As soon as the words fell, the two of them were silent at the same time, and in addition to the sound of the wind, there was only the sound of breathing.

The flowers bloomed and fell in the courtyard of Lingxiao Pavilion, a fire-like maple leaf fell quietly, and the breeze blew Shangguan Xue's long hair.

"Why do I have this idea? It's incredible. Ji Lin frowned, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong with his Dao heart.

He ...... Why do you say such things to me? Could it be that he is also ...... Like me? ”

"Why do I use the word 'also'? Isn't it in my heart, it's already ......"

The more she thought about it, the more panicked Shangguan Xue became, and under her cheeks, which were covered by her long hair, two red glows suddenly flew up.

In Yulei Company, Shangguan Xue and Ji Lin are a recognized pair in the eyes of all the girls in the archaeological department.

These two people can be called talented women, but Lang Jun is "ruthless", and the beautiful concubine seems to be "unintentional", which makes the girls feel bored.

But today, Ji Lin actually ...... Confessed?

This...... What's the situation?

The scene in front of you, if Lin Lulu and Luo Yufeng's sisters knew about it, I am afraid that this matter would spread throughout the company the next day, right?

Fortunately, this is Ji Lin's residence, and the sky is a little dark at this time, so the two of them are not so embarrassed.

"I mean, since we're all colleagues, I also think of you as a sister in my heart, so it's naturally my responsibility to take care of you." Shrugging his shoulders, Ji Lin began to make up for the hole in his words.

"That's right." Shangguan Xue sighed, and her face once again returned to an iceberg that had not been transformed for thousands of years, and her heart was as if she was relieved, and there was a trace of indescribable loss.

"By the way, what do you want to eat, I'll order takeout." Ji Lin was reluctant to dwell on the issue of men and women, and diverted the topic while opening the door.

"There's a hypermarket nearby, I'll go buy some materials, let's eat at home." Shangguan Xue shook her head with a smile on her face.

"As I said, this is not my home, it's just a temporary residence, and if I leave one day, it won't mean anything." Ji Lin frowned slightly, and somewhat rejected the word "home".

Ji Lin is an orphan, was abandoned between the poor mountains and bad waters when he was born, if it weren't for the "Xi Emperor" Fu Xi happened to pass by and kill the wild beast, Ji Lin would have died five thousand years ago.

For Ji Lin, Fuxi is rebuilt with kindness, and he is also a master and a father.

But alas, Fu Xi finally shattered the void and flew away, leaving Ji Lin alone to continue wandering in the world.

Jiang Ziya, Lao Tzu, Confucius, Zhuangzi ......, in the long river of years, one after another friends passed away with the wind.

They either rode a bull to become enlightened, or became a god, or became holy in the world, but Ji Lin was the only one who continued to wander in the world, and only wandered.

With this kind of life, to be honest, Ji Lin has had enough.

Family? What is it?

As time passed, Ji Lin had long forgotten.

"Brother Ji, in a land of one person, naturally there is no home, but we are two people, from today on, let me be your family, okay?"

Airplanes!

Shangguan Xue's words cut through the dusty fence of thousands of years like a sharp blade, giving Ji Lin a feeling of thunder.

……

That year, the autumn wind whined and the maple leaves drifted away, the prosperity of the Northern Song Dynasty was crumbling, and the lights of Bianjing City at night were full of red wine and green, and a young girl was standing on the high platform to 'pluck' and 'play' the strings.

The sound of the piano is melodious, as if it can circle the beam for three days without stopping, and in the inconspicuous corner, sits a middle-aged scribe.

With the sound of the girl's piano, the middle-aged scribe closed his eyes and shook his head, his face intoxicated.

"Your Majesty, wait a little bit for the old slave to arrange for this girl to come to see you." The old housekeeper on the side observed the words and smiled flatteringly.

"Yang Jian, I ...... Ahem, how many times have I said it, just call me Master Song outside. ”

"If this is for people to know...... Master, I actually ran out in the middle of the night to visit the kiln, didn't you hurt me? The middle-aged scribe waved his hand, a little displeased.

"Minions deserve to die, deserve to die." Hearing this, the old housekeeper looked frightened, and was about to kneel down and kowtow, but was glared at by Li Yixuan, the guard with a knife on the side, and then realized that this was a green building, not a palace.

"Brother Wolong, just ask you to help me meet this girl first, if it's good, I will definitely have a relationship with her overnight."

At the end of the song, seeing that the girl had retreated behind the bead curtain, she stroked her long hair, and the middle-aged scribe hugged her fist and smiled at Li Yixuan.

"Brother Song doesn't need to be polite, since I promised to be your guard for three years, as long as it is not a matter of harm, I will help you." Li Yixuan smiled slightly, and the clouds were light and light.

"Your Majesty, who is Li Yixuan? Why ...... So polite to him? On the carriage back to the palace, Yang Jian asked cautiously.

"Brother Wolong is a master in the world, if it weren't for the immortal token left by Emperor Taizu in the past, I wouldn't have been able to invite such a master to be a guard." Zhao Ji stroked his long hair, a little embarrassed.

That year, Ji Lin and the peerless beauty Li Shishi, who "came out of hibiscus with clear water and naturally carved and decorated", reunited for the second time after the White Horse Temple in Luoyang.

……

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless."

"The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry"

"Xiaojing, but the clouds and temples change, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight."

"There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit."

When Shangguan Xue stepped into the interior of Lingxiao Pavilion, she found that there was such a calligraphy and painting hanging in the living room.

This calligraphy and painting is written in the thin gold font created by Song Weizong, and it is made with a golden dragon cloud raft.

Although Shangguan Xue is studying Tang history, he can also see that this calligraphy and painting should have been written in the late Northern Song Dynasty.

It's just that this word is a good word, why is there a faint sadness?

It seems that there is a sadness that has not changed for thousands of years, and the melancholy that makes people can't help but sigh in a low voice?

Why is this so?

For a while, looking at this calligraphy blankly, Shangguan Xue was a little stupid.

It is both calligraphy and painting, and naturally there are "books" and "paintings", and in this poem "Untitled" by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty, there is also a picture scroll.

It is very simple pen and ink, but it outlines a dignified-looking, tall image of a royal forest soldier with a sword on his head.

His hand was holding on the Tang knife between his waist and his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and a momentum of drawing the knife to cut came to his face, as if it could penetrate the paper.

Even after a thousand years, Shangguan Xue can still feel "him" anger.

In the distance of him, there is a group of idle people in the market, who are just surrounded by "her", and their eyes are hideous.

"Brother Ji, this painting should be a painting and calligraphy written by Song Weizong, right? This seems to tell a story, right? Why can't I remember? Shangguan Xue looked up, a little puzzled.

"This painting, called Autumn Wind Untitled Yin, is indeed written by Zhao Ji of Song Weizong."

"It's about a royal forest army guard named Li Yixuan with a sword, and a girl named Li Shishi, the story of their first meeting."

Ji Lin seemed to acquiesce to the fact that Shangguan Xue was his sister, and nodded with a smile.

It's just that this smile, like the maple leaves floating outside the window, adds a little bitterness in this autumn wind.

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