her ran behind, and the battle was quite amazing. Seeing this, Yang Zhaowu, who was in the distance, hurriedly turned his horse's head and galloped towards the stable.

When the little beauty arrived at the stable, she wanted to rush in to lead the horse, but the little maids guarding the stable did not dare to block it too much, and they did not dare to really let Miss Xie in, what if she was kicked by the horse? Mrs. Yang, Master Xie, Young Master Yang hasn't skinned himself yet! Just when the little guys were embarrassed and saddened, the savior finally came back, and only Young Master Yang could restrain the rude and willful Miss Xie.

Yang Zhaowu turned over and dismounted, grabbed the jumping little beauty, and said with a straight face: "Sister Xin, you are still young and can't ride a horse, if you fall, Uncle Xie will be worried." The little beauty blinked her big eyes, seeing that tears were about to overflow, Yang Zhaowu's teeth began to hurt again, so she had to agree to take her on a horse. Carrying the little beauty on the horse, she was trapped between her arms in front of the seat, and with a shake of the reins, the horse jogged, gradually picking up, and the laughter like silver bells came from the wind.

Yang Zhaowu was eleven years old that year, and Xie Yixin was eight years old.

Songshan Academy is the most famous academy in Jinling, and it is strict that there is only one day off in ten days, and when it comes to the holidays, on the bluestone courtyard dam outside the academy, a bunch of carriages are waiting to pick up people.

At the end of the Shen period, the door of the Red Lacquer Courtyard slowly opened, and a group of students from the academy came out. The entourage, the little maids, and the maids all opened their eyes wide to find their masters, and in the midst of the commotion, a crisp and pleasant voice sounded: "Brother Zhaowu, I'm here!" ”

Everyone followed the aftermath, a girl with a double maid and a white fairy skirt with a straight collar stuck her head out of the window of a black lacquered pear blossom wooden carriage, smiling like water, with a cherry nose and a cherry mouth, waving her right hand. I saw that because his right hand was raised too high, Liuxian Guang sleeve slipped on his elbow, revealing an arm that deceived the frost and snow, and with a string of crystal clear red coral beads on his wrist, it looked even more slippery and delicate like jade, making people want to touch it and try whether it was warm nephrite.

As soon as Yang Zhaowu walked out of the gate of the academy, his eyes were dazzled by the whiteness, his heart was suddenly angry, and he rushed over angrily, pulled down his sleeves, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Sister Xin, my daughter's family should be quiet and chaste, what kind of system do you shout about?" The head of the mantis retracted the carriage curtain with a "bang", and the curtain was lowered with a "snap", Yang Zhaowu saw that Xie Yixin was being taught, and just nodded to relieve his anger.

A white and tender little hand stretched out from the side of the front curtain of the carriage, accompanied by a soft and greasy smile: "Brother Zhaowu, I haven't seen you for a month, I will go out of the city to pick you up after lunch, but you will scold people when you meet." ”

That year, Yang Zhaowu was twelve years old and Xie Yixin was nine years old.