A few days later, in the Woxi Courtyard of Jinling Jiang Mansion, Jiang Qingliu was sitting on the couch, holding a book in his hand and reading. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He wore a duck egg green linen jacket today, his hair was tied with a stone blue hair band, and there was no other decoration, but it made his temperament more Qinghua, elegant and handsome.

There was a strange thing on the tea table on the couch, which was extremely incompatible with the clear and elegant decoration of the room, and it was the giant panda that Wang Hibiscus gave him.

There was a knock on the door, Jiang Qingliu turned the pages of the book, still looking at it attentively, and said casually: "Hmm... What's up? ”

"Fourth master, the letter from the Wang family has arrived. One letter belonged to Miss Wang. Qin Ziming stood at the door and said respectfully.

Jiang Qingliu's hand flipping through the book paused, and his tone was a little happy: "Take it." ”

Qin Ziming walked over, took out two letters from his sleeve and handed them to Jiang Qingliu, and then retreated, but his expression was somehow strange.

Entering the envelope, Jiang Qingliu's eyes were also a little surprised. This thickness...?

He placed the two letters on the tea case and opened the thin one first. As usual, Wang Mu wrote about the books he had read recently, as well as some insights and incomprehensions. After Jiang Qingliu read it, he first put the letter aside, and his eyes fell on the other letter.

The envelope reads "Jiang Qingliu personally opened", and the signature is Wang Jin, and the handwriting is beautiful and hidden.

He smiled slightly, picked up the envelope and opened it, but suddenly felt a little nervous, shook his head self-deprecatingly, and took out a thick pile of paper from it.

“… Thank you for sending the book. Although I haven't had time to read it yet, I just flipped through it, and it seems to be quite interesting, and you must have spent a lot of thought looking for these books..."Jiang Qingliu, who has never seen ten lines at a glance, is now holding the letter in his hand and reading it carefully word by word. Seeing that Wang Jian was very satisfied with the gift he gave, a little smile appeared in his eyes.

That day, he privately asked Wang Shi about Wang Jin's birthday, but Wang Shi only knew that it was in August, but he couldn't remember the specific day.

"My eldest sister hasn't had a birthday in the past two years, and I was too young when I used to, so I only remember it in August, but I don't remember the specific day!"

Although he didn't know what the specific day was, and it was inconvenient for Wang Jin to celebrate during the filial piety period, Jiang Qingliu took advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival to send these books to Wang Jin as gifts, but no one found out his intentions.

He then looked down.

"As the old saying goes, 'Vote for me with papaya, repay with Qiongju', I accepted your gift, so naturally I should also show it. It's just that there are too few things I can get my hands on, and you don't lack anything, so I thought about it for a long time and decided to give you this book as well. I used to read a martial arts book, which was very exciting, but I accidentally lost the book and never bought the same one again. So I'm going to rewrite it myself, the writing is naturally not as good as the original, but it's about the plot, I think you'll be interested..."

Did you write a book yourself? Is that the only one in the world? Jiang Qingliu's eyes jumped with happy waves, and he gently turned to the next page.

"God... Dragon... Eight... Ministry, the original Jin Yong..."Only these eight words were written on the second page, Jiang Qingliu raised his eyebrows and said, "Hmm... The name has a lot of meaning. He was in high spirits, and flipped to the back of the text.

Wang Jin's borrowing of flowers to offer Buddha this time is actually ill-intentioned. Who let Jiang Qingliu rob her of her lofty position in the eyes of her younger brothers and sisters, if she doesn't retaliate, how can she swallow this breath?

But after all, Jiang Qingliu treated her family well, not to mention that she had said that she wanted to be friends that day. Now that he has given himself something, he not only does not thank him, but also wants to take revenge on him, if it is known, won't he be accused by a thousand husbands, saying that she has no conscience?

What can be done to make her sulk without being noticed?

Jiang Qingliu's small talk book gave her inspiration.

Thinking of the days when she was chasing serialized novels on the Internet a long time ago, and remembering the mood of looking forward to the stars and the moon every day, she had a flash of inspiration and an idea. Then there was the Tianlong Babu that Jiang Qingliu was watching at this time.

She wanted to use a mental attack to injure the enemy invisibly. She didn't believe that anyone could see her true purpose, not even Jiang Qingliu himself would be aware of it.

However, when it took her two full days to finish the thick letter, the sharp soreness in her wrists and shoulders made her feel a little sad. This is called killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 yourself!

With the turning of the pages in his hand, Jiang Qingliu's originally somewhat casual expression gradually became extremely serious, and even his breathing slowed down. When he saw Mu Wanqing suddenly attacking Dao Baifeng, he wanted to look back, but there was no more.

"I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown." The last sentence reads.

Jiang Qingliu sighed a little unsatisfied, looked at this last sentence and shook his head with a smile, and Wang Jin's slightly cunning smart eyes couldn't help but appear in front of him.

How is there a kind of... How does it feel to be teased?

His slender fingers brushed lightly over the thick pile of letterhead, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously smiled.

So many pages, she wrote for a long time, right?

Must be tired, right?

When is the next time? It seems like I can't wait...

He suddenly felt a strong urge to see her right away. Even if you don't say anything or do anything, just look at her.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Since he was 10 years old, he has become more calm and self-controlled, and his state of mind is as stable as Mount Tai, and it is extremely difficult for external objects to influence.

But at this moment, he felt his heart beating faster, and the blood was rushing and churning in his body. Such strange desires and impulses made him a little uneasy.

He closed his eyes and breathed quietly, and after a moment he slowly opened them, and his expression was clear again.

He carefully put the letter back into the envelope, his index finger lingering slightly over her name, and then placed the envelope in the bookcase at the foot of the bed, which contained the precious books he had kept to this day.

Standing at the door with his hands in his hands, the scenery of green pines and bamboos that he was accustomed to seeing in the yard seemed to be particularly pleasing to the eye today. He was in high spirits and walked outside the hospital.

"No need to follow." His clear voice came.

"Yes, Fourth Master." Qin Ziming, who was just about to follow, retracted his steps and said respectfully. In a hairpin family like Jiangfu, the rules of the subordinates are extremely strict. Even if Jiang Qingliu didn't care, in front of hundreds of people up and down the mansion, he would naturally not be as casual as outside, and his demeanor and words were very deferential and formal.

Jiangfu is very large, occupying almost the entire Yuhua Lane.

The two rooms and the three bedrooms of the large house are separated from each other, separated by a wall. Each courtyard is lined with houses, the courtyards are scattered, the servants shuttle under the corridor on the road, and the sedan chairs in the courtyard are also endless, and the family is prominent, which can be seen. The gardens of Jiangfu are even more changeable with each step, the winding paths can be passed through the secluded, the high platform is built with thick pavilions, the water and wood are Qinghua, and the layout design can be called a search for ingenuity.

There is a shallow murmuring stream in the back garden of the second room on the west side. Jiang Qingliu walked around the garden, and when he walked to the stream, his eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved: "Sure enough, it's here."

I saw that on the opposite side of the stream, a large clump of hibiscus was blooming lively. There is no peony as rich and graceful, not like the lonely fragrance of orchids, this piece of pink has purple, purple with white flowers have their own enthusiasm and tenacity, which makes people feel close.

He stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the hibiscus across the stream, and gradually fell into memory.

A slight sobbing sound came from the other side of the hibiscus bush, interrupting his thoughts. Frowning, he turned to leave, but his steps couldn't help but pause.

This voice... Seems familiar?

He thought for a moment, and instead walked behind the hibiscus.

A little girl wearing a butterfly pattern skirt on a white background is squatting under the flowers and wiping her tears sadly.

"Shu'er, why are you here?" Jiang Qingliu recognized this little girl, and said in a rather helpless tone, "Being bullied again?" ”

Hearing his voice, the little girl immediately stopped crying, wiped her eyes, raised her head a little timidly, and looked at Jiang Qingliu.

Her tear-stained little face is like clotted fat, which can be broken by blowing, and her facial features are even more beautiful and lovely. However, at the age of eleven or twelve, he has already shown a peerless appearance.

"Fourth cousin... She bit her lip, stood up and shook her head slightly, "No, I just broke my aunt's favorite Ruyao teacup... I cried. ”

"Did your mother ever scold you?" Jiang Qingliu asked.

She immediately shook her head: "No, my aunt didn't blame me." As he spoke, his eyes turned red again: "It's me who is angry with myself..."

Jiang Qingliu saw that she was about to shed tears again, and Wen Yan comforted: "It's just a teacup, if you fall, you will fall, where is it worth being so sad." He paused: "I was just about to go to greet my mother, you can go back with me." ”

She nodded obediently, wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and then straightened the dirt marks on her dress, but she didn't notice a hibiscus leaf in her hair.

Jiang Qingliu stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the leaf, seeing that her expression was still timid, he sighed in his heart again, and said softly: "Let's go." ”

The two walked side by side, their windswept clothes staggered behind them. The brushed hibiscus leaf fluttered in the dirt, and no one paid attention to it.