In the courtyard, the sunlight lazily dispersed, and through the towering locust tree in the center, mottled on Xing Zhong's body, the breeze blew, and there was a slight friction between the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Song Yu came in and saw this peaceful and quiet picture, he swallowed his saliva, his slender fingertips clenched tightly, paused, and slowly walked towards him.

Xing Zhong's closed eyes slowly opened, and he didn't show much shock when he saw the tall and handsome figure standing in front of him. Just sat up straight, leaned out his fingertips and pointed to the opposite position, and said in a voice without ups and downs: "Sit ......"

Hearing this, Song Yu's eyes fell on the stone bench opposite, a trace of memory flashed in his eyes, he paced over in two steps, lifted the corner of his clothes, and sat down slowly.

At first, both of them were silent, the faint fragrance of acacia flowers in the air was permeating, Song Yu blinked, a small string of acacia flowers, suddenly fell slowly without warning, he poked out his slender fingertips, and the locust flowers fell on his palm as if they had a feeling.

Xing Zhong looked at his elegant movements, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, he reached out and picked up the amphora copper kettle on the stone table, poured two glasses of wine smoothly, and slowly handed them over.

Song Yu slowly raised his eyelids, watched Xing Zhong's eyebrows, gently placed the acacia flower in his palm on the stone table, and reached out to take the wine cup he handed over. The wrist twisted slightly, and the clear wine in the bronze juke shook a few times, rippling in circles.

He gently brought the bronze jue close to the bottom of his nose, inhaled elegantly, and the faint aroma of wine lingered in his nose, he took a sip slowly, the rich aroma of wine lingered on the tongue, he pursed his lips slightly, and his phoenix eyes involuntarily looked at Xing Zhong with a smile on his face opposite.

The corners of his lips were slowly hooked, and a faint voice sounded: "Brother Xing, it's really comfortable......"

Listening to Song Yu's sarcastic tone, Xing Zhong didn't react much, just took a sip of sake and slowly swallowed them, his brows engraved with disdain for everything.

He slowly raised his head, looked at Song Yu's handsome face, sighed like nothing, and teased: "Brother Song came here today, I'm afraid it's not just because he wants to have a glass of wine, right......?" ”

In the tone of questioning, there is full of affirmation.

Hearing this, a trace of panic flashed in Song Yu's lowered phoenix eyes, he has been like this since he was a child, according to his own preferences, he can distinguish everything quite clearly, but he is far inferior to him in this regard.

Perhaps, I should have become ...... Hypocrisy......?

Thinking about it, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, slowly raised his eyelids, stared at Xing Zhong who was pouring wine with blazing eyes, and said word by word, generously and forcefully: "Why?" Why don't you send Master ......?"

Listening to his questioning tone, Xing Zhong seemed to have heard some joke, and the action of pouring wine paused, and the eyes that looked at Song Yu became strange. After a while, as if he had sorted out the language, he asked rhetorically: "Why should I send it?" ”

Song Yu stared at him in disbelief, the fingertips holding the bronze jue clenched involuntarily, the green tendons on the back of his white hand burst out, and the hard water chestnut on it stabbed his palms painfully, and a little scarlet blood was printed. But as if he didn't feel it, he watched Xing Zhong's gaze become sharper, and asked through gritted teeth, "Are you asking...... Why? Seeing that he was still indifferent, Song Yu laughed angrily and reproached bitterly: "Have you forgotten how the teacher teaches your studies?" You have achieved what you are now, who is behind you? ”

Listening to Song Yu's endless reproaches, Xing Zhong put down the bronze jue in his hand, collided with the stone table and made a muffled sound, he turned his head and said meaninglessly: "Originally, the Tao is different, why do you want to make a plan?" Brother Song, don't forget, who should you be loyal to now? If you are stubborn like this, I'm afraid that the next person to be exiled will be Brother Song! ”

"Now the world is a plate of loose sand, is Brother Song willing to be a nobody? Don't have the desire to gather quicksand? ”

"You ......" Song Yu heard this, his chest rose and fell violently, and he slapped it on the stone table, and the clear wine in the bronze jue was shaken, and it splashed out at once, dripping on the blue-gray stone table, fainting little by little. He probably felt that there was no need to continue the conversation, so he got up angrily and walked away.

Looking at the back of Song Yu leaving, Xing Zhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingertips tapped on the stone table again and again, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

Since the two broke up unhappily, there hasn't been much contact, and when they meet by chance on weekdays, Song Yu will try to avoid confrontation with him.

In 282 BC, Song Yu, who was only seventeen years old, was recommended by Jingcha to serve as a literary courtier with King Xiang of Chu.

In the school palace, Song Yu looked at the students who were clinging to their own opinions and trying to argue about their own opinions, and couldn't help but smile faintly on the corner of his mouth, and the memory flashed in his mind that he had been fighting with Xing Zhong for an opinion like this.

The bamboo curtains in the corridor were slightly rolled up by the wind, and Song Yu listened to their unique opinions and involuntarily nodded slightly. Behind him, the little guy bowed slightly, walked over quickly, and whispered in his ear.

Hearing this, Song Yu's sword eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily, and he thought for a moment before he spoke: "Let him in!" By the way, it's good to go to the side hall, so you can't disturb their teaching......"

The little guy nodded, and walked out again with the same posture for ten thousand years.

Sunlight poured in through the open wooden door, and a long figure pulled out of the wooden floor. Song Yu turned his back to the sun, picked up the teapot on the table and shook it elegantly, and then he lifted the teapot that was turned over and put on the desk, and slowly poured it.

The turquoise tea, under the action of gravity, slowly slid down, fell into the teacup, making a crisp buzzing sound, and after a while, the two teas were ready, and the white mist rose up, covering the expression on Song Yu's face, and it looked even more hazy, as if he was in smoke.

Xing Zhong walked in slowly, and when he saw the figure standing in front of the desk, bathed in the sun, a touch of shock flashed in his eyes. He has changed too much two years ago, whether it is height or the temperament of the whole person, this is what he has to admit.

Perhaps, one day, he will also trample himself under his feet, Xing Zhong thought. (To be continued.) )