Half an hour later, when Ji Lin looked at Du Shiya, who was dressed in a red Hanfu and wearing a phoenix hairpin, he suddenly had a feeling of amazement.

This kind of Hanfu is not actually the style of the Han Dynasty, the color is elegant and quiet, which is comfortable and decent, and looks elegant and generous, but the style of the Song Dynasty.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

Suddenly, Ji Lin had a dream of returning to the flower moon night in Bianjing City in the Northern Song Dynasty, and met the graceful girl under the lamp.

"Master, is that you?" In the autumn wind, Ji Lin's slightly excited voice suddenly came.

Agitated?

This word was too unfamiliar to the immortals, and apart from the limited number of people and things, Ji Lin was rarely excited.

But today, the beautiful shadow of the familiar old man in front of him made Ji Lin's already ancient Dao heart suddenly ripple.

"Brother Ji, you...... How do I know that my life is called Shishi? Du Shiya's eyes widened, and Qiushui's eyes were full of doubts.

"Huh?" The girl's words, like a blow to the head, woke Ji Lin up from the peach blossom forest of the Northern Song Dynasty that year, and she was a little disappointed.

"It turns out that you are not a teacher." Reaching out to hold a maple leaf in his hand, Ji Lin sighed softly.

The Northern Song Dynasty was prosperous in singing and dancing, and the era of the special and vulgar gave birth to the special and vulgar humanities, Su Dongpo, Wang Anshi, Sima Guang, Ouyang Xiu, one by one great writers were born, shaking the ancient and modern.

The strange women of this era are also famous through the ages, such as Li Qingzhao, a talented woman through the ages, who "is born as a hero, and dies as a ghost, and still thinks of Xiang Yu and refuses to cross Jiangdong", and Li Shishi, who dares to love and hate, and is famous all over the world.

Master Li, a strange woman who has few records in the official history, but is talked about in the wild history, the past between her and Ji Lin is destined to be drowned in the dust of the years.

"Miss Du, can I hold your hand?" After hesitating for a moment, Ji Lin decided to test it out of caution.

Ji Lin has been looking for Master Li for more than a thousand years, but to no avail, not long ago the old brother Ah Fu brought news from the rice country, Yan Yue Wangye's "Man Jianghong" script, there seems to be a secret that has been sealed for thousands of years.

Ah Fu's words at that time made a crack appear in Ji Lin's Dao heart that he had held for many years.

And today, Du Shiya's dress and temperament are like that of Master Li thousands of years ago, which makes this crack expand unconsciously.

"It's cold autumn again, and it's cool autumn again."

"How can I forget the wounds hidden in my heart."

"If it weren't for me, what would have happened?"

"If you can do it all over again, you won't break your heart ......"

Like a fire in the maple leaves, the distant singing came with the wind, and Du Shiya's heart was like a deer, and her heart began to think about it.

"Brother Ji, does this mean something?"

He ...... Could it be that you really have a crush on me?"

"But I don't seem to be mentally prepared yet."

The girl in the flower season is always romantic, this is not Du Shiya's real nymphomaniac.

But it is undeniable that Ji Lin, a "thousand-year-old high-quality man", successfully planted a fire in the girl's heart.

However, what Du Shiya probably never dreamed of was that Ji Lin didn't have much thought at all, but wanted to see the girl's palmistry, that's all.

Physiognomy is a large branch of Feng Shui metaphysics, and palmistry and face reading occupy a large part in physiognomy.

Du Shiya's physiognomy is round and moist and distinct, the nose is round and the ears are white and thick, the ears are smooth and the lips are red and the teeth are white, this kind of physiognomy is destined to be rich and noble in his life, and it is also the face of Wangfu.

From the physiognomy alone, Ji Lin couldn't see any clues at all, so he could only retreat to the next best thing and look at palmistry.

Looking at palmistry, it doesn't have to be "looking", Ji Lin took Du Shiya's little hand, and the lines of the girl's palm immediately appeared clearly in Ji Lin's mind.

"Palmistry is about the left hand is born and the right hand is acquired, this sentence means that the palmistry of the left hand can see a person's past life, while the palmistry of the right hand is to see the present life."

Ji Lin pulled Du Shiya's left hand and pushed it back, but he still couldn't find anything to say first, and couldn't help frowning, feeling that he should have looked away.

"It turns out that she is not a teacher." Sighing slightly, Ji Lin's gaze was a little gloomy.

The graceful girl who danced in front of her in front of her during the Northern Song Dynasty, has she really passed away like a falling flower in the sky?

I hope that in the near future, I can get clues from Yue Pengju's relics.

"Mr. Ji." A pleasant female voice with a slight surprise interrupted Ji Lin from his contemplation.

Raising his head blankly, Ji Lin realized that the Qingzhu Hotel had arrived unconsciously.

"I ......" Seeing Dong Xun'er looking at herself with a little deep meaning, Du Shiya hurriedly broke free of Ji Lin's hand, lowered her head and blushed, a little embarrassed.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Island, My Fair Lady, Gentleman!"

"Okay, the writing is so good, Mr. Little Dog deserves to be a calligrapher, admire and admire." The noise and noise came with the wind, breaking the embarrassment in front of the door.

"The two of you, please, Mr. Inu is showing calligraphy in the hall, please feel free." Dong Xun'er smiled and looked at Du Shiya's gaze, which seemed to have a taste called "envy".

"Please." Ji Lin nodded, and stepped into the hall side by side with Du Shiya.

"Mr. Dog, I'm your fan, can you sign it for me?" In the hall, Guo proudly wagged his tail in a plaster cast, and looked at the thin old man with excitement.

Most of the women on the island are beautiful, but the men are basically short and scum.

But the old man in front of him is different, standing in the crowd with a height of 1.9 meters, like a chicken, and his gestures are filled with the majesty of a "superior" and "positional" person.

"The old man's signature is a thousand words in Middle-earth, so you deserve to ask for it?" Putting down the brush in his hand, the old man of the island country looked disdainful.

"Mr. Dog, you ...... Just give me a chance, please, I'm really your fan, you can do whatever you want me to do. Guo said excitedly.

"Guo Deyi, you want my teacher's handwriting to be okay, come, learn to bark to the master." A dwarf winter melon walked over, his face full of pimples, full of smugness and coldness.

"This ......" Guo was a little embarrassed, and it was difficult to decide.

Guo Deyi is a very talented person, but he is very disdainful of the Middle-earth tradition, but he is very interested in the culture of the island country.

Mr. Little Dog is a master of Chinese culture in the island country, and his cultivation is the best in ancient and modern times, and he is the person Guo Deyi admires the most in his life.

"What? If you don't learn how to be a dog, a lot of people in the back will learn it, and you go as you go. Ichiro Yamamoto laughed heartily, only to feel that the shame he had suffered in the chess match that day was swept away.

Guo proudly glanced behind him, and sure enough, he saw some beautiful female employees, their eyes looking at Mr. Little Dog were full of heat, and they had the intention of replacing themselves.

"That's it, I'll learn how to bark." Guo was so proud that he was about to lie on the ground and learn to bark at the dog, but when he looked up, he saw Ji Lin, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

PS: Brothers, I'm going to Sanjiang at 2 o'clock in the afternoon today, and please continue to support Ethereal, continue to vote for recommendations, if you have Sanjiang tickets, remember to vote for Sanjiang (I don't know much about this thing, old book friends should know it--).

In addition, I would like to thank the editors of Sanjiang, the Kangaroo editor, and all the editors of the three groups for their support.

I heard that Shangsanjiang is going to give a speech.,Miao is a newcomer.,It's not how I don't understand much.,I'll see how the author of the same period sends a study under the non-bar O(∩_∩)O~